"danceless" poems
Magenta and Reds, Cerulean and Blues
Piano paint splashes the mind of the fool
And makes him create, mostly mistakes
When trying to illustrate his own point of view
Hopeless and Danceless, Broken Old Romantic
Wooden chair rocks him like a cradle for his ashes
And time doesn’t wait, for him only it fades
Stuck on the wake of waves perpetually crashing
Black Holes and Stars, Landmarks for Gods
He just sits and he orbits like a moon for his heart
Passing the days, a face for a frame
Symphony of flowers contrasting his rain
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
Glanced as the rain wash clean the panes
We kissed tenderly; Synched with the Lightning pain
Soon our nails ate into sumptuous skin;
Sweaty and gorged in Passionate sin.
This Love Will Tear Us Apart
Soon the electric music of washing water ceased.
The shy Sun, at last, was free from the prison of Creamy-clouds.
Unsatisfied and Drenched in passions heat
We ran out to play and bath with the damp wind
Not knowing this Love Will Tear Us Apart!
In your eyes, I saw my frame beautifully crafted,
Cushioned with the mastery of wants and desires.
When our fingers lock I feel a surge of flame
Instantly I knew this Love would rip us Apart.
Time is a flickering *******
Within nature’s blink Our world turned dark!
Days turn to Nights and laughter to snoring.
Ticking time knacks its Danceless tune on plain walls
As distance swallowed up all space between us
That was when love TORE US APART.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
I Have So Many Words I Wish To Say,
To Describe The Way I Feel,
Yet I Think I'd Be Describing It The Wrong Way,
I'd Have To Disect Them--Tear Off Their Peel,
My Days Are Lifeless, As A Danceless Ballet,
I Am Hopeful Yet Lost, Needing A Spin Of A Prayer Wheel,
So That's Why I Walk This Worn Past, Wanting To Stray,
Stray To The Less Traveled Path, Just To See How It Feels,
A Path Where I Wouldn't Have To Be Ruled And Obey,
Where Life Would Be Kind, And Keep It's End Of The Deal,
Where Nature Would Be My Friend--Where I'd Lose Count Of Days,
Where I Could Soak In Every Shade On The Color Wheel,
Where I Would Sit In A Bed Of Flowers And Watch Them Sway,
But Sadly I Cannot Live In That World Which Seems So Ideal,
I'll Just Have To Wait, Till This World No Longer Needs Me,
Till The End Of My Days
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
The danceless swan
Whenever she felt danceless
She got her dancingshoes
Whenever she felt senseless
She just made up her mind
Whenever she felt restless
She closed her eyes and travelled
Whenever she felt useless
She looked into the mirror
Whenever she felt careless
She danced her requiem of broken dreams
And when she did she became the swan of the doubting but yet hopeful believers in the good of human kind-
Peter Heerings July 2015
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC