"potrait" poems
I know...
I am not one of the pages of your book
or the words in your poem
But...
I will tirelessly watch over you from every nook.
I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...
I know...
I am not the potrait you are painting
or the inspiration behind your masterpieces
But...
in my heart , it is your name I am engraving.
I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...
I know...
I am not the reason for your smiles
or the tickles of your laughter
But...
for you, I would walk a thousand miles.
I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...
I know...
I am not your shining star
or the light in your life
But...
till forever is through, I'll admire you from afar.
I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...
I know...
I am not the one your heart beats for
or the one you desire
But...
my hearts says as long as it brings you happiness,
it wants nothing more.
I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
in my dream you were
running like a rat
wearing your fingertoes like
hydrangeas and heartache
in your head
where all the nice things passed out
we built barbed fences around our heart
to keep it still
like a ghastly statue
i had no clue
in my dream you were
planting apple seeds
in a corn field
i gave you a knife
became a mermaid
the last child
and a sea
in my dream you were
shining like a sun
brainlike exploding
having planets around
like flower crown
in my dream
you were
warm mug i'd left at home
three a.m. and homework not done
a highschool girl
long forgotten
in a potrait on your identity card
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
dead men don't sing to the world
no one can hear them against the winds
Their is the land of ash and dust
nobody is awake at the gates to take them in
dead people don't knock on no doors
they don't have our walls to keep them from being freed
it is not true what they say in old lores
they have no souls so that their heart could bleed
silence is not peace, I know you have never wondered
'tis but a disease, old and rotten not breathing anymore
there are places where when one shall go will always wander
even the deceased, who once had ones worth living for
upon the night darkness weaves an hideous potrait
showing a face and keeping stars from fading away
all who are lost can be more than just be in a cage
you wouldn't know how many dead men you've seen today,
take a look in the mirror.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Color me rainbow and brighten up my day, take a little sunshine to chase away the grey.sign me a letter and post it at my door, seal your words in lovers kisses making ever sure.smoother my heart with an embracing smile, your mouth tantalise with words that will beguile.Paint me a potrait your body as a guide, etching every detail my heart to yours will bindLovers secret illusions seen only from within, breathless anticipations for the seductive grinhold my hand in yours, touch me at your will, shivers ripple through me so sensual the thrill let us catch our eyes and draw deeply into the view, my heart to yours i meld, alone and ever truebubbles circle and enclose us, together we are alone, screened and protected our life is ours to ownEtch your words upon my heart, entwined in your embrace our love shall not departstill our lives together keep them fresh and young, let it be forever as we have just beguntake this day into tomorrow, letting our love chase away all that does sorrowPaint us a potrait our life together as a guide, etching every detail our heart together will bindBy Deeanne **
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
In my dreams, we're together forever,
on a beach with hot weather.
Rising tides sliding in. ending; never.
Sun shining, over the horizon,
Sea birds slide in, on the blades of the wind. The sun rays beating, down on your tan skin. Sweat collecting, like honey dew, all over you. looking sweeter than my favorite food, on a honey moon.
I'm falling in love with you, not seriously, just the way poets do, with a beautiful concept. I approach the subject, with admiration and respect.
You are poetry in motion, I'm just getting set. To paint a potrait, of a perfect shiloutte, that you won't forget. Mirror images, sharing a secret.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
i remember, O yes its clear in my mind,
my eyes were darkened by scales.
On that day...I could not even see the sun's rays.
i tried to take out my sword to cut through, my tears falling
moulding my hands as a cup to catch them
they fell into my veins...became my blood.
I remember yes,i remember very well.
Its as a potrait fresh from an artist's hand,
vividly flashing in my mind as if to trace a memory trail,
i remember the walls, they were four yes...
No...they were round, they sorrounded me.
they were sharp. they poked me.
i felt them cold.penetrating to my skin but I...
I did not want to be part of them you see!.
I...I SHREECHED and i SCRatched till there was no more of me.
and so i just died...my breath with me still.
Then she came, beautiful with her robe swiflty sweeping the floor.
She radiated in light, i heard my scales falling loudly on the ground
as if disturbed by the pleasure of my sight.
She stayed with me throughout the night,
The were
small, shiny, beautiful diamonds in the sky that were looking at me,
i saw them because they were also smiling at me. O yes...(smiling)
i said "Hi", they never could respond.It was well.
I remember, early, frost kissing the grass. Walls
opened as gates, i heard horns singing my praise.
This was all new you see, i was whole.
she took my hand,then my mouth opened as that
of the whale that welcomed Jonah to its belly.
I opened, i spoke, it was melody.
"Excuse me, whats your name?."
"Hope" she said, Hope i repeated.
"You...you are hope", then i cried.
Yes, i remember it well.
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC
If tomorrow didnt begin with that perky sun again,
If tomorrow like me,
Stayed in bed and didnt open its eyes.
Would I not be tomorrow then?
I could be tomorrow,
as tomorrow could be me.
Perkiness would go out the window
Frivolity would go down the drain
All that would remain
Is the sulky little child sitting on the window sill.
Staring at the darkness outside,
smirking,
For he has the sun in his Fist.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Walking the gates of eternity
On the pavement of dry roses
Ink of sweat and pen of bones
I thought of the last rain
I was seeking to complete the potrait
Painted with the colours of tears
Every tissue deprived of the warmth
Sun was a myth, moon a magic
Then you happened to me
And I happened to you
The spring in hot summer
Shade in my desert walk
My words are shallow and weightless
Wish i could dip them in love
Hold you with my lines
Paint you with my breath
Summer moon and winter sun of my heart
Every beat longes for you
The smile to entice the roses
Sometimes the dream is too good to be true
And I am a dreamer
I dream the world is still and you are in my arms
My reality is better than that fiction
When you are in me I am me.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
"One thing I want you
to know, darling;
you shall accept your
fears."
She understood
the flower's words
not
how to do it.
She still doesn't dare
to scream, to scream,
to scream even when her house is empty
and the neighbors are busy with
their
loud parties.
She is still afraid to cry;
her parents might be aware
of traces of tears on her cheeks
and ask her
"What happened?"
What happened? What really happens?
She doesn't even know
the answer. Never.
The flower knew
its words couldn't do
any change of good of her
yet it chose
such kind words.
Accept it.
Accept it, yes, she could.
She can. She understands.
Like climbing an apple tree
is really easy
for a fish
to think.
"Sorry about that,"
so she says, pointing at
her own weak, fake, forced days of life.
On Tuesday's newspaper;
a potrait of smile and
it's faded.
The flower was afraid
of changing. It was an apple blossom,
now a fruit
you eat one a day to keep
the doctors away.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Butchers were in panic.
The bulls are coming.
Dandelions were
in strike mode.
The Ebola dream
was competing.
Nobody there
sleeps in open.
The stink of dying
poems overwhelms.
Please make a
self-potrait like
Rembrandt ****
without a mirror.
There was no
night watch.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
Hurting isn't working
Emotions erroding and flooding
Tears create havoc
For poetic influence
The pain that I feel
Most people ignore
I'm lookin through the window
Of this double glass door
Shatter this glass
Like u shattered my life
Scattered pieces emptied
No more feeling inside
How could you do that?
Look in my eyes
My soul is crying out
From my solitude life
I had everything
My answer was you
Now my anger and depression
Got the best of me too
Writing with a pen
Bleeding through ink
Heart is pouring out
Reality overcomes dreams
Are u feeling my hurt?
Or is this just a blurr
Are you sincere or concerned
For this fire that burns
This is it
Fire burning my heart
My life is the end
From my emotions that start
Picture perfect potrait painted
Leaves my memory freshly tainted
Stained from my past and the history of
Relationships failed is the death of us all
Girls and boys become women and men
Now I thank you for not takin' my hand
Finally this man has moved on
Reopened my heart
Im ready to go the distance
It's not really that far....
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Love is for lucky ones,
Not for the shy ones
Not for those who want to be loved,
Love is for "the one",
Not for "that" one,
Even if its real from one way,
Its an illusion for the the one to see it,
Even if you try to potrait it ,u can't ,
Cause your lacking in colours to paint.
LOVE IS JUST A FEELING,THAT YOU WANNA HAVE.YOU HAVE TO HAVE THRILL,GUTS AND REALISM TO ACHIEVE it.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Alone in the room, with a brush in my hand
Colors, on the palette, an easel, on the stand.
I keep splashing the paint, a figure does appear,
A figure of a lady, standing by the, hallway stair.
Late in her forties, but to me, she looks no old
Very well attired, fully decked up in gold.
Frilled skirt with stockings, up to her knees,
And with a collared T-shirt, that’s pinkish.
Glaring with a bright radiance, looking very fair,
She looks so magnificent, sitting by the hallway stair.
The portrait completed, I hang it up the wall,
She reminds me of someone, as I do recall,
Of this girl I, once did know, from yesteryear
Oh! The fair lady! Sitting by the hallway stair.
Copyright © PS
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
As a writer,I try to
Write write and only write.
Just to spill my thoughts on the board white.
I have no expectations for future be bright.
No tantrum no act of fight.
I just wanna potrait a world right.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
You may escape me tomorrow
but I've got you now
When our tyrant sun awakens from its dubious slumber as it does each day with impecable reliability, i may once again find myself in solitude.
And as i lay still and naked on my big brass bed. My room as the only exsistence with any meaning to me. I will wear that same smile once broke and never repaired. For I shall have you framed forever.
In a lonesome gallery I have your potrait of memoriam. Your innocent pedestrian voice on blissfully hydrated lips, hiding your sultry pleasured toungue and eyes that are a shade of blue too cold to describe.
I am too frightened to consider what could've made eyes like that, yet I could stare for a thousand years.
And I plan to do just that, for a thousand days like tomorrow when I need a glimpse of a reminder of what artistry there is in this world. I know when you wake in the morning your eyes may shut on this life. But you have opened mine for infinity in this moment.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC