"silouette" poems
Blackbird baby
Wings of charcoal
You think the sky is falling.
Your lonely song
Straddling the wind
Searching for an audience.
The home you grew up in
Had white walls and high ceilings.
Pure and sheltered.
You thought the room was shrinking,
Pinning your wings to your sides.
But baby
You were just growing.
Destined to break down the door.
To let the art of your dangerous spirit
Use the clouds for a canvas.
Blackbird baby
You've been raised by doves.
They've passed on their sparkling reputation
But it doesn't suit your matte feathers.
You're a whole other kind of beautiful.
Blackbird baby
Wings of charcoal
You think the sky is falling.
You feel so alone
You don't see how they envy you.
Your mind is a weapon, my dear.
Never doubt it for a moment.
Your body is a treasure, my dear.
Love it like nothing else.
Your time is valuable, my dear.
Don't waste it on what brings you no joy.
These lessons you have yet to learn.
You see only the thunder in the sky.
But there's a world of rainbows to be discovered.
Blackbird baby
You find it so hard to believe
That you are loved.
But you are everything to me.
Blackbird baby
Wings of charcoal
You think the sky is falling.
You see pieces of it hit the ground.
The end in sight.
Let me hold you.
Let me hold your whole world
So tightly that all the pieces of the sky
Fit back into place.
Afraid of what could go wrong
You pin your own wings to your sides.
Force of habit.
But without them
How will you fly?
Blackbird baby
Open your wings for me.
Show me your dance of ebony
Like a silouette on the sunset.
Blackbird baby
Hatch from your prison
And soar.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
Eyes that stare at me with such depth that I shudder when I look directly
Hair which curls around my finger and bounces simply perfectly
Giving me a preview of a sunrise that hasn't yet been seen
Gazing at darling Jenny and knowing only she does this to me
Watching the heavens with such wonder as she litters them with stars
Hoping that she sees me from palaces in clouds from afar
Yet holding her with such unwavering dedication and never letting go
Seeing my dear Jenny and feeling her love's glow
Hearing every whisper, every hark, and every secret breath
Binding a love that I know will not be abolished by this thing called death
Shining in a world where humdrum people flock in by the many
Loving her for all she's worth, wanting my dear Jenny
Jenny's hands are the only ones which soften my rugged fingers
Before and after she leaves the room I find her scent does linger
Her silouette is one I look for each time I enter the door
Hearing her soft footstepstouch the cool, wooden floor
I will keep my dearest Jenny for as long as long can last
Seeing the timeline in her eyes of both our future and our past
Knowing that we will be in a love with no questioning or regret
And lying with her as her eyes close in and under her eyelids are sunsets
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
She comes home from a long day work
gets in the shower and lays down for bed
twisting and turning in her sleep
she awakens with a jolt
sweat pouring, she has messed up her sheets
they feel cool to her as she lays down within them
clinging onto her dampened skin
sensitive to the touch and she wonders why
as she touches herself,she sees the silouette of a guy
she should panic
she should cover up and scream
but her body wont let her
it nags at her to be wild and free
he eyes her from where he stands
and she beckons him near
he touches her,he feels so angelic, and whispers into ear
she moans and shakes, feeling so devilish,she licks her lips
eyes lowered
constant touching
feeling on his bulge
and teasing
hours later
in the bed and hanging towards the floor,heaving
his loving would have her falling to her knees
it was his loving alone,the reason why she couldnt breathe
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
I worked for every edge
Of this unskippable stone
That won't slide through fingers
For such easy pleasures.
No **** silouette
Not an eye catching
Form, barely turned
To soft by tide.
If easy is what you
Want
If perfect is the number
Of skips you can count
On one hand,
Then I suggest you
You undress your
Cravings. For supple
skin like Hair and nail
will too
be Clipped.
There is no
Faultless form
Smooth enough
To slip through
Heart and hand
Unless it is
Your own.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
It was the coldest day of fall, when leaves crowded the sidewalks to listen to the whispering wind that carried them past the trees they left bare.
A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams
It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past
A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through.
R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Steppin' back in time,
Remembering, - days of old
Time of fancy, intimate perfection;-
History once knew of this time and place,
Once forgotten, hidden in shadow
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn
Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past
Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time
Hear the beat, move your feet - dance
Whispering breathe, I hear your spoken words,
recall this distant memory, for it be 'stills my heart;
I do recall this time, in which you speak of;
Wispering tears; falling droplets
Whispering hue, mist uncover that was to be; -
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn
Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time
Hear the beat, move your feet - dance
Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
I'd like to tell you about something I saw in the Maple tree.
It was perched on a branch during sunset's glow and sat there being so free.
Old Maple tree in its eternity, green summer leaves that flow.
As we live, we may learn if we allow ourselves to grow.
To be with God, to love the day, to flow as easy as air.
My Racoon friend spotted me watching him from my chair.
Gracefully and with delicacy he moved at one with the tree.
His silouette gathered my heart in love and unity.
For awhile I watched him and he watched me without making an utter sound.
He decided I wasn't a danger and came down to the ground.
He ran off into the night to do what he may do.
And that is how we parted without any further adieu.
Something In The Maple Tree
by Lynn Guevrekian
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
It was the perfect night
That night
I had thought
That night
I had bought you flowers
In the park
Seranated you a song
That had your name
I thought the feeling was right
But I saw that look, in moons light
It wasn't glistening stars
In your eyes sight
But was the darkest silouette
-of
Wind blown cloudy sky
Tear filled rain
Of broken tries instead
Silence can make the heart heavy
The darkest of night
Is the sunniest of days
When all you have worked for
Is walking away
Walk away,
Spread your wings and fly
I wish you nothing but happiness
As much as once was mine
In days of you and I
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
In a vast sea of sadness my heart rejoices
Thinking about someone in this plain existence
King of the sea ruler of tides
Yet my heart aches and hides
In vast ways I can shreak my heart out
Let it be known what all is this about
Waves of plenty Tides of pity
Only in this heart I cry out to thee
Thine heart sinks and swim across this sea
Not thinking of despair only to reach thee.
What is this love? Why do I feel it so
That in my mind thinking as if no tomorrow
Still a silouette I carve thine image
In this never ending pavement I carve, I damage.
Even as the ruler of sea I cry out in the air
Someone as powerful as I feeling this despair
I'd rather sell omnipotence for something else
I'd rather step down to feel the caress
I'd rather lose all to be by thy side
I'd rather perish now, for you this I can abide.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC