On reflective nights like tonight,
When my love senses yours,
I’m left bashful and afraid.
Ill equipped through distance,
To help heal any pain.
I realize, my words will never be enough,
And only my touch would do.
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Sweet Treat
Miniscule bundles,
Perfection, independently.
Candy like in color,
Effortless abilities, proven in infancy.
One of spring’s early risers,
Easily resists conformity.
Among similar wild arrivals,
She’s still nature’s sweetest treat.
Love in Ten Sentences
The challenge I was given was to write a poem about love and title it “Love in Ten Sentences.” Now, it must have 10 lines, each 4 words long, and every line must contain the word “love.” At the end of the poem, I’m to include a favorite quote about love.
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Trust
Multiple Windows
Complete with different views
Which, of yours, is mine
Bluest skies offer beauty
Clouds are pillows, sweet talk me
(Poetry form: Tanka)
Quiet Goodbye
amber layers rest upon goodnight,
while an obsidian anchorage awaits
confusing darkness with light
might have been her first mistake
nothing comes from a starless sky
but an endless plea, more questions
left naive, with no honest answers why
sweet girl, that’s how this always happens
Alone
the allure of peach hues
leaves of seasons past, remain in view
sleek limbs rooted somewhere deep
symbolic of what I need, yet
find within myself, confusing, I know
simple answer, he must be wiser
i’m left terrified for him
and okay inside my mind alone
Safe
Following you, closing in on land
Lipping across azure’s cusp
Wildly proving strength
Sating, deprivation
Upon my fair skin
Freckles glisten
Keeping me
Covered
Safe
Life’s Promenade
Life promenades before us, displayed
By morning, new breath exists
Avenues to explore, witness
Desires simplistic, a need to express
Let’s leave the path, get lost instead
She Reaches For You
Virgin white posies, shine,
Sigh in the afternoon sun,
Opening to all that is beautiful.
Pearly, upon your eyes,
Fragrance turns to perfume,
As she reaches for you.
You, My Spring
Majestic verdant rising,
Tell me, my muse
Do you also witness strength
Within these…
My eyes confused, maybe.
All I see is you, always
Your ability to thrive
Empower and personify
Within my life
Now, you’ve become my spring.
Failing You
If you don’t feel my devotion
Every time you breathe in, slowly
Then I’m the one who’s failing you
An Aching
Composition in crystalline,
Respite for loneliness.
Comfort adrift with dawn,
Now amongst the sea’s sound.
Anxious waves bundle near,
Overtaking the shore,
Reaching to lap at my toes,
And wet my lost tears.
Submersion evident,
I’ll feel again there,
Hush my aching.
One day he’ll return with shadows
Another tenebrous path travelled
Carrying what he witnessed, as proof.
Upon his stoic face and disheveled hair
He offers, insight to pain that lingers
She’ll guide, with an air of tranquility
And with the touch of her warm hand
So he may return to his appendages
Left in her care, a guard on sacred land
His weakened back holds exhaustion
A celestial stretch moving his limbs,
Proof of his immortal strength, passion
He rests shoulders upon steal pinions.
Feathers quaver, show fine onyx wings
His flesh returns, breathing tempers
Eyes open, now the colors of heaven
While his spirit continues to reenter
No different from journeys past
Of which there are, and will always be
Travel logs full of omnipotent distance
For he protects us all, yes, willingly
The tempo of their embrace will matter
Most of all. Echos of the time they lose
Forgotten. As the hum of his battle cry
Quiets. And their love begins to soothe
Stained – An Elfje
Her Aura
Hot
Pink Petals
Soft as velvet
Worth your viewing
Essence, captivating
Don’t kid yourself, Darling
Walk away, drowning in her aura
Hush-hush Reality
a canvas for dreams
clouds beautiful, yet employed
each one viewed with expectation
some weightier than others
contain
a hush-hush reality
thankfully, I’m floating, too
Rules
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Close
If I could stand on the sill
Your cracked window, my home
I’d finish your every sentence
With one of my own
Caustic completed with growth
Tell me something I don’t already know
Genesis
Blushing Heart to Blushing Heart
A beginning, an innocence, a yearning
Witnessing a fairytale’s genesis
Nearly exceeds the proposal
This morning whispers, I do
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