Today
Rain
Beating
Warm window panes
Thank you
For washing away
Yesterdays misery
Cleaning up life’s mess
The power you possess
Quenching
All that is green
Life’s beauty
Creating pastels
Finding a way
Allowing
Crimson colors
To spread
Oh what you do
For the living
What it means
To me
Tag Archives: Poetry
Passenger Train
Passenger train take me with you
The steep mountains won’t hinder
Raised with a will to prevail
Witnessing the hills you’ll race
Up then down
Clear with abundance
Ease
Eyes wide open
Longing for uncharted territory
Isn’t that all part of the thrill
Passenger train I hear the noise
Louder and louder it arrives
Your sounds fill my mind
Your power
Stirs my soul
Leaving me
Reminded
Grasping at solid foundations
Powerful work
Exhausting
Distance needed to travel
Shan’t be my concern
Fearing a loss pushes my imperfections
The beginning and end start with breath
Passenger train keep seeking
Allow me one more ride
Craving
Powerful moments
Lost in yesterday
Craving
Mountains shift
Clouds will part
Happiness
Creator of smiles
Poets connect
Your heart my first waking breath
Brought on through art
Words will find creation
Paint will find it’s muse
Photos brought to life by you
Conversation will find its fate
Spark creativity
Show your soul
Protection provided
Choose to dream
Waters may divide
Pay no matter
We’re alive
Listen
Someday, I hope I find clarity in my poetry writing. Lately, I don’t feel I have any control. For now, I will continue to write this unrecognizable voice. I’ll send the words out here for you to view. Create a picture. It’s all I can do. It’s all I have been doing. It’s all that is being allowed through to paper. All I see are words floating. I try to catch them. Create.
Finally home
Golden door knob twists
A slight push by the hip
The door: it opens
The sound of vacuumed air released
Her hand goes directly to the lamp
One she’s never seen
How comfortably she pulls the string
Her keys take to the table
Similarities liken to a movie scene
Pinky finger pulls at the straps
Slipping off her heels
Ahh , she savors the feeling
Wiggly toes go pitter pat
Down a dim hallway
Cherish the puzzlement
Where could he be
Light music playing
Feast smells spicy
Carefully she lets her hair free
Wondering what will he think of me
She makes the final turn
Stopping to witness
She continues unnoticed
Standing in awe
A quiet thunder heard
Towards him she goes
Left with no choice
It’s always been him
The universe sighs in relief
Ahh, we’re finally happy
Shaking arms
Distrustful eyes
The confidence of a Tigress wild
Anticipation has ceased
Standing behind him
Body heat
Stop your hands – just breathe
Exhale
This is what it feels like to be free
Mouth the words – thank you
The least you can do
See that vein in his neck
Pulses red blood through, for you
Imagine what he’s been feeling
Dreaming of you
Take ownership of his heart
Accept him for who he is
Make no promises
He may break your heart, too
Dive in, remember he’s worth it
Feel your heartbeat
Rest assured, his beats like thunder, too
Notice his hesitation
He feels you near
Make your move, never fear
Hands slide from behind to the front
Feel that
The beat of his love; pure devotion
Lean into him; ear to his back
Smell his scent – musk
Relax, a picture of true love
Hey, Baby
Hey, You
I didn’t think you’d ever get here.
I’ve been searching everywhere.
Was it the traffic?
No, just a lot of wrong turns, then there was spinning.
You will be pleased, no more wrong turns.
No wrong turns? I cannot imagine.
I’m here for you.
As I shall be, for you.
Let me lead…
I’ve never been allowed.
A man is all I know how to be.
A lady, then, I will become for thee.
Feel his pull as turns to face you
Search his eyes for the first time
Believe it’s him
Accept his power
Join forces
Allow yourself
Happiness
(I hope this story suits you, Sisters. It was the only story that was allowed out. A lot swarming inside this brain. In other news, my book is coming along well. I hope this story brought you some emotion. Not as much of a tragedy after all. That is an improvement, I’d say. I will keep trying to write a perfect love story. One loaded with tragedy. Our story.)
Perfection
Perfection
Can’t be achieved
Try as we may
You already are to me
Stop, anon
Believe
Mind courageous
Notes waiting at full attention
Command the ears of those you seek
Relax, appreciate the work you’re doing
Mustn’t let them see the uncertainty
You were created for accolades
One day proving complete sense
Your heart’s passion
Heaven sent
Waiting
I’m aware of you
A heart I hear beating
Loud and true
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
Working its way through
I’ve waited for the words to appear
Emotions floating
I reach up to tame them
Placing all in their rightful places
I hear your drum
I sense your need
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
I have urges too
To be the best
All for you
A Muse
Clarity
My day is ending
My night finally in view
Nothing else left to prove
Come to me, my muse
Show me clarity
Am I a fool, broken and misused
Tell me I’m comfortable
In this freckled skin
Assure me
I’m okay being where I’ve been
Powerful goals which push to be fulfilled
Desires to write with a loving eye; mind
My eyes warn me of shades of green
Am I sure I know what I’m doing
Snipets
New thoughts inspire
Perpetuate the cycle
Fragments of a person revealed
Sentiments to cherish
Infraction of the sweetest kind
Sublime devotion feeds this heart
Of You
~ Of You
Forces of the unknown, I keep you close
Feel the push and pull, it’s all self-inflicted
I read then reread words, admiring their clarity
Speaking clever exchanges, my mind blissfully addicted
This fresh interest continues, yet anonymity
I pursue musing thoughts, here, here and here
An affinity of the best kind, creatively defined
Sissy’s Lullaby
Sister, Oh Sisters I see our yesterdays so clear
Do you hear my songs whispering in your ear?
There wasn’t much I was prepared to say
If only my age hadn’t gotten in the way
To calm your fears, allowing sleepless nights to end
The truth for the two of you, I would always bend
I travelled slowly over subjects deemed too soon
Acting too lightly over feelings of darkness and gloom
Stay the child I have laying next to me, Oh Sister
Let me wish this dark cloud away
Oh let’s pray and pray and pray
There isn’t much a twelve-year-old could say.
Faith
A battle inside of me that I wanted to share. I think a lot of us can identify with what I’ve written. It’s okay to argue with God, the one who loves us the most. I love that He pushes me to strive for more and to believe in myself. I’m thankful He’s always with me.
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Just show me what You want
Is it my truest of feeling upfront
I feel you shoving me into a corner
Suppose I fear judgement, ridicule and opposing statements
Who will protect me from my own aberration
I feel You don’t care
You push me to write where I’m not arranged
Yes, of course, I notice what You’re shepherding
You think I’m ready, I’m naysaying
The thoughts in my mind I can’t identify
Truly brought on by the Divine
I sense Your agenda
I agree, what I feel captivates and rings true
What You don’t tolerate is this girl’s admittance to being frightened, too
Lost in thoughts of what this journey will allow
God, please come with me
A Pandora’s box of emotions will be used
I know, You know, I’m bruised
Twas it yesterday when those actions caused ruin?
A battle which seemed fated changed me forever
Because of you, now I must heal the deepest of wounds!
In order to show that Your faith in us rings true
How dare You strengthen me in Your own time!
I understand You think I’m primed
I’m forced to play catch up
Your Holy presence proves Divine
To question You, not my intention
I feel weakened by Your intervention
Through this I know it is for the best
A life’s quest
Happy Valentine’s Day
The day is here and the end of my love poems. I enjoyed finding a way to express love in many forms. I’m leaving you with my thoughts today. A romantic will always live in my heart, but these feelings can wear a girl out. Is only one day needed to express yourself? No, I don’t believe so. Valentine’s Day really doesn’t do it for me, but this…this does:
Fresh flowers in a vase, no.
I’d rather a chance to smell your cologne.
Stand close to me.
Red candles to illuminate the dark, no.
I prefer your honesty and trust to shepherd.
Lead me.
Sweet chocolate on my lips, no.
I’d rather your thoughts and dreams pouring to soothe me.
Show me.
An array of jewels for my body, no.
I prefer deep notes which sing to me of your soul and rob me of my fears.
Stay with me.
Expensive toys to keep up with, no.
I’ll take a secluded journey and your adventurous spirit to guide me.
Take me.
Who you are and want us to be is all I’ll ever need.
Valentine Kiss
Come closer, true love
Let these hands linger
Allow them the sides of your face
Stubble, smooth sliding down
Coming up, rough pleasures
Fingers slowly walking
Close your eyes, my dear
The softest of skin found on your lids
Feel this cool touch, a satisfied trace
Your eyes gather charming colors
Wonderment of thoughts inside you
Fingers journey to your temples
Rub a sliver of the pain away
Relax, these hands love you
Relieved to feel your hair so soft
Twisting smells of you float within
Between all fingers, anticipating
Desires awaken, hair pulled too tight
Lean in, surrender your lips
Soft and supple, manly enough
Just what a woman wants
Predestined connection fulfilled
First kiss or last pay no mind
It’s all she’s craved today
Nothing else truly matters
Oh, Valentine
New Love
*For my grandfather who is 80+ and living to date another day. He is unstoppable even after outliving two wonderful wives.*
Love sick poetry
They thought he’d never see the day
Oh, Puppy Love how could you do him this way
Isn’t he far past such a feeling
Imagine what he’s been dreaming
Drawing hearts, ribbons and bows
Maybe her name inside his prose
Giddy with laughter
Everyone shaking their heads
What will we do with him they all said
They have no idea what to think
Putting away the romance novels, this guy is in deep
It’s honest, it’s true
Love after 60 can happen even for you
Poetry
yes
uh- huh
now that’s the way
words created to appreciate
yes, I like them, oh I like them
poetry takes multitudinous forms
you’ve found one, oh, you’ve found one
dash us off somewhere unattended, post-haste
after creating, a poet’s mind should never be alone
My Heart
Feel that?
That’s my heart!
Hear that?
That’s my heart!
Sense that?
That’s my heart!
Love that?
That’s my heart!
Want that?
That’s my heart!
Hearts are a beautiful mess
Remember use heed with mine
This heart demands too much
Push all those feelings back
Run quickly the other way
My heart has been betrayed
Couldn’t possibly love again
Frozen often remembering
Lessons of yesterday learned
Day at a time – a prison to serve
Seeing You
Although I’ve never met you
I see your beautiful body
Shoulders back
Walking proudly
I can’t help but write you
Always fresh and in a different form
I see right through my lines
The exact moment when he becomes you and she becomes me
A writers weakness is fulfillment of the mind
Do we have a choice of who it will be
I have a feeling that the answer is no; not even a maybe
Create
Poetry I crave and read daily
Minds I want to rip open and see
How can it be, words written perfectly
Faceless poetry it spins me
Forever lost in thoughts of might have been
all uniquely
Words which inspire a nation
An analyzer, who questions a lifetime
My Dear, you theorize
Create thinking or even dreaming
Show me Divine perfection
absorbed daily
Music played to reach my soul
Find me beyond the stars
I ache while each note played
I hear you in every melody
Make it yo-yo; I don’t care
play for me
Pictures taken with a keen eye
I imagine them taking me somewhere
Close the distance between you and me
Make me laugh, face my fears, even cry
Show me life on the other side
do it slowly
Paintings create emotion regularly
Colors help me think and release
Black and white take me to places of dark
The sexiest of the arts, painters feel humanity
Search the eyes of the one in charge
paint me pretty
I Remember You
I listen to the rain outside; I think of you
Why now do I choose to remember
I miss the rain…Maybe I miss you.
A sad tune; takes me back
You should have kept that song
I need sadness…Maybe I need you.
Ears full of every song you’ve written
They quite rightly send me to you
I hear your melody…Maybe I hear you.
Your voice takes me back to that night
Strong hands play. I drift away
I wait for memories…Maybe I wait for you.
Your artistic mind allows for comfort
Today you will be my place to dwell
I wish for comfort…Maybe I wish for you.
Play our favorite notes: The deep ones
Allow my soul to sing
I can sing…Maybe I can sing for you.
That night you taught me how to play
Your arms wrapped around my body
I played for you…Maybe I taught you.
Feeling safe, free and secure; my speed
You encouraged my path beautifully
I remember it…Maybe I remember you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 