There’s a flower that’s grown
inside my heart
from a seed he’s planted there
Somehow it endured
despite the coldness
despite how hard I tried
To keep it from growing
I was never prepared
for the warmth of sunshine
That came from his smile
or the rain of tears
from his empathy
Gently pulling away the weeds
that threatened to harm
with his gentle touch
And the flower grew
Strong and beautiful
Until I could no longer fight it
And no longer wanted to
My waters flow over her through her around her surround her It cleanses, refreshes and she rises forth an African Aphrodite pristine in my waters. Life springs from her merest touch a casual toss of her hair can coalesce into a summer's shower or winter's gale Yet his still waters roil in the tempest of his anger I can not burn My Adonis Nubian his waters peak my mountains white I can not freeze Within the deepest flow and ebb of his love though I am completely submerged in the silken currents I cannot be drowned. Nor can my thirst ever be quenched.
And you’d think it was you who called it off
At my own damned hubris do I scoff
Worse thing I ever did – how could I know
Would be to be so stupid in letting you go
Too afraid to tell you what was needed
You said I’d be sorry, you succeeded
I expected anger
How you made me strong was a weakness I’d deride
Though I knew it for truth, I was too deep in my pride
Knowing I lie, when I say I’ll get through this
Now trapped in the feeling my own hubris
All that’s left are the memories,
Once dear to me, now sear through me
I expected anger
I expected I might be sad
The empty bottles aren’t drowning out the din
When midnight finds me sobbing once again
You were all I had and I threw all
For I never learned how to beg, never knew how to crawl
And that’s my my downfall
I expected anger,
I expected I might be sad
But no, I never expected to hurt so bad
The morning air purred contentedly
In azures bright and clearly
Enough to see forever
Comforting as a warm wrap and a good read
Oh put it in a box for me indeed
In retrospect I should have known better
Of course it’s going to turn like this
The barometer drops to ruin my bliss
And the azures hiss and howl to a sleet of slate
I retrieve my umbrella placed out of sight
For the barking and caterwauling out tonight
Felines and canines dampening on our date
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Having silliness with a common analogy for uncommon weather
Dawn finds me at the window waiting for the sunlight
As once again I suffered another sleepless night
The once brilliant stars no longer seem as bright
Because you’re not here with me to enjoy the sight
I carry this sense of gloom in the noon of day
The things once beautiful no longer hold sway
I never dreamed how your voice my mind can replay
Or how for the lack of you, my heart does decay
I never guessed how deep
Was your love’s imbue
The vast emptiness inside me
That only you can fill
How much of my life is
Wrapped around yours too
I pray to let you know
Baby, yes I do, love you still
These walls still hold your laughter, carry your scent
A bittersweet symphony that cause my heart’s rent
And staying away from home, does not pain circumvent
For all the reminders of you, in every place we once went
Only when the synergy was gone, did I understand our rapport
How I can’t seem to lift myself, for it’s you who helps me soar
A call, a letter, name it, baby I’m on my knees ready to implore
To beg, to plead, anything to hold you in my arms once more
Our friends say that we are living in a hellish trance
You know without each other, neither of us can advance
I vow to replace every stolen moment of our romance
Just give me the chance, baby, please give me the chance
I never guessed how deep
Was your love’s imbue
The vast emptiness inside me
That only you can fill
How much of my life is
Wrapped around yours too
I pray to let you know
Baby, yes I do, love you still
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National Poetry Month Day 2
Time
Tick tock
Transient
It can stand still
Yet keeps on moving
Hands
Digits
Grains of sand
It crawls or flies
But keeps on moving
All
What comes
Fore or aft
From womb to tomb
It keeps on moving
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Created by friend and blogger GirlGriot. An Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements.
dVerse Poets Pub | Open Link Night #289
In the darkness of night the constellations shine
Telling their stories
As goddess Luna in her magic glory
With sides
Ebon dark and blanch light
Still bares witness to all
The storm clouds seen by us now
Does not make it
Any less so
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I’m pulling a succinct double duty here.
On Monday Linda asked us to create a little magic in quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title using the word of the day: magic.
On Tuesday for Poetics Mish asks us to contemplate the following by Mizuta Masahide:
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
Use it as inspiration to note experiences of our own personal insight or enlightenment and pen a poem.
I am minded through these trying times that just because we can’t always see the joy in life, does not mean it’s not there waiting to be noticed again for those who remember to look.
dVerse ~Poets Pub |
Quadrille #100 : Where’s My Magic Wand
Poetics – Now I Can See…
It’s not the breadth of his shoulders
Or the warmness of his gut
It’s not the stride of his long legs,
That oh so proud strut
It’s not the coin of his bank
Saved in bunches
To cope with any fallout
From rainy-day punches
Nor is it being held in his strong arms,
A niche for me made so dear
It is his deep rumble of sweet nothings
Whispering everything in my ear
Tonight at dVerse, Björn challenges us to Listen to Lists. Be creative, use any type of list and then write a poem from that list. Let it grow, and be inspired by rhymes and metaphors.
My list is also something of a Not Poem.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub: Meet the Bar & Listen to Lists
I hear the clock ticking in the dark
It echoes my heart as I lay alone
With you in my head
Wanting you by my side
Wishing you were my own
The moon holds all my secrets
How I long to be in your heart
With words of love I’ve only said
Within my dreams there are many things
I want you to be a part
In the silver night
I did not think I could fall in love
Thought it a bother to have such
It seemed that Fate had other plans
To have you so close and yet so far
It is all just too much
Sometimes I think you could never care
For the type of man I am it’s true
Sometimes I think that you know
That I’d give you everything
And I hate myself for loving you
In the silver night…
And I’ll convince myself that I can manage
That caring is not an advantage
But now I know it’s a lie!
Loving you is a pauper’s face against the window
Wanting on that which I beseech
It’s a distance of galaxies when we’re feet apart
In my mind I know how’d your lips feel
Even though you are far out of my reach
It’s the eggshell syllables of your name
I whisper to your specter in Luna’s light
For once again I face the stars on my own
All alone
In the silver night
In the silver night…
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DVerse Poets Pub | Open Link Night #261
I did not want that I should fall in love
For it seemed Fate had better plans for me
It was a bother not mine to speak of
I did not think I could fall in a love
Hard as the bedrock yet soft as a glove
That such love could be returned you see
But now I know I have fallen in love
For it seemed Fate had better plans for me
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Today on dVerse Poet’s Pub Frank challenges to write a triolet or a poem that closely resembles a triolet.
So, what is a triolet? A triolet’s characteristics are the following.
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