In your journey down the hall
i originaly wrote it in Romanian word, but translated it in english, hope you will like it
Stay with Me!
I know many of you, dear friends, are in happy relationships, so this is just poetry. I personally am of the opinion that love can and is to last forever and ever, I just can’t write about joyful merriment and such things. So I may sound gruesome for many. But when I think of parting and such things a feeling of sadness overcomes me and I feel I can put it on paper. Thank you very much for your inspiring poetry.
Within this Flower
Within this flower of a rose A single drop of dew Cascades its fount, and now are tears Cried for the man she knew. Dainty lashes - wet with tears Emotion over flows Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say That moss about her grows. Too soo
She Breaks my Heart
I had a fling the other night, and now she won't answer her phone, I best forget and "look for love elsewhere".
My Guitar's Rubaiyat
The pain of first love lost...
Too Much!
The downside of experience is a certain amount of collateral damage,.... back to the lovey-dovey stuff shortly
A Stranger's Eyes
I walk along the street And I'm blue and lonely. My childhood hurts this love For my one and only. Searching other's eyes For love's deep abyss. The ocean in my soul Drowns in a stranger's kiss. I'm lost without a woman Directionless a
Unfaithful
He tries to kiss away her tears That flow like rivulets of melted lead To her pillow. Inconsolable the salty flood Courses wetly down the Anguished aspect of her face - As she cries out her sorrow. For he has been unfaithful (She knows
Dianna
* stunner, Aussie slang for extremely good-looking woman.
No More Love
(*) I've given up on internet dating, maybe I can meet a nice girl down by the bus stop, or on the train - or something. (**) No more love - (except for CS poets and poetesses).
Orphans in the heart
The difference between platonic, unrequited, and consummated love? If we knew all of the differences we would be wise indeed.
High Above
High above - somewhere in the firmament Before we're born it seems our die is cast And destiny amid this life's entanglement Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path. Our loves and lovers neither of us know The folly of our youth - tru
My Wandering Star
A poem about Megan - my first girlfriend - and my first love - in High School. A recollection of a moment of introspection, one Summer's night at Wentworth Falls Lake. (In the Upper Blue Mountains; about 100 km west of Sydney). Thanks for all your reads - lcbr.
When I remember
When one heart calls to another Everything else seems far away Just like in a daydream I remember your reflection Just like another spring brings Forth new growth Just like another memory Treasured, can be lost Or just another haunted re
Now You've Gone
I see someone like you In sweeping summer rain And nothing I could do Would fix my heart again. A stranger's eyes flash fire Of lost romantic chance The chaos of our lives And broken circumstance. I dream of you at night Your spirit haun
My First Time
* Sydney's "red light" district. ** (I'm being ironic here - not exactly the "cradle of civilization"). *** YOTS = Well-known Sydney Christian charity helping street kids **** Due to out-of-control alcohol/drug-fueled violence, pubs, nightclubs, etc are closed to new patrons at 1 am (Lockout Laws). Many say this has harmed businesses and destroyed the nightlife. ^ I've quoted a line here, from the Australian film Blue Murder
Stood Up (apology accepted)
We made a date - I couldn't wait to see her (And there is no love the cynics say). Well, maybe I'm just a hopeless dreamer - With nothing new to show except dismay. On my part no intention to deceive her;- That all the stars in all their glitter
Banksia (one night stand)
* "on the piss" = Australian colloquialism for drinking. ** Banksia = inner South West suburb of Sydney. (Be honest - we've nearly all been there). Thanks for all your reads
Danielle
* I have quoted a line from an Ed Kuepper song here......
A Lucid Dream
I can't wake up! These succubi They haunt me- Another broken love - Or a forgotten dream? Trapped in this Kaleidoscopic maze Old movie vision Flickers in my head From the cinema Of my life Exited and restless Under the sheets I jol
Lucy
* Names Changed ** A doomed relationship *** "Johnny" rot in Hell **** "Lucy" Rest in Peace ***** S*xual abuse of children, and intentional cruelty to animals; two of life's worst (and most inexcusable crimes)
Poem for Megan
For seven years I've longed for your love, That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss - As winged she flies - a lonely dove - Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;- No longer I'll watch the empty cove, And dying waves that beg for a try
Vokzal
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
the love of my life
The poem is for those who value love. I hope to find a life partner who believes in love
Queen Searching Lost Kingdom
The poem "Queen Searching Lost Kingdom" is a beautiful and deeply evocative narrative, eloquently capturing the journey of a queen in search of her lost realm. It effortlessly weaves the theme of perseverance, love, and the power of hope through its exquisite lines. Each stanza, marked by the name of a flower, adds an extra layer of symbolism and depth. Flowers, traditionally associated with feelings and emotions, create a rich tapestry of images that underscore the queen's quest and her emotional landscape. This botanical theme contributes to an overall sense of continuity and growth, mirroring the queen's personal development throughout her journey. The journey of the queen could be interpreted metaphorically, not just as a quest for a physical kingdom, but also for internal fulfillment or self-discovery. The triumphant tone in the end, where the queen finds her kingdom and peace in a rose, suggests the completion of a transformative journey. It is dedicated to MAHARLIKA 808. Lastly, the use of rhyme and rhythm in the poem adds a lyrical quality, making it not only a joy to read, but also giving it a timeless, classic feel. Given that you've said this poem was inspired by a real 'queen' you know, it's evident that she is a strong and resilient figure. This poem, in its symbolic and metaphorical language, serves as a tribute to her journey and character.
What If
I am in a restaurant and see people consumed with their cell phone and wondered how many opportunities are missed.
Karrol Levy I love you
My closest friend who lives farther away than I can stand!
lost and alone
when someone you trusts cheats and lies to you i guess
NEARER TO NUMB
Just saying!!! Hope is perpetual... 11/19/17 tweaked 2/27/22
In Arwen's Requiem
To the story in the Lord of the Rings trilogy that mattered most to a romantic like me. Inspired by the film's brief reference to Arwen's own demise, a year after Aragorn chose it was time to forever sleep and cease his long life ... They could have made, in my opinion, a film on the Tale of Aragorn and Arwen (Appendice A in Return of the King Book).
Our Best ... Our Heart ...
We can try our best.... like I really do .... But it seems , many times, the one we most badly want, we simply don' t get to keep ... And with a heavy sigh, before the ache gets to feel too deep, that hopeful heart is, once more,
nothing
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For the Isolated
Three quatrains, the last two lines of each borrowed from T.S. Eliot's “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/44212/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock
No words
Daddy wont you keep me safe, daddy wont you keep me safe, Im only two, I depend on you, daddy wont you keep me safe. Daddy, please dont walk away, daddy stay with me today, daddy dont go, I love you so, daddy please, dont you know?
Float Away
Lost love, dead marriage, loathing her husband and pretends to love him for that night and drinks herself to sleep until she floats away. Grasping at straws before the final end.
Raindrops
Personal reflections in the gloom of a rainy day.
I Will Remember
I have always liked this song since times immemorial, so decided to translate the lyrics and share them with you.
Anna loves her Jesus
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college. THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
Somthing True
tell me wat u think, please n thank you
Wishes 4 Her; Reworked
I havent posted since 2012, please, tell me what you think..
Only a fool
Only a fool would believe in a dream As she comes to him upon silver streams Only a fool sees such beauty as he sings her a song because he feels it's his duty Only a fool is often blind not to see her smile is selectively kind Only a fool c
confusing
feeling this way, today. Forever.
RE: 40 words....about something
'as i shake off the rusty coat of heartache '.......awesome write Hedi .......regards Nu...
RE: SELECTION OF
what a nightmare, hope when you woke the day seemed brighter...
RE: NEVER SAY I LOVE U
I think I like it.. and it rings true.. Those three words should never be said lightly.. Very nice poem.. thanks !...
RE: Clear Thought
cool stuff Larry!! great insight! rob...
RE: Path of the Wind
This is wonderful!! I enjoyed reading it several times!...
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