Someday
someday ... Some day dreams must die When your love for me will cease to exist having floated away into a warm summer mist as the sun will set on a cold winters day no longer will my words of love be given away to drift into nothingness
Les Separes
Merci pour l'amour d'un lot. Merci pour beaucoup de poesie. Pour mon cher xx La Joconde
The Garden King
A man I knew
One last morn
There was a time when your head against my chest, and your lips press to my cheek. There was a time when I was lost in your eyes, When I was lost for words Had you looked in my eyes, Only once, O dear girl; There was a truth in my love,
"Always Happy"
About lost love.
Sweet thoughts surrender
Morning sweetest of dawning thoughts kissing sunshine with love deeply within now warmly they never really do know what they have in front of them It all lies in happiness or for what they have really lost for that matter as one face turns
Am I crazy?
There are things in life that we just need to end. Things that are horrible, painful and unfair. But I have accept to be alone. I should not fill myself with false hope That things will turned like I wish I wanted to be. Ok! I admit, I miss t
Lost Love
Feelings on lost love. We remeber those feeling so vividly! Hope for glorious tomorrow's our hearts yearn for!
my prince came but where did he go?
my prince came twice and left as many times but will there be a third? i wait and wonder by the web and stir the whey and curd my hair it needs a wash and blow and started to grey some time ago and the spider that used to scare me best no
All I could do.
The days grew so long. It seems so long, All the long days Have turned into long nights Yet at the end of them both I still long to hold you tight In my now empty arms. As the night passed by I snapped out of my fantasy it was all just a
Two people who never loved
Well, this one is a part of a collection poetry in one of my blogs, if you are interested, you can visit me in poemarioaficionado.blogspot.com. But remember the poems are in spanish, so sorry if you can't understand! I will try to translate them.
Hear me say.....
Dont waste your time, I wont feel anything, I'll just watch as you waste away, My heart will race, can't hear you anyway, Reaching out to the emptiness in front of me, Love once shared, but all is lost, tears dry before they hit the floor,
Birth of the Sirens
Lament ye daughters of bright Troy,for Achaean's depart on sorrows tide.Woe of woe unto thee whose sons are broken spears without a mantle.Cry out thy mournful wail tell salt by eyes birth leaves cold the pyre stones.Your alter built unto Poseidon's
Lonely (5-7-5)
Another great topic of poets, lonliness and lost love...musing for today!
my tomorrow
Just remembering. A most potent memory. Thanks for all your reads.
can't stop loving you
Just overcome with memories Thanks all for your reads.
Predator
My darling, wolf in sheep's clothing If only I had known That a face so magnificent Housed a heart of stone I should've noticed the venom in your kiss But I was foolishly lost in love, in all it's bliss When I finally did realize, it was al
Poet To Poet 9/21/14
Poet, you whom I hoped to reach by writing, you beyond the multicolored tangle of telephone wires, you, with your white paper soul trampled in transit, you with kaleidoscope stamps & black cancellations, you who put your finger on m
silent void
It is the silence. Immanent void that as a thief steals the breath from my utterance, the blood from my lips, the salt from my tears. Yes, silence. Once welcomed companion, sanctuary from the illiterate clamor of life turned consuming spect
Smútok
She sat in solitude on the rocky shore. My boat I slowed, no movement in my oar. I heard her, yet no sound did she make. Her eyes, her smile, I felt a quake. She wanted to talk, nothing more. Intoxicated by her beauty, Spurned by male fault.
I do believe
Just a poem about my go I lost in a wreck
Caverns in the heart
She is frightened when the poem is done. The poem whose scrawled yellow pages have filled her heart for so long is snatched away. And the hole in her heart echoes like a garbage can thrown against a courtyard in the city. She writes to fi
WANTED~lost poet
We used to meet on this corner in the same wind. It fought us up the hill blew us in the door. The elevator rose on gusts of stale air fed on ancient feasts. Your room smelled of bug spray and roses. In those days we went to bed with Mar
Frozen
I wrote this a few years ago just for fun. It was my first poem and I will post more.
"THE LAST REMNANTS OF GRACE" 8/29/2014
This song will be on one of my newest albums called "THE DARKENING" It is a wonderous masterpiece, so dark and melodic... this song truly belongs in my archive of lyrics... hope it suizs my fans out there. this song the whole of the album is based upon the pain a woman put me through. unlike the album"SOWING THE SEEDS OF TORMENT" which i write both albums in the past couple of months... ;)
Timeless
Does one really ever get over the person we felt was the very soul of you. Since the event of being told goodbye, have tried a couple of dates locally without success. Maybe time has now told me I was just that little too late. Fear not am just reminscing but my feelings always show in my words, been a while since I penned anything alas it is sadness filled.
Without You
Without You, How Did I Live Like This? How Did I Live Without You? Without You, How Did I Live Like This? How Did I Live Without You? With Your Memories,My Nights Passed – 2 The Moonlight Talks To Me About You My Nights Are Lonely With Out You
nothing
Nothing in wanting to hear your views I thought nothing of what happened Come see the walls of my heart Nothing except your name written People know me by your name, e disloyal What celebrity is kamal nothing else
Heartbroken
The weekends are the worse!
iam without love
about being sad without love
The Breakup
Self explanatory Sunday. Can someone get a message to the 16 year old pothead running this ride to stop and let me off! I am still going to try to laugh! I probably should remove my write on "euphoria" because that feeling was so short lived and comprised to hell and back it's pure pitiful! Just put up with me, I'm harmless, really.
Waves
so smooth and calm your waves crystalline and deep sailing me splendidly to otherworlds oceans and infinities through persephone's realm where I hear hades smile libran mass a feather to your soul I know she will let you ente
The Long winding road
Somewhere down this winding road that leads to neither you nor I is a fork in the road. Should you one day look for me search no further than the end of that curve in the path where we met and loved and clung to each other through those d
Footsteps
The fog drifts towards the window. Dawns appearance still awaiting, lack of ribbons of yellow light profound in their absence. Muted candlelight reflects realities. Lines etched by life’s careful rendering now drawn upon toughen flesh. Hair
Soul Remembers
Your leaving me, lingers like a taste, the scent of you, a fresh caress, as finger whispers remember the ardent delicacy of your intimate flesh. Eyes closed, I imagine you inside me finally underneath porcelain skin. soul mingles with bo
MEDITATION
To forgive is human, to forget is not divine. It is asking a bit too much.
Below Zero
I didn't care if they fondled him at parties, eased him in at home between a husband & a child, sucked him dry with vacuum cleaner kisses. It was the coldness that I minded, though he'd warned me. "I'm cold." He said (as if that helped a
Deception
A simple poem for all of you that have been deceived by a loved one.
My love, my love, where are you?
My love, my sweet love, Were are you? What are you doing? Do you still think of me betimes? I think of you often, I think of your young eyes, and I start plunging deep within them, Quickly losing myself in their supernal nature, Two, deep,
Beautifully Invisible
I am smart. I am beautiful. I am creative. I am loyal. I am stable. I am caring . I am loving. I am kind. I am honest. I am everything he's ever wanted Yet I'm beautifully invisible If only he saw me...
Not really a poem.. but worth the quick read..
Be careful the the one you are willing to take a bullet for is not the one holding the gun.. obvious but so true..
Not really a poem.. but worth the quick read..
Be careful that the one you are willing to take a bullet for is not the one holding the damn gun.. obvious but so true..