WITHIN REACH
My attempt to step back in time, stir a little passion and romance. Does it need more work? Be honest, but be kind. Thank you so much for stopping to have a read.
VILMA
V-iew of a dream is in front of me, I-mmediately when I think how it could be, L-aying with you like a butterlfy , M-aking A-nd feeling you, passionately shy.
(WHITE ANGEL)
expression "Spirit of life": used also in "The Girl that made my heart smile" even if for different persons. There is a reason...but...has to stay with me!
Gysele
A woman with no hate in her heart...
SARA
S cent of an angel pure as a ray of light A gainst the emptiness you fly R reality is not what you seek A bove any law your love is for the weak
ANNA
A nd the day never ends N ot when you hold my heart in your hands N ot when the light of your eyes makes everything bright A nd being with you, feels just right
OLGA
O n my mind a thought pass by: "L oving you or making you cry?" G ently your passion restores sense to my soul A ll is clear now: without you, there is no end to my fall
GRACE
G irl, if I could only meet your eyes R are beauty shown through your smiles A ncients would say: "C reated from the sea and the sky E nchanted her heart will never be shy"
ROSITA
R ay of light that warm up my chest O r just pain without a rest S ure I'm not, and afraid I am to see I nside my heart the truth: you'll never be with me. T hankful to this day, when I found you here A day I won't forget, the day My love was so
"BORI" was her original name
note: each of the acrostic I wrote, is about a girls/women i met in my life (lovers,strangers,friends)..they are the inspiration of everything i write (but they never read them)
(Just a girl)
For who reads my writing: i'm sorry if sometimes i repeat the same words..my vocabulary is not huge yet! but reading yours, will help me improving and express my thoughts in a better way (i thank you in advance)
MAGDALENA
M-any times I dreamt to fly, A-nd many times I just woke up without a sky, G-rowing my mind with the desire of you, D-ying my heart because no hopes were true, A-nd felt like a space without the end, L-eft alone hearing your "no" grabbing my han
KASANDRA
K-now how you sometimes can feel A-bout living a dream that no one can kill S-earching for excitment, passion or love A-nd hoping it will be pure like a flying dove. N-othing can tell you what you will find D-ead or alive inside your heart and y
JOAN
J oy to my eyes and to any man desire O r pain to the heart that you can burn with your fire? A ll maybe wrong, but this is what I see, N ot the women you are but the one you should be
EMMA
E rased from my heart all women are M y graceful queen you brought me this far M oments of life I'll never forget A nd that deep love I once met.
Good Night
At the end of my flight I saw no light, but i felt a gently touch... I couldn't ask for much. I wish I could lay with you while I stop time, long enough for our bodies to rhyme. will dream of romance... will dream of a dance... will dream of
(The Girl that made my heart smile)
I met a girl that made my heart smile Incomparable beauty, that can stop the world for a while It took just a look to make me fall Now Everything else has no meaning at all Before her, no lights, it was just dark as the sea when is deep She jus
A Woman I never met (by ME)
I know one day I'll find you
Icons
He makes me so curious lol
Thoughts of Floating Driftwood
A curious attempt at describing the insignificant sometimes of what I think or feel or say...
none - just read it
Oh, the comfort- the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take them and
Let’s fly to Neverland! (A Terzanelle)
practicing Terzanelle ^_^ THANK YOU EVERYONE VERY VERY MUCH FOR TAKING TIME TO READ ^_^ I AM AN AMATEUR WRITER... LOL
Not That long Ago
Appreciation.......
Holding On: A Love Poem
I think we have all felt these things, hoped for them, have lived them, wished for them...Romance is never, ever dead. :)
Limerick challenge
To my dearest one
Fountain In The Park (A Terzanelle)
This is the first time I've tried this form of poetry called a "Terzanelle"...(at Lucy's request)...and such it was quite a fun little exercise...and the subject is a gilded age Victorian-era Greek Goddesses Fountain located in our village green here in my little New England town.....
cards
well i wrote this poem after ending a 5 year relationship i was very crushed so anyhow i was watching poker on tv and something inside me told me to write about cards so i did i know its short but i feel like its straight to the point like a haiku
~~Ecstasy~~ (Macduff Challenge)
optional 4th stanza since I didnt obey the rules lol You reach for me hot hands of love rough from work yet gentle like dove wings from above
~~Blessed Morning ~~~
this poem was written by me under another name.
Broken Home
Scattered around the New England countryside sits many old abandoned weathered homes that perk my imagination.
Let it go and Fly away
written to a boyfriend who could not let his passed go,,,,
Castle nights
Is this a date or what..lol
Liar, Liar
Do you remember what you did that time she accused I was so pissed off and upset Trying with all his might he could not recall A time he had done her any wrong at all With down cast eyes he meekly confessed No recollection of misdeeds as she pro
redo
oh memory memory...why do you haunt me? plenty of misery served up every meal but little goodtimes...do I feel here's to you ol' anybody happy in your skin, oh golly what size shoe do you wear? would you loan 'em out on a dare? so I might
A ring
New to the poetry corner. So my poem is not much. Its about a girl receiving an engagement ring
Confusion
As I go through this faze in my life, Only you can bring me back to what is real, As the memories fade into black, I don't understand how to react, As the days go on silence is all I hear, For even your voice has disappeared, This is what I hav
Yours Virtually
I cannot see your eyes; I cannot hear your voice, I can’t say for sure that you are real, But from the words you send to me I know, By the way you make me feel. What a gift from God, the written word, And your ability to conjure grace, The im
Tellin the moon not to shine
I wrote this in segments during and after my divorce I wanted to write what i longed to have in a realationship some day
I'd Say
i wrote this for a certain special someone,
Moonlight
The wind whistle in the trees to sing you a harmony. The branches seem to hit together like a drum letting you know your the one. To silouette to in the moonlight.
Gifts of the beloved...
Its hard to resist the ‘grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side-of-the-hill’ syndrome, It kind of gnaws away at you, like a crazed rodent, Or it fills you with romantic pictures of ‘realities’ that are more phantom than ‘Blackbeard’s’ ghost, It taunts
Romance Whispers To Her Heart
This poem was published in a book titled "Stars Of Our Hearts",by the World Poetry Movement,in January.I did not submit it but did grant permission.