While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011
Hummingbird soar with your tiny might
Great red fuchsias are at bloom again
Red purity so beguiling a call so bright
Brings you forth to carry your aim
To help propagate new life next spring
Nature's awakening call will always 'ring'
Diane M Quinlan
Artist & Poet
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
We are in a continuous state of becoming
with our environment
I am becoming that tree
just as that tree is becoming me
It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled
which became part of it
and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen
which I inhaled becoming part of me
I am the tree and the tree is me
I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal
and other persons
I breathe in the air they gave up
Air that was part of them is now part of me
just as the air I exhaled is now part of them
Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth
It becomes me through the food I eat
which comes from the earth
directly or indirectly
and I become the earth through matter
that leaves my body
waste and otherwise
which returns to the earth
to become the earth
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
You can ask me to paint the sky,
A much different shade than blue
Perhaps, a yellow pink or orange color might
Be the choice to suit you.
You can tell me to change animals from winged to footed;
Or flipper to fingers at hand.
Insist that I move continents into a long, continuous, elongated band.
All of these things I think I might achieve,
I think – I believe, I might could do,
Before I could ever possibly, even slightly,
Ever stop loving you.
Copyright © Wendydawn Brindley | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
The semi circular motion of a semi colon is neither a separation of an apostrophe or a mere dot of a full stop. Perhaps the embrace of a bracket within a sentence could harness and calm words. It is imperative form and involves structure but editing can eradicate meaning so don't cross out or erase those words that come from the mind to land on paper,parchment or text. Deletion is not a recommended task. All words arrive from a source. A recording from within translated. Would one really bake a tasty pie, curry, or other fodder then place in a bin? Would one put on nice clothing then jump into mud? No no no. And to create is not to crease. So go jump up and down on a hill waving one's arms in a motion understood by the skypaths of time. Depersonalization Zr Z xxxx
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
Every face had a story to tell,
Every heart had something to share....
Lost in their own worlds!
Heading to their destination.
Arrived a boy blind and handicapped,
Everyone eager to know him
Started a conversation with him
Tears rolled down everybody's cheeks!
Lost in this cruel world.....
Picked up by monsters!
His hands were cut and eyes pricked...
Helpless he roamed and begged.
Every face seemed shocked!
And so was I.
Strangers a moment ago,
Turned as a team,
To gift the unfortunate a new life,
A better future.
Now again tears rolled
But this time tears were blessings
They represented happiness
- Ahalya Nair
Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016
Friendly and fondly
How harmless you are!
The Colorful and beautiful fly
Come into my house and dine
A wine toast would be fine
To you my door is open
Will you be my guest?
Perhaps we can be friends
Oh! Gentle Fly
Thou are butterfly
Copyright © David Adeyemo | Year Posted 2016
SINCE I WAS
SINCE I AM
SINCE I HAVE BECOME
AND YET SINCE I AM
SINCE I JOINED
SINCE I SAW
SINCE I HEARD
AND SINCE THEN....
SINCE THEN I AM
I AM WHAT I AM
WHO I AM
I BECAME A CHOICE
I BECAME A WINNER
I WAS AN AM
AND I AM STILL
Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015