If you were to come to me Wow
In sight unseen before now
No longer just a vision of your smile
I would want to walk right up and
wrap my arms around you
Sigh and say ....
"Finally my life is complete"
I prayed that before heaven
we would meet
" I've Always Loved You
my precious soulmate"
You are my fate...
Oh your lips look so sweet
then you would sweep me off of my feet.
Solita R. Edge-Reed
My love is gone, but he has not gone far.
I see his golden locks in waves of wheat,
the blaze of his blue eyes in each bright star;
in dewy blooms of red, his lips so sweet;
his smile in morning sun I rise to greet.
Oh, whether it be day or night, I swear
I see my wondrous lover everywhere!
His scent is with me too, for I inhale
him as I walk through woods of tall pine trees.
I taste him in fresh rain, and I can tell
that he is near me when a summer breeze
caresses me; my mind can be at ease!
For though he’s gone, I know my love will be
In beauty evermore surrounding me.
Written Feb. 1, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich
the moon trickles down casting light afar
her tasseled hair rippling on true hearts pressed
surrounding a cape of pure, coupled stars
while tender fingers hunger for her chest
oh, can there be a scene like this more blessed?
if life could pluck more days, let my age withdraw
come love, for we have boat rides more to row
and as sunrise prays with the mountaintop
lapping against mauve fog the prairies keep
just there, dawn sprinkles on each dewdrop
waking the snooze of morning from its sleep
how can a day hold glory half as deep?
and if breaths could clear ripples of life’s glow
come dream with me, for we have years to sow!
To my Daughter
Still my little child
Through your light blue eyes I am in heaven
they smooth my existence with its pure look
there're eight wonders in the World not seven
spirited pressence flowing as a brook
Catching my poor heart with your golden hook
since I held you in my arms for first time
proud and lost for your beauty was sublime
It seems like yesterday but time has passed
the bud suddenly bloomed and shines... and glows
jealousy is my struggle to the last
Before you my Queen... my Angel I bow
laughing life twenty years in a row
under the rain against the wind we walk
and trust...we have no secrets to unlock
My sweetest dream my muse my Tinkerbell
sprinkling your fairy dust to make me fly
to last forever my love for you swells
and my life has sense and sound Sunny Sky
Any pain any lament any sigh
I'd like to keep from you and thus I pray
begging God for you every night and day
‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With fading sight and wearied limb through window rose he gazed
With summoned strength and trembling arm his mighty bow was raised
Sinews drawn to fullest test he let the arrow fly
And sinking back upon his bed he breathed a heavy sigh
‘Follow yonder willow shaft through forests darkened keep
For flighted by the angels, twill appoint where I shall sleep’
The stalwart oak tree caught the shaft, appointed by Gods grace
Beside a brook, in bluebell’d wood, there marked his resting place
In tunic Gold and Lincoln green, his sword upon his breast
Beneath the trees of Sherwood green was Robyn laid to rest
That mighty heart, its labour done, when stilled its Valliant quest
All England mourned its stalwart son who bore the Locksley crest
And through the silent forest, soft April showers wept
To wash that place from hearts and minds, a secret ever kept
One maid, one Friar, with little John, in sombre vigil stood
In silent witness mourning, the passing of the Hood
On England’s green and pleasant land was played a Hero’s part
And Never more on sceptre’d isle will beat a truer heart
North of Nottingham, there lies a wood
Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green
A barefoot Beauty, There she stood
The likes of which, the worlds not seen
A man observes, but undetected
Concealed up in The Major Oak
She drops her hood, quiet unexpected
Gently slipping off her cloak
This man, a thief, price on his head
Cannot resist his captive heart
In great danger, he gladly sheds
The massive tree's concealing art
You might conceive, this shocked the maiden
Confronted by a rogue so bold
But his eyes were so love laden
She touched his hand, he touched her soul
He leads her to his camp in secret
On the ground lie jewels and gold
But his eyes could never leave her
The greatest prize he ever stole
I’m lavender; I’m apple-tartness green
or colored cream like fleece - a peaceful ewe.
Pastel, I’m hushed; when gold or red, I preen.
Like ice cream of a most peculiar hue,
I’m Baskin-Robbins licorice-flavor blue.
I’m fanciful as pink and rarely frown
reflecting sequins of my rainbow gown.
Written ages ago, I don't know when, but was first posted 8/31/11 under the
Now used for Shadow Hamilton's Colours Poetry Contest
The master of the light scopes on the brae,
bequeathing her the dusk that sweeps the fields,
his manly thoroughness and thought's cache,
in front of her transmitting aura yields,
while dark befalls around her form and shields;
whatever poised the shades' outlines as real
became Nyx' pass, became the fog's slack seal.
Her thoughts metamorphose, so e'er unplanned
to skyward borders where the maiden's prayers
amid apocryphal of aisles expand,
and winding they disperse, dew forlorn heirs;
the flutter of the blackbird drives her tears
and beatific perfect form that fades -
domain of conquered arbor woods and glades.
For Gaia's daughter begs to be transformed,
her perfect structure turns to laurel bole,
her splendid mane to foliage and adorned
the woods shall bear her innocence of soul;
the Nymph persists upon her vestal role,
cantabile his harp and sunshine beams,
forever meet the spieling of her dreams.
© 02-01-2014, G. Venetopoulos
Daphne was a Nymph of the streams, Apollo's beloved.
Please, read the "about the poem" details...
Ride with me
I'll show you miss
I'll show you bliss
Where your mind is
Come with body
Come with soul
Drive me kindly
To your goal
Do not fault me
For your mistakes
I will not jugde thee
Your skipped pace
Show me kindness
Show me your heart
I will grow wings
To master your art
And then you found
I am your horse
To take you heaven
You have once lost
We seal our friendship
We take our oath
To be together
In this ride on Earth
If I could, heaven I would hand to you
I can but offer a shoulder or hand
Or maybe a kind word to see you through
Times so difficult you cannot withstand
When you’re isolated, by others banned
Just look this way and find me at your side
Perhaps your sadness we can override