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From the ashes
What used to be?
Knowing her destiny
Is life to overcome time!
She wasn’t worthy, cannot overcome
Cheats her heart, but never to be
To overcome the obstacles
Life places before her
Each day
Is a life
To
Overcome
Learning who she is
Striving for what she could
Become
Complete
Oneness
With many facets
Of her being
With
Chocolate wine
lot of Memories
And strawberry kisses.
Brooke Dylan 2014
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Love is having, love is lost
Love believing that it is the key
This is what love is to me
Way back in ninety five
When I met a poet
A poet was he
He took me by the hand
Taught me about love
We were friends
We were lovers
To the bitter end
He would read poems in my ears
Would write my name like I was a goddess
Like no other
With a magic swirl
Held me like I was his dear
He kissed the light in my soul
Held me with an inspiration
We danced barefoot in the dark
Kissed in the grass in the park
Explored the avenues of our minds
Took me by surprise in never-never land
He listened to my songs
Helped me share my heart
Kissed my very soul
There were no tears
Then he was gone
The beauty of him
Took me by surprise
Our breath was ours
For the taken
And oh the lovemaking
My life have been filled
Lots of events
With lots of tragedy and laughter
But few regrets
Looking back over the past
So glad of memories
To make it last
As I experienced the pain
Of loss of my poet lover friend
In the end
I survived and live
With what is left
I will never forget
The friend I had
What I have seen
What was felt!
I do stand, laugh and love
I still
Shed a tear
As well as fear
At the end of time
Before I die
I’ll never forget my poet
And a Poet was he!
Brooke Dyan 2014
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The day emerges
flustered winds
a pull, a tug
still un-known
like wings on a dove
is your love....
Creased brow, confusion grows
tears explode, tears gone
children cry
unable to voice, the query ....
The spice of a man, teases her nostrils
a touch, barely there among the stars
her golden tresses pushed aside
dark heat blooms in her belly
A lovers kiss, is just a kiss
that's a whisper of a breath
of days gone by...
Un beso es sólo un beso
el día emerge
azorados los vientos
un empuje, un remolcador
todavía conocido
como las alas de una paloma
es tu amor...
Entrecejo arrugado, la confusión crece
lágrimas estallan,
niños que lloran lágrimas han
podido expresar, la consulta...
La sal de un hombre, su nariz molesta
un poco, apenas entre las estrellas
doradas cabelleras su lado
oscuro flores calor en su vientre
un beso los amantes, es sólo un beso
que es un susurro de un soplo de
antaño...
Brooke Dylan 2014
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I have to say being a mother is a special job..
Saying I love you is easy. But sticking out for the long haul is hard.
Mother’s do that.
I lost my mom back in July 2011. I know a lot of you know that.
But it is as fresh to me as it happened yesterday.
When I saw her in the casket my world felt like it was gone.I fell apart!
Everything was different…I couldn’t understand why the sun came up…..
why there was another day.. Why didn’t everyone stop and know my mom was dead…..
But you know what My sweet mother did? From heaven Mom called for me….
She called for me!!!
I had been crying for days losing my mom. I was so very tired.
I had driven a long way from North Carolina to Texas. ..
In fact it took me twenty four hours to drive……
I had my son with me and he helped me drive.
But after all the crying and driving … well let me say it was hard.
I didn’t care if I lived or went on.
I got back to Texas and looked at my grandchildren my sons and my
beautiful daughter in laws and knew they needed me…..
They loved me and I knew I had to go on.
I could not give up!..
I just want to say HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all you Mothers out there.
It is not easy job but it is a rewarding job.
I have to say I miss my mom so much.
I miss giving her a Mother’s day present…. So guess what?
I am going to find someone else and adopt them as my mother
and do for them like I did for my mom…..
Oh ……
I didn’t tell you what mom said to me after she had passed…
I was almost asleep I had been crying missing her. And she called...
“Brooke, Brooke it’s me your mom... Please don’t cry. I love you. It is alright.
Please don’t cry.”
She said that to me two different times and I have not heard anything else from her.
But you know even though I am sad I know she is at peace. And so am I.
In fact she told me before she died.
“Brooke, she said, you and all of you have got to let me die.
You have got to let me go home to Jesus. “
I turned away from her when she said that.
You see I was very selfish. But I know the pain she was in. She needed to go.
If You have lost your mom then my heart goes out to you.
If you are a mom then you know what I am talking about.
God bless you all and know I love you all and you are in my prayers…..
All your hurt and love is in my prayers..
Brooke
I will always love you mom.. Always
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The summer is here,
sweet songs come forth
maybe there are no more doors,
hopefully this is the night of nights....
Let no one kill their rainbows
although, the world tries
They're not sure of the slow death of time
never really letting it go...
Cast aside the master of misrepresentation
They cannot say with certainty
why love that form and always flies away
with the eagles of tomorrow that never stays...
It was just a patch of summer night
warmth upon their skin so sweet
as they lay next to the other
with flames forming through their minds..
Brooke
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Her hesitant lips, longing for her man
unattainable she seems, as she mounds
longing for his toasted embers
sweat heats, hurts her vision and her skin
lust comes in after flow, of his manliness
his hand hardest seasons of witnessing
behind her soft luscious lips, shes ready
outstretched arms hurting, sweat dripping between her eyes
in her garden above the throne, she bows her head in love
in awe of her angel man....
Brooke Dylan 2014
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I was looking out at the great beyond
I saw you staring back at me
you were amazing to look at
with silvery hair and your piercing black eyes
and somehow they shone piercingly
and your aura, so mesmerizing a face,
amazing to see.
I remember when so many years ago
a faith in you so strong
it was so reassuring to know that you were always there.
I hope and pray that one day…
I feel your presence, as I did before
if I forgot you or maybe I didn't look?
I now do realize what I had missed…
its crazy I know, it hurts I know but life drew me away....
my reflection, makes me look and ponder.
As I looked unto the heavens
I see mom, dad and my baby sister
happy moments of joy and laughter
blissfully unencumbered by guilt or tears,
and I saw all your beautiful creations.
Everyone I loved has gone now
It's been soooo long for me.
Forgive my follies, dear Lord
I just want You to be my guide
Feel your presence by my side
when I turned my back on You
I was scorched by searing pain
floundered,
which way to go ...
I will be fine to go on with my life with You
so dear always by my side,
with a longing heart for YOU
I pray, please don’t forsake me
I know You are the one who loved first!
Deliverance is what I seek of my present agony
so of my agonizing past please do set me free…
Brooke
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It was her birthday she was turning thirteen.
It was a fun day until her father asked to baby sit for his new friends so they could all go
out to party.
She was scared that day she didn’t know why. She had babysat for other people before,
but for some reason this was different. She just felt weird.
As they were driving to the location, her father was telling her, about the people she would
babysit for were new to the area and didn’t know anyone.
“But dad, I really don’t want to. It’s my birthday. “She just wanted to cry. Why she had to do
this she couldn’t understand.
After being dropped off and meeting the parents, she thought maybe she was being silly and
they were good people. After the parents had left to the party, she got the kids ready for bed, and fell asleep waiting for everyone to get home.
The man woke her up with his hand on her shoulder and he was telling her to get ready he
will take her home. He was telling his wife that it would take him a couple of hours to get her
home and to get back. She thought about that, it didn’t seem to take her dad that long to
drive to their home. Now she was getting scared again.
Driving back she could not talk. Even when he spoke to her she just sat scrunched in her
seat trying to make herself invisible.
“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you talk? “He was demanding. It seemed to make him mad
because she would not answer him.
All she could think was please God help me get home, when he turned the car into the hills
where the woods started. She finally found her voice. She sat straight up in the seat and
screamed. “Where are we going this is not the way home?”
He started laughing and when she tried to open the car door he grabbed her and hit her
in the face. She was knocked out. When she woke he was on top of her, and she was crying
but it did not do any good. Then his hand was around her throat, “I will kill you and your
mom if you tell anyone. You will die.”
After he was done with her, he took her home and dumped her on the sidewalk.
He threw money at her and left. She wanted to be removed from life. To be no more!
Dear Lord,
Please remove me
I want to be no more
The time has come
To make me blank
Here I am
Stuck in the mud
Where have you gone
Where am I now?
Stuck in never never land
The years go by
The pain never stops
The rose won’t bloom
The miles go around and around
Head spins
Struggling for years
Now the children are gone
And what I knew was wrong
When death came between us
So I ask
One last time
REMOVE ME PLEASE!
Brooke Dylan 2014
this is in answer to Poet Aiyah De Torres .. Dear Diaryhttp://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=565965
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I was out riding this lovely day
And I saw myself
Riding on my beautiful horse
With my long hair flowing in the breeze...
The ability to judge
And the mistake was made
To ruin my life
I saw this day...
I saw a ghost
The ghost of me
Intriguing isn’t it I ask?
To be haunted by oneself
A reminder of the past....
I saw myself
With tears of sorrow
When others are not
Why do I cry I ask myself
And ignore the formality....
Of myself I say!
I saw a young girl
My past
It was me
I have been chasing myself
A warning I yell
I have paid the price
Of a past
And maybe a future
What does this signify?....
Do I have to draw you a map
Two minds of a single thought
That we are
I am on an eight hour tour
Passing by an orange mist
Of a graveyard of myself...
Through weeping of my lifeless eyes
I saw me standing there
In the distant land
Will you save me, I ask?....
In my mind the illusion is branded
Of the miserable souls of yesterday
Where all the cries can hear
Spinning web of lies
I just can’t stay together with me
But it’s too late....
I think for the never-ending
Never stopping
As I spin and spin
Just a blink before midnight
I found me again
As I was out riding this day...
Brooke Dylan 2014
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Look at you sitting there
With your chubby hand
Holding my heart with your laugh
Knowing where I stand....
Sweet Baby Starr
I know where you are
Starring at you sleeping
Listening to your baby breath
Waiting for your laugh
Hearing the morning sounds
Under the white mounds
Praying a mother’s prayer
While stroking your golden hair....
You are the reason I could fly
My baby Star
You are the reason I feel so alive
My Baby thats what you are...
Look at you growing up
Asleep upon your bed
Holding your teddy bear
Felling such love and care...
With your little arms around my neck
Oh Lord, forgive me I yelled
For some little mistake
That she made
My little Starr....
Kissing my little ones tear stained face
Promising to be better
With each daily light
Holding each other tight....
Chasing the fireflies
In the hot humid night
So tiny she was
But oh so bright....
She sat on the table
Swinging her little legs
Her body as at ease as it could be
Her thought at that time
Was telling the jokes to me....
The little girl sat by her mom’s side
“Mom, when will I grow up?”
Patience dear, it will be soon enough
Star said to me...
Sweet sixteen her first schools dance
Oh where did the years go by?
“Will anyone dance with me?” She asks me why
“Patience, my dear soon enough!”
They said you were wild
I said you were free
They said you wouldn’t listen
I said you would to me.....
Young girl grew into womanhood
And marriage she did go
Love came and love went
Finally one true love endured....
The beautiful bride looked
Towards her mother
“Can I make a marriage work?”
“Patience, my dear, patience, soon enough”
Mom it’s Valentine’s Day
I want you here with me
I feel like a litle girl
That I want to be
Will I ever be able to see you again?
In the heavenly skies....
A cold autumn day, the last leaves
Falling from the trees
Tears falling like rain
It was to be...
“Mom when will I ever see you again?
This is Baby Starr, looking for you”
Soft upon the wind came the reply
“Patience, my Starr, soon enough, soon enough!"....
BROOKE DYLAN 2014
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