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Details | Rhyme |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


Details | Rhyme |

Peaceful Lovers Dream

                                                  
Lie next to me, and you will see,
As we read each other’s mind…
When your heart beats, mine repeats
and both benefit in kind.
Time stands still, or so it seems,
in our hammock strung
between two dreams.
Side by side, we hear the tide,
and not a word is spoken.
Love came in through a door
we didn’t know was open…
Copyright ©2013

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


Details | Free verse |

BEACH

BEACH

These two lines behind me are not exactly straight
 Nor am I, exactly straight. Curving, circling near
 The land wash, softly humming, sun on my curls.
 Trailing a whole new meaning into tracks.
 This dream land gives me free hand designing
 To my liking. Shells, mother of pearls, shore
 Littered with creatures distracting positively
 into curiosity. Is that how to fight fake reality?

With magic that defies? Created by me?
 These wheels do not sink into soft sand, strongly
 Carrying slight weight, turning, trying dancing,
 Not straight, exactly how it should be. 
 Exactly how I kill the dream with a slight
 Wave of my hand, a curt nod of dismissal.
 Nothing to spoil this castle on this beach,
 And the comforting murmur of the sea.

***

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Sponsor: White Wolf

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Star Gazing

Star Gazing

As the darkness falls across the sky,
Stars start to shimmer very brightly.
Your eyes reflect them clearly,
Hiding your grief and pain.

At the ocean shore, you gaze the stars,
Reminding you about your dreams.
Awakening about your reality,
Wishing it was just a dream.

Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Ocean's Melodic Dream


Ocean’s Melodic Dream As surges cast their net along a silent coast, we lie entwined ~ adrift as a single composed symphony tempo’d by the pounding surf ~ its constant sensuous rhythm lulling our hearts, aching to collide in this moment’s embrace Yearning upon a moistened sandy shore, your swollen lips offer a glistening enchantment with fingertips delicately seeking ~ caressing ~ stroking Feathery lashes grace twin demure windows of tender need ~ beckoning ~ hungering Velvet waves wash along our bodies ~ gently merely to touch you ~ hold you ~ kiss you, is my coastal heaven With arms of cradling strength ~ kindness ~ desire, my voice becomes a dulcet whisper of passion’d affection echoing softly within your enchanting lure The sun, which has lingered above harmonizing with the sky now takes its rest ~ splashing ~ painting ~ jewel swirled patterns across a hypnotic horizon, as your breath quickens beneath me I drench myself in this paradise that is you ~ your beauty ~ your love melting deeply into the ecstasy ~ rapture ~ essence of this day Now as wandering shadows cross beneath the moon’s glowing care we too build and recede, feeding our amorous fervor as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn’s sonnet cracks the sky ~ we become one with the tide Our bond remains unbroken ~ tethered to the ocean’s melodic dream Good night Soupers Have a great weekend See you again on Monday

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

SEASHELLS

Last night I had a dream
I was walking on a beautiful beach
Watching the ocean, all by myself
I was collecting seashells...

All shapes and colors
Beautiful, shiny ones
They made me think of you
And how your eyes reflect the sun

Suddenly I felt you hand
Slowly grabbing mine
Your presence enveloping me
Filling me with love, safety and calm

I knew it was a dream
But I really didn't care
We were together at last
I had you all to myself

We walked hand in hand
We talked, laughed and cried
We made love in the sand
We proclaimed our love undying

I woke up alone in my bed
I could still feel your kiss 
My heart still warm with your love
Until next time, my prince

****
November 15, 2016

Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

Salted kisses

Salted kisses

The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams

Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet spick-and-span

Glassy specks of sea salt crystals
Trapped in your jet black hair
Reflected the distant lights

In the glory of the full moon’s light;
A hundred tiny stars twinkling in your hair
The sparkle in your eyes; yet, unsurpassed

A black halo formed around your face
By your long hair, blown by the cold sea breeze
The longer tendrils gently brushing against my face

Your sweet fragrance gently wafted into my face
In my goose pimpled skin, I tingled
As our lips merged in a warm salty embrace

Tongues, moist and probing 
In search of each other's sensual treasures
My desired eternity, glimpsed in an instant

Such long walks on the beach
A lifetime in a pleasant beach house
Fill my dreams of you and I

March 4, 2017

Copyright © Sandison Jumbo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.



Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rubaiyat |

My Indulgent Vacation


A paling sun descends in late day; with a wink, it signals the moon to rise. In only a blink of my rested eyes, newly tanned limbs cool in the sand, and the foamy tide sprinkles my lips with a salty drink. New memories cover me like a soft terry-cloth robe as I lazily lie alone on an exotic beach across the globe. Distant, green-peaked mountains seem to climb to heavenly heights where a gracious sky falls tranquil to the ocean’s gold-flaked lobe. I selfishly indulge in this dream vacation all alone without a speck of guilt or any thought of remorse shown. Silky sand and bluest skies stretch out until the stars sink low to meet upon secluded beach and crown me from fair summer's throne. written 2/7/15 for Shadow's Indulgence Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Barefoot Dream

Barefoot Dream  ©

A pair of slippers dance along 
the surf line, dank chill seeps into 
supple leather 

Laughter and joy stream out 
across the endless waves, a 
day’s freedom from society’s 
strictures 

Stripped of sock and slip’r 
toes clinch and let loose the 
sandy floor as it shifts and moves 
as in a dance, vanishing under 
her foot
 
Dancing on the heads of 
ancient warriors, lost sailors, 
drown’d lovers

Foamy wet tickles the ankles, 
grains rasp and scrape a 
hardened heel 

Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny 
secreted bones ache with 
numbing cold 

Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as 
the grasp of death’s hand brings 
her down… 

down, down into the blue-black 
arms of the cold sea

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets 

Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

Beyond the Breakers


Here on the shore, no voices spoil 
my peaceful time of early morn.
He comes to beckon where sands roil 
on pristine beach as tides are born.
I call to calm the wind and sea
with victory of a rising sun.
Stirring the silence, he waits for me
to wash in waves before days done.
He guides me to his ocean deep
where blues and greens blend holding hands.
We laugh and watch the dolphins leap.
Then dive to rest on silky sand.
There on the ocean floor, I leave
my every worry, stress and care.
We rise to surface where we weave
our hopes and dreams, tomorrows shared. 
Caressing salted skin, we sleep
here on the shore, no voices spoil.   
Then out of water, blue oceans weep;
waves crash with dreams where harsh sands roil.




Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Haiku 43 - shell fragments

on a white sand beach lie scattered fragments of shells-- my unfulfilled dreams
6/28/15 For Shadow Hamilton's "Traditional Haiku" contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose |

DREAMER

Call me a DREAMER call me an IDEALIST.  I want mass appeal.  
I am a dreamer. As I think, my muse are heavy unclear weary, 
I fall asleep MY dreams are plenty starlit glistening seeming VIVID.
My Contemplation DEEP near daunting. I seek the best of BOUNTIES
steep, until I wake to count the trophies that I keep.

I refrain from CONSCIOUS tidings or else be accused of SHEEPLESS 
SLEEP and JADED SCHEMES.
I am a dreamer listening to the pattering raindrops as I sleep I dream of 
PEACH ORCHIDS and fields of VIOLET blades of GRASS.  I dream of 
PLATINUM sashes ample sample stashes of CHOCOLATE CANDY CANES
and tasty CARAMEL TREATS.  I seek the finest shores  Of the planet 
UNTOUCHED islands GALORE. 

 I dream of IMMEASURABLE measures of TREASURE TROVES and other 
Mundane riches never told, warm paradises spectacular surprises.  I am the 
Keeper of my dreams. I am a dreamer of RASPBERRY kisses and 
PURPLE PASSIONED WISHES.  I dream of AWARDS copious applause.

Now I stepped through the TEMPEST  deliberately avoiding cool finished rain
Puddling gleaming loitering as an idled while.
And I lull my unstill body back to sleep which was RAISED from the QUIET 
DEEP of fabled eclipsed MOONS  so long ago that set us free.



Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My dream house

My dream house
It will be by the beach
Totally open
Bright with a lot of natural lights
Modern contemporary
It will be a 5 bedroom 4 baths
Why do I need that many?
Don't know
Like to spread out myself
It will have travertine floors
White cabinets
that I can totally drown myself in
Granite countertops
Stainless steel sinks
Island in between
With a sink in it
Six burner stove
Double oven 
where I can burn some dishes
Haha
I don't cook
But I will learn
The countertop full of gadgets
Where I can try my hands on things
What else do I want?
I want that and more
But I will get that for now
Until I can dream on some other place
Oh heaven
Yeah I think I will get there
Now
On earth :)

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Summer Dream

Rocky cliffs over the sea
breezes blowing a summer
dream. The sun is setting with
amber glows and blend with the
blue evening as it changes ever
so slow.

I see the gulls glide below 
over the water and beach,
as people leave before the night
takes the evenings glow, that
feels just out of reach.

The last of the light from the sun 
then fades and the stars begin to take
the light of day's place. I reach out
and try to touch the sky and pretend I
can catch a comet as it passes by.

As the fire burns down to ash
I close up my jacket and prepare
to walk through the rocky, archway
pass; To my home where I do sleep
and hope that tomorrow I can come
back and dream.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

UNFINISHED COLLEGE DREAM

If I had the opportunity 
to attend college one last time 
I would take a course 
in marine and 
coastal management 

The knowledge of 
conservation practices 
government policies
and legislations
for our 
sandy beaches 
seagrass beds 
sensational coral reefs 
and swampy mangroves 
would of been a plus for me 
while pursuing my career in
ecotourism 
sustainable tourism
and even marine science 
in our small island nation 
of seven hundred islands 
engulfed in waterbodies 
all over the map. 

                                                                             

                                                                           Written by: Mia Pratt , 2017






Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Seaside Dream

The seaside...now there is a place I like to be,
To get away from the city the neighbours and some family,
To lay on the beach without a care at all,
Watching people swimming, sunbathing or just playing with a ball,
At the seaside you can eat fish and chips,
Or you can simply gaze at the distant ships,
Listening to the rocks crackle in the ebb and flow,
Of the blue crisp ocean going to and fro,
The cool sea breeze and Cornish ice cream,
Will always be with me in a seaside dream,
Yeah I really love to be by the coast,
And I hate going home the most,
So one day I will make the move and live by the sea,
Until I get old and life’s had enough of me.

Copyright © Robin Silver | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Adjective Dream NEW BLOODcontest

A dandelion sun floats in a
Ty-D-Bowl sky, and
dewy young girls with hair
like shining copper pennies
and unsalted butter
bathe beneath it.

With faith born of MTV,
they worship Ocean---
her heavy metal fury,
her power ballad calm.

But Eros interrupts,
sending her own virile priests
with Bowflex bodies and
Energizer loins
to defile the idolators.

Ocean rebels
and paves the lazy sky
in asphalt clouds.
Sharp quills of rain sting 
both priests and congregants
as they run for cover.

Eros laughs.
Ocean waits for another day.              -5/16/2015

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013


Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Waves

Two young friends sit on a promontory
     overlooking the windswept 
sea as a lonely lighthouse studies their 
      actions unnoticed.
They converse excitedly about the gift
     of a crimson parasol 
from a handsome new lad at school.
      Their hearts soar as they 
dream wild romantic thoughts as the   
       sound of the waves enchant.

There's something wild about 
      being near the waves…
Hearing their last hurrah as they 
      hit the sandy shore.
Bursting bubbles of white 
      foam on wet sand,
The only evidence of their 
      brief existence, save the
Sea salt scent wafting in 
      the wild wayward wind.

Then there is the chameleon 
      colors mesmerizing eyes
As the sun and clouds play 
      with light 'til day is done,
And the orange orb slowly sinks 
      below the sea's horizon
Sharing a romantic kiss goodbye 
      with the twilight sky.

June 11, 2016

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Suncream

Walk in the sunshine Sweetheart
Feel it warm up your clothes
Close your eyes and picture you
With sun cream on your nose
On some idyllic island
With feet on golden sand
And someone special close to you
Holding your soft hand
And once that image is in there
It will never go away
You only have to close your eyes
To make the rain clouds stay at bay

Copyright © Robert Andrew Lyle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

                                     
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

Emerald Crystals Glistening Under Foaming Tides

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi




Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket!

Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells!

An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!

Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!


A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!

The gentle swaying...of a love song...as a symphony...between the trees...
And the wind!

The chant of aloha...an ancient land...of love...and legend!

Flowers...as a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds!


Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing...
water-flows!

A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands...
Of the tender...billowing clouds!

Endless beauty...magnificient...to behold...a trail of legend...and lore!

White sand beaches...pitched sands...softened...by Pacific Island...swells!


A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love!

From chalked...and hued...canyons...to bluish...green...waterfalls!

Emerald crystals...glisten-ing...under...foaming...tides!

The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend!


Never...to leave...a heart of diamonds...and a...soul...to live forever!

My Hawaii...my...lover...of old...and...my children's...children...forever!



Poet's Own Notes:

Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body...
forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!"



THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!


Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Wind

the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:

"the shortest road is the one 
that you know, 
 the longest road is the one 
that you love"

soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell

I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again 
so well. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016