I wear my mother's smile
looking for a vase
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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
Mother Nature, You The Seed Of Earth's Delights
Soft spoken and sweet art thy graceful ways
Within forests of rainbow trees a light shines
For each of thy songs, the sad world pays
Reluctance in glory and resentfully it opines.
Coming Spring, brings increases in thy lights
With calming days and grace in castle towers
Soft spirits dance in woods on cooler nights
And later finds comfort in thy majestic powers!
Sun and morn bring far more pleasant things
Even happiness in light cool spring showers
Gratitude for blessings thy heart always brings
Admiration for thy gracefully wielded powers.
Mother Nature, you the seed of earth's delights
And greatest author of its most beautiful sights!
R. J. Lindley
no date on old poem.
No date on an old poem. Most likely late 70's to early 80's.
found six verses to another poem that I may finish if I
can find the time and do not forget to do so.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
April is thirty
and fierce as Niagara
she wets our pallet
for spring fling with nature
she shows us, we are one.
(Written for Andrea Dietrich Tanka poem contest, April 16th deadline)
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
I awoke unto a silence familiar to the past
Where my heart slept late, dreaming of her dimples, of her smile
For only in my dreams did I get to hold her, kiss her, feel her art so vile
Weeping my heart to sleep, bitting yet harder into her cast
My reality woke me by surprise, for time called to be justified as worthy as money
I texted her, a few minutes later her reply
Feeling somewhat far from my love, deep inside I felt the mood of the day upon my back target of the sky
I called twice, leaving not a voicemail, for I yearned to hear her voice as sweet as honey
An hour later, my phone spoke to me, it said she was sad
Speaking then I asked her of her struggle
In a soft, gentle voice she said she had an awful dream in which we parted, again in trouble
A gloomy feeling crept over me, finding its way to my soul I feared would come to be
Conversating about our affection, laughing with joy in our hearts her mother steped into our cheer
A dead tone came to play, she ended the joyous words that we were exchanging
And a few hours later she called, I asked of the outcome, she answered it to be very challenging
For an odd reason my heart grew weak, and brief into fear
I showed up to her home, in search of redemption
Pleaded for an audience, denied to my very presence did not matter
In regards of respect her father asked that I return later, not knowing when I departed a heart shattered
I paused, my heart spoke out in hopes of hers to hear and feel in attention
Finding myself back home I awaited for her call, a call that never came
Dragging my heart on, hoping to hear from her I jumped to a text message, she would leave with me
I arrived at her place to an empty silence, I called no answer, I texted again no message to retrive
Her mother stomped my heart only to give it strength, at her speech I did feel ashamed
I stood strong, I love her with all my heart, and I shall not give up on my heart
It dwells in her, she reigns my vision, my hopes and dreams
I felt her heart desperate to hold me she ran out into my arms and no one to make us part
Her family ran after her, accusing me of being the worst being to live, my heart felt their screams
They disappeared into the distance, and I grew sad
My love ran out to meet me, and I love her so I shall not give up the fight
I will follow her, for her love is what drives me I need her, only she keeps my poetry glad
I'm here love waiting for the next step, I won't leave I promise I will fight
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
The rain came down as so did the tears
unexpecting what would come after the
following years. So much left unsaid and
so much left to do I kissed your cheek
and said "i love you". We hoped for a
better tomorrow as time stole your soul
you gave me a wink an told me to never
lose control keep my eyes alive in your
heart for that would never die,Empty
thoughts consume my heart and mind
as i try to full fill your hopes and
over power mine.I read your words in
secret pages and the hurt you felt for
so long and your beautiful smile to
hide the words kept hiding are now
forever gone.The room became cold that April day as i watched your beautiful
smile turn to gray. Holding your hand
I felt you speak "Take care of your
self an my heart is yours to keep
remember our laughs,an not so much
the tears,but keep all close as I
will capture your fears". Sweet April
rain never knew the way it would fall
nor did it know it would take you
when it called.You left behind A
memory that would last till the end
and a voice that could reach behind
sin,Strong but stern,happy at times
but angry at most,you kept the promise
of always being close.I believed in
prayer to get us threw. Only one made
it an it was'ent you.You fought for so
long but i had to say goodbye,I promised
i'd never forget the tears of sadness
we cried.The happy times live on in me
and i will see you again some where above
the sea.Still the April rain continues
to fall until i see you again and you
greet me with my name i hear you call.
Copyright © cynthia gissendanner | Year Posted 2005
Swearing runs in the dysfunctional family,
the loud mother gets angry at her kids
and flings some items at them with animosity;
they listen and learn from her curse words.
It's a thrill to hang out with their friends,
it's easier to fit in when nasty words
are spewen out with rageful obscenity
and bullying others, they feel superiority.
If the disgusting language of rebellious teens
didn't offend or intimidate, it would fail them
in their expectations of being defiant thugs;
had they some morals, they would be a gem.
It's nighttime, the April air is very mild;
they binge and break bottles on trees,
their behavior becomes incredibly wild...
there's a fight, one of the boys bleeds.
Angie the mother of Brenda comes to his aid,
then slaps her daughter with fury in her lungs,
" It's past midnight, you should be in bed,
not hang out with a bunch of smelly drunks! "
Written on 5/19/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017