Best Cornelia Poems

Continuation from previous poem

We reached the footer of a castle steep,
Seven times by walls encircled very tall,
Defended by a river hard to leap.

We overpassed it as hard ground at all;
Through seven doors I entered with these wise:
We reached a fresh green lawn nice to enthrall.

There...

Continue reading...

I was the kind of girl 
That wore a woolen scarf
Like a strand of pearls around my neck
And you were the kind of guy
that couldn’t resist pulling me into your chest
by the dangling knitted tails of fuzzy plaid
So when I landed 
on the broad landscape...

Continue reading...

Cornelia’s Red Vest

Cornelia Chipmunk wears a red vest
Without it she feels pos-i-tive-ly undressed
It has thirteen pockets and twenty-one zippers
And fastens in front with some Velcro-like grippers

These pockets can hold all kinds of odd things
Like shoelaces, pencils, and bright plastic rings,
Gum wrappers, pine cones, paper clips,...

Continue reading...

Caught behind barbed wire
Tangled in a child's shame,
old regrets and fears
We sometimes pierce our souls
in the death grip of our love offerings
Delightful wild-flowers
clutched in hopeful fists
Thrust out from our shadowlands
to be caught by understanding hands
How achingly beautiful we are
in the presence of their tender
and fragrant...

Continue reading...

Row me out Captain
to our secret room
Steal me far from shore
Let me sit tight against you
Bathe with me in this gold-flecked light forevermore
I’ll trail my fingers through the warm silk of the water beneath
While we glide silently towards the edge
of the woods velvety deep
Where whispers...

Continue reading...

I grew up
as the day disappeared into the black of night
As love became a senseless fight
I grew up
and left my innocence behind
In a pink-lined box
where a tiny ballerina twirled
to a little girls song
While my dreams went to sleep there
Tangled and twisting
like the ribbons in my...

Continue reading...

The brevity of life astounds me
As I question everything with a burning need
Must it all be ordinary, so dull and transient?
What is missing, what am I trying to feed?
And as I work through my day, in mindless ways
I find myself drawing the shape of my...

Continue reading...

I look up from my post, lying on the floor
Questioning the cracks in the ceiling above me
Likening them to my recent history
Stretched from end to end
Wall to wall
They mimic my life
Like jagged scars
A life-line transcribed
From palm to plaster
Split here and there, seemingly without rhyme or...

Continue reading...

Be the hero in her Empire
Topple her throne
Capture her desire
Claim her crown for your own
Crush her pearls
And devour their dust
Let your lips tell her stories, of both love and lust
Wander slowly through her flowers
Breathe deeply of their perfume
Collect her petals in your chalice
Let them fill...

Continue reading...

Love is not one-quarter note
It's a violin concerto set on fire 
Played to a table for two
It’s not half-assed
Or half-baked
It’s the 3 inches thick 
finger licking frosting
with a cherry on top of my cake
It's full tilt 
Take a chance
Raw 
Messy
Hard
Bend over backwards
Give it all you’ve...

Continue reading...

My bed is Kansas
Endless, barren windswept plains
Of empty sheets
Stretching to a distant horizon
It could be the flats of Nebraska 
On a starless night
Lonely
Bleak
So far, I can’t reach
And I’m storm chasing
Longing for a wild tumbleweed
to get swept up alongside my fence
Messing up my pristine cotton fields
with...

Continue reading...

I've lain beneath the trees as they wept
Spread-eagled on beds of wild sage
Surrounded by the brave soldiers
of fallen leaves turned crimson and gold
I've breathed in love on a sweet scented 
summers day
And exhaled my soul in the sparkling frost
of winters halo, circling before my eyes
like...

Continue reading...

She woke up
The bitter remnants of the past 
swirling in her mouth
eating her words
in a sulphuric acid brew
She woke up
and spat them out
before they charted a course to destroy
all she still knew
of the truth

© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel...

Continue reading...

Alta Luna,
my gentleman caller in the night
Ahhhh, yes
He’s making eyes at me
Sending showers of midnight winks
that melt the stars into my eyes
Tall and handsome
perfect to lean my ladder up against
And climb up to Mi Amor
Let me in 
and let me kiss you
Good Night

 © Cornelia...

Continue reading...

The wind leans in 
against my walls
Tempestuous,
in a melancholy fever
It’s reckless moaning calls 
to every sinew
binding me in place
Howling to unleash me
from this empty time
this vacant space
Ripe with the frenzied ghosts 
of worthless things
And the hopeless chaff 
of words once prayed
Whistling through me
in a screaming...

Continue reading...