Best Gemini Poems
Meet me in forever,
where the moon enclasps
the enchanting
heaven above us,
for you, are the music
playing on loop,
and we are like
unrhymed verses,
dancing amongst
lyrical constellations~
waiting to be aligned
as a sign of love.
Sometimes, obsidian hearts
will never feel the raging fire
they rise above and beyond,
as untamable phoenixes,
ascending in burning hues,
to the eden in our
warm embrace,
interlaced with
soft summer skies,
where love finally feels safe,
flowing in silvery
aisles across
a lake of flaring firestones,
a home for dreamers,
residing in fields
of ever blue
forget-me-nots.
When twin souls
are entwined,
by sacred wings of angels,
descending through
vermilion gold beginnings,
I question every
nightingale that sings~
what could be the melody
that would unveil the tune
to orchestrate
my own universe?
As I keep fighting
the urge to
disappear sometimes,
to silence these
deafening screams in my head.
As everyday, I am different,
somedays my conscience
confuses my spirit,
that this love is like a fever-
a disaster waiting to occur,
running in foggy breezes,
leaving me gasping for air.
When overthinking is a poison,
my mind fears
these crippling changes,
echoing through
our favorite songs.
So, how will I ever be able to
right every wrong,
without my savior
that saved me
from dreary dark
dawns of December?
Perhaps, this was pre-written
in untold sagas
of romance,
I am only complete,
when I am within
the coincidental
half of your gemini heart.
Here, I wait, alone tonight,
until you become mine,
so meet me in forever,
where luminous clouds
unravel perpetual
purple flickers in our sight.
"A mute tongue is a slave to silence."
I've danced with the devil.
now he's tired,
so he's left his demons behind -
everyday there's a new arrival.
Sometimes, I struggle to use my voice,
especially when I get too choked to converse,
most of the time I don't get a choice,
so I keep it all hidden within my heart's vault
and no one has the key to unlock it,
but you who lives inside -
promise me you will never confide my secrets.
It's easy to smile,
but when you forget
and my silhouette cannot help,
I become too fatigued to feel,
yet, I refuse to surrender and kneel,
but regret the questions I did not ask
and when there is no metaphor for meaning,
tears I refuse to reveal are released
upon virtual visions, where only strangers
can connect and construe.
My emotions are a cocktail of
confetti fireworks kindled from your lava.
You who claim to love me,
are you as patient as a sunflower without rain?
You hide behind a veiled vocabulary
and I ponder am I the only poem
in your pearls of poetry
as when there are no words,
like Rumi's recital;
"I choose to love you in silence,
for in silence, there is no rejection."
Would it not be poetic,
to take your last breath,
upon the day you were born?
Would you celebrate my birth or
feel sadness and continue to mourn?
I wish I never become a flower for a florist.
I hope you are never seen as a weed.
In my Gemini garden you are my twin,
different shades, but the same scent.
A tongue offers nothing
when a servant to solitude,
but a muse can never be mute,
such is the power of the mind,
as I find freedom in verse
even when life feels like a curse.
A single rose blooms with distinctive aromatic enchantment,
but it does not compare to a unique Gemini Rose,
whose exquisite grandiose would grace any idyllic garden.
Silent One
6 June 2018
Example for 'when three lines are so much better' contest.
Oh my Gemini wall flower,
I wonder how your buds blossom,
as fragile florets yearn for foundations,
encouraging their roots to bloom.
If I should sow you into erratic earth,
suspicious sun might suppress its love,
relentless rain may suffocate your air,
with wicked winds stripping your petals.
So I will hold you in my hands,
compassionately caress your soul.
Implant you in my heart,
so my love can cultivate you -
protecting you from the storm.
Empathetic eyes will gaze,
enchanted by your elegance,
lost within the tranquillity of
your rare radiant scent.
Oh my Gemini wall flower,
you may be a lotus or a rose,
it does not matter much to me.
Simple Musing
Silent One
12 March 2018
“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One
Many writes come and go,
could there be One you know?
There are writers that write words,
there is One who writes with feelings and herbs.
Priceless masterpieces better than a royal flush,
your poems are painted with a very colorful brush.
Like “birds care not for whom they sing,”
a writer writing from their soul becomes a king.
When you hear a bird sing,
you will remember that heavenly sound all spring.
When you read a poem from Silent One,
you will remember that poem for the long run.
"Happy Birthday~Silent One"
G ood God! How I’ve tried,
E ven outright denied
M any times the persona you see.
I nside of my skin,
N either conscience nor kin,
I have you and yes, you and that’s me!
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B Beginning on this journey, I rode the cusp of different signs
O One path would lead to Venus, yet to Mercury I have climbed *
R Reaching for the stars, was a curiosity * *
N Never knowing just what might have been, where the other path might go
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U Under power of the universe, each complex twist and turn
N Now it holds me in its flower, where my destiny would bloom
D Deep within my heart, I held a comet’s tail to ride
E Eclipsing secrets of the moon, and the stars to be my guide
R Reflection of the twin in me, that can see the other side *
G Gazing with curiosity, through life’s dark and cloudy windows *
E Each pane of glass stares back at me, a entwined reflection shows... *
M My mirror image , is she perplexed? I wonder if she knows…
I I search her face, but secrets hide, the mimic's eyes are sealed *
N No hint revealed,.. she is quite resolved..and like the moths of night
I I flutter, as does she, against the glass, to reach the light
Aries must learn danger with their own toddler test.
Taurus grasp emotions from the feel in their chest.
Geminis wish for words hearers clearly digest.
Cancers thrive in a neat, loving family nest.
Leos strive to lead infused with praise about their best.
Virgos shelve their dreams for duties that sternly pest.
Libras view couple love as perfect life's peak crest.
Scorpios forget naught, hiding all in mind's vest.
Sag needs outdoor adventure per their soul’s request.
Capricorns need for perfection is not a jest.
Aquarians hear their own drum and march with zest.
Pisces bear any news without shock or unrest.
“Hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” —Silent One
Scents of jasmine overwhelm boldly
along the granite trail made from ebony buds.
Under Jupiter June’s skyline orbits an alignment
enhancing deeper blue tones on earth’s surface.
Infinite rows of resplendently scented
purple petals grace the image I am told.
Transported by it, my assignment.
Luscious lavender suffuses the soul
with its zest, doing what lavender does.
Tuning into the mind’s emotional unrest,
Slows and unwinds taming the tempest.
Tales abound of an endless Gemini Garden
found near a fairy chimney~a limestone cave carved out
by water encompassed by blooms of deep purple flora.
Byzantium blues and violet berries from the Juniper trees,
I am crushing on it, but musing on never
laying eyes upon such an elysian presence.
Into the distance I trek, rushing each eager step.
I shall explore the garden I’ve come to adore
and its inhabitants, decedents of Pollux and Castor.
From the aurora realms ascends the Queenfisher
of the bluebird bloodline, her plumes of black lace glide wild.
Lily of the valley plays with her daughter Hope.
Lilac, one of the heavenly twins will soon come along.
Hope ignites the sphere with a sunshine smile
Flutters her wings, those of an Indigo child.
Serenely she sings a birdsong's ballad.
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun.” - Silent One
Artistry thrives in Gemini Garden.
Gentle geraniums enjoy their
siestas in the shade as shy
pansies peek out at me from
a spot where radiant
roses and lovely
lilies delight
me with sweet
wafting
scents.
I
peer more
closely and
discover each
pretty petal is
fragile or slightly frayed.
Some have even wilted, yet
whispering poems in the wind,
they stand together under the sun.
Though flawed, they are imperfection’s beauty.
“birds care not for whom they sing” Quote by: Silent One
The Gemini garden is in full bloom
Looking glorious in the month of June
The sound of silence, apart from birdsong
Is magic to whom the garden belongs.
Birds sing intermittently all day long
It’s their language spoken in tweet-along
Their tunes are music to us humans too
Do they know that? one would hope that they do.
Rose and honeysuckle, jewels of June
In a vase boom ambience of a room
Lily of the valley and lavender
In Gemini gardens add their lustre.
Roses, being the symbol of romance
Grace the air with their alluring fragrance
Honeysuckle too are a gift God-sent
As are all flowers, wafting heaven scent.
At the close of day when moon and stars glow
Nature puts on a magnificent show
Stupendous delights in silence of night
In Gemini gardens, peace does ignite.
(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by
You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's
June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"
Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)
Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION
“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds”
- Silent One
In darkness, I dreamt in color,
with eyelids fluttering like butterflies.
I’d thought I’d see sunlight,
before I fell into a trance, but hope
tickled the air and the sandman was there,
not to torture but to divine adventure.
“Purple petals and ebony buds,” like pollen
sticks to the fluttering wings of butterflies.
In cruising altitude, felicity is decked out.
The garden site’s lit up with fairy lights.
Trellis rose blooms, suave in velvet,
like a smartly dressed groom in a new tuxedo.
I float, in my restful state, as a bright butterfly,
better than ever, testing my titillated wings.
In darkness, I dreamt in color.
In sunlight, I awaken to the tease
of a truant dream, a rose plucked
and tenderly tickles my cheek and neck;
silent is the touch of a purple leafwing.
Gemini met Cancer on a summer day
She quite frankly took his breath away
He thought things were done in male or pink
She showed him another way to think
She gave him a wink and came right over
It amazed him this Cancer named Tom C. Clover
Her name was Cass and she was full of sass.
Her charisma knocked him off his a……
He had always paid his bills on time, this Norse.
She thought it funny and quite stilly of course.
She taught him all kinds of different ways to think.
She showed him that not all women stay in pink.
He was thrown off his feed and immediately smitten.
She moved in with him, and brought her Siamese kitten.
His family could not believe how impulsive this was for him.
He had never done things this fast, not on a whim.
Cassie turned his life thoroughly upside down.
He realized he could never live again without her around.
He planned the wedding because she was too busy to do it.
She skipped down the aisle and laughed all the way through it.
Their union has lasted nigh onto sixty years.
His relatives died off, which annihilated their fears.
They have sixteen grandchildren and a great grand or two.
They have had a fabulous life, not a day that was blue.
All my friends say they can not abide
these two people I have deep inside
Let the first one insist,
feel the other resist
while I wait for their war to subside.