Best Lana Poems
Form: Tanka
Passion for what still exists
Phonon of ones fists
Durance of eclectic hours
Fire on the hell gone towers
Phenomenon is.
Formality for passion
Lacks it's existence
For it's agnostic purpose
Keeps as moving in a sense
keeps as running fast.
Now we are talking about a synthesis
Signifying why all the resulting heat
Actually its how we make sense to all this
Not talking about the fire they burned at feet
For his true imminence does no wickedness
His light shines complete while darkness retreats
What will 's shall be, always will this be
That is the nature of existence
a chemical reaction insistence
“Bel Air” ~ Lana Del Rey
Ashen stoic gargoyles sit amongst the gates
The sunlight shines through heaven's doors.
I'm impatient and apollos chariot awaits.
You'll be my golden wings as I soar
up into divinity engulfed by light and sights
of Bel Air. Roses and Palm trees wrap around
me as im waiting to greet you, come to me at night.
I'm resurrected ready to follow as you lead me to be found
I cry, you laugh and I take your hand as we descend right
into Paradise. The trials of men do not live up and
compare with the divinity of your soft philosophy
I wait for you at the holy land
knowing that our love is an anomaly
I hope this letter doesn't end up being just another fan mail that goes unread
I hope it finds its way to you before the sunset
I hope you understand why I wrote it. I hope the purpose becomes clear
I hope when you read it. You'll find every word sincere
I could tell you that you are my favorite, but I don't want this to be a fan talking to a star
I want it to be a conversation between two human beings, but it's hard
not to tell you that your voice takes me to another place
or that every album leaves me amazed
I'd like to talk to you in person, maybe one day we could have coffee, or is that too optimistic?
My friends laugh at me cause I'm not realistic
but I'll send you this letter. Cross my fingers, and pray
That words could turn to birds, and birds would send my thoughts your way
Or maybe my fans can share this until it finds its way to your hands
Then maybe we can meet and make plans
This was originally a four lines poem, but I decided to get deep
I hope this is something you'll remember forever even if we don't meet
I used to listen to Lana
Sit on my bistro table
Furnished apartment.
The drunken couple screaming next door
At themselves
At each other
Before he died of a heart attack
I’ve travelled far from that table.
Beautiful kitchen
Lumpy couch
Lonely mirrors
Lonely sheets
Forgot my Christmas tree in the cabinet but took everything else.
The widow next door had to leave because she couldn’t pay the rent anymore
So we were both gone
And the apartments moved on and never will remember us.
The place where I spent the loneliest nights of my life.
Blackness
Glasses of wine
Chilly chilly California mountain freeze.
I would imagine your motorcycle pulling up
Oliver barking
But prayed so hard you didn’t come.
Have I ever truly moved on from these feelings?
These flashbacks feel as if they happened just a moment ago.
You looking at my eyes but past them
You in the hospital, broken cheek bone
Freezing, rubbing my hands by the space heater crying, just crying
Thawing out steak
Cooking beans because we had no money
The smell of the first apartment- stale and beachy- with the air mattress across the door
The time it snowed and I got sushi and ate it in my bed and watched movies in Spanish
When we rode the bike to the outlets in Palm Springs and I didn’t care
If we died,
The waves kissed the shore
again and again and again
the waves kissed the shore
every second or so
to remind her
how much
she is loved.
-petulance poetry