Best Lovemorning Poems
Every morning I wanna wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.
Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.
I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well
apon the sleave.
She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just off
the coast.
In hand brings more comfort than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.
Every morning just befor light chases
night away.
I sit and curse the reason I could no longer
stay.
Empty as the lost who's life
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing
the other half of your heart.
YES !
Written in my palms
Within the plasma tempest of my cellular flow
Courses in the pulmonary oxygen
The direction linear fate
Souls writing indicates
Always through pass of time
Reverberates
My breathing in
Links my hands
Physical over mental
Pours consistent
Suffused empire shudders
Tangible still earthquakes
On a single point
Of longing
Yearning
It filters me
Through the hours
Designs my wishes
Sleeping naked
In a diaphragms rising
Lake of want
Each morning in helpless moans
At this state
The continent
The ocean
Of my empty arms
Emptying this need in me
Fills me more
Than any love
I have ever
Known
Re-born
I hanker in swelling desire
Even lust exhales
Its animal fire
And swims in the sails
Expressive
Storm wracked and howling
As I sit motionless
In this envelope
Of aching final
Suspended
In what it means
To be
To me
Completely
Powered by an undeniable
The force surge
Inscribes
Etches
Ensnares
And capitulates
To recognition
Without resistance
Builds a formulation of my destiny
Written in my palms
Within the plasma tempest
Of my cellular flow
The thunderclap
Resounds from above
YES !
I am in love
( And I weep
And I laugh
Each morning in helpless moans
At this state
The continent
The ocean
Of my empty arms )
Ripples
A sudden chime reiterates
She touches the world
A fingertip
And ripples sent
Resolves
Inward
Feed back
Distant
Hits resounding light
Fluent curls
She signals
Waves repeating
Sent ripples
Outward
Washing through
Eternal
A holding breath for a moment
Landscaping emotions
Swell
As she dips
Down upon the re-entry
Calling ripples sent
On waking
Reappearing
Gathers the hems and skirts of beauty
Reminding
The day turns
Me on a pendulum swing
She senses me
Ever to her
Ripples sending
Returning
And every morning I stand and wait
Looking over the edge
Out over a precipice
Waiting
While the cool morning winds are warming
I hang in a moment
She touches the world
Rippling
To one who’s name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress
Each and every flower, you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth of your undress
You move your morning breezes into the darkness of my night
Until I no longer know the season or present year
Time is of no essence within my sight
Of warmth or cold, I have no fear
To one who’s name is written on every single line of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape in a world apart
Marked on a calendar of none
The cares of life, waft into silent pieces as they come to light
When your morning breeze moves upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares of ours
To one who’s name is written in my eyes as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink flowing from our sun
My landscape will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, I will never run
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
She remembered when they first met,
he promised her anything,
and she lay in his arms cradling the golden moon
he had plucked out of the sky and placed at her feet,
and when she asked for a necklace of stars, he had
picked the finest ones out of the milky way and hung
them around her neck, and when they awoke she had
begged him for ribbons for her hair, he reached
into the morning sunrise and selected the finest
mauves and pinks and she had laughed and tied
them into her curls for him to see..
And together they had lain on the grassy cliff watching
the symphony of the morning sun as it pulled itself
out of satin sheets and got ready for another day,
and she turned her head away from the sun and
fell into a deep sleep with her head on his chest,
and she dreamed of milk white ponies with silver
bridles galloping across the clouds, and she thought
of how much she had loved him and how she would
never stop loving him..
But when she awoke, the sun was hot and when she
turned over in the grass, he was no longer there,
and the moon was back in the sky, pale and far away,
the stars at her throat were gone, and reaching for
her hair, she wore none of the ribbons he had given her,
and when she called out his name over and over, the
words crumbled to dust at her feet, and were swept
away in the morning wind.
You, unforgettable lass
Wined and dined by champion stuff
Chose me singlehandedly
Disdaining emblem, lance and ruff
I turned out to be minstrel though
Luckless wayward troubadour
Flitting past from post to post
Stringing harps and often poor
Lamented bald and ribald all,
‘That epitome of womankind
Should languish in the arms of such
Fool, who’s always left behind’
Stunned, however, I remain
When each morning brings to me
Still today at sixty plus
Like morning dew your loving glee
.............................They looked.
She saw him, He saw her,
In the morning light of the early Summer.
And when their sights interlocked, was when they could barely walk.
For their youth was just new, as the morning dew, that soaked their hands
and feet. Crawl turned to run, when their youth was barely due. As the meadows
rang and the crickets sang, when the sun began to set, Their abbey of golden grass did
wake. Together they reigned, in the shining cloak, of their arcane kingdom's vein. His
hand in Her hand, they pranced and ran, in the dyed riches of the August sun. As
the time came, when day was lame, and night was out to walk, they said their
byes, and lullabyes, and went to sleep again. Years go by, their dreams
come to pass, of their sun-soaked realm and streams. He grows tall,
kind and serene, like a King is meant to be. With eyes that spark
and a loving heart, He seeks,"The One for me". She grows with
grace, as her stepping pace, is that of an angel's gleam.
Her golden hair, glowing eyes, skin of softest creme,
reflects within her every step, like in their earliest
dream; Her smile could bring to the knees
about anything that breathes, including
a childhood King. So He brings her
to the meadow, where their
friendship first entwined.
And asked Her to
be His Queen,
of another
kind.
I wake up in the morning to find myself alone again.
Only me an empty hallway and the ghost of you.
Old memories fly throught the room,filling the air with a strange sense of company.
Trying to forget i run throught your escence getting to the same starting pint.
Where i once thought happyness was.
I wake up again in the morning of my life.
still alone.
but never lonely again.
JUAN ONATE.
Like an early morning sunrise that speaks to your inner self which finally awakens you on
this day! With a kiss that moves the earth beneath you. The day I let go all insecurities
and fears,yes things will go my way. As I can be with you, just to be still, as our
heartbeats converse which each other. Knowing that's God's will, that we are together.
Waking up every morning to your joy and grace. Is like me being in another world, time and
space.As I shout to the world far and near. It's you I'm going to grow old with and be near!
Form:
To my sweet angel
To say good morning to you
I have called the sun from the sky
To give bliss to your mind
I have called the heaven from His land
Say good morning to me
To keep this day as my day
Keep smile in your face
To make my life meaningful
Say something to me
To write a lot in my epics
Grow my dear as a full moon of the sky
To fix you as a gem with His blessings in life
Like a dove calling
I coo for you my lost partner
I send my words with the wind.........
Hoping they shall fall on your ears.
I sit in the highest of branches
My eyes search the landscapes for you.
Everyday since you went away
I rise with the morning sun
To sing my lonely melody.
Tree upon tree I travel the distances
Trusting I am getting closer to you
My ears listen to the wind to answer.
I sing in the rain
I sing in the sunshine
Upon the trees and on the ground.
I fly to the heights
To the distances too
I sing in search of you.
You see not my tears
You will hear them in my calling
In my pitch and tone
I cry to find you.
Listen to the wind
Hear my plea.
Like yesterday
The sun is falling again
In my solitude to my nest I retire.
The morning shall come again
When I will sing again
Singing in call of you.
Form:
I drink my morning latte
you're drinking chocolate milk
I'm eating a french pastry
you're eating, I don't know what
I'm reading the New York Times
you're reading a comic book
I clear the morning table
while you stretch and yawn
let's go back to bed
you say with one of those looks
I read you loud and clear
and follow you from the room
it's this part of our love
where everything is right
you're a keeper baby
and I am here for good
If all we see....
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Is vapors of fading empties
Intangible sights, of which the soul
Can never truly hold?....
Bricks of mortar bound buildings
And endless faces, passing by within the crowds
As quickly as the light from our days
They seem to all fade away
Left standing in the solitude
Of our own searching eyes....
Into the reflections of ones soul
The purpose and the meaning, for it all?
As we gaze into the sunset
That shall someday surely arrive....
What marks have we made?
What treasures have we found?
Is it enough within the end
As we face our final breathes
And to our lives, we take our final bow?
Knowing, that the best we could have hoped for
Was always shrouded, by the prevailing clouds
Of grey, and darkened skies
That have always surrounded our lives....
And then we sigh
As we try to touch, the untouchable light
Amid a life that has passed so quickly
Within the dust, which had paved its path
Is this all that there is?
These shimmering moments, of joy and hope
Awakening from a dream; like a flower
That withers beneath the scorching sun
All that we knew; and all that we loved....
For without hope, there is no tomorrow
So what was this life, truly all about?
Could all of its gold and pleasures
Could they have been worth it in the end?
If not, then why chase and pursue
These unquenchably fading ghosts
If, within the morning of our lives
We shall suddenly awaken
Unto our forever eternal graves....
No, there must be more
Than what we hold touch or see
Less truly, we be most miserable
Within the lights dying
The death of our soul~
Although, I have seen Heaven....
And I have embraced, 'The Morning Star!'
Shall I not wish for all
This eternity that I have beheld?
That they may see beyond this moment
As bittersweet, at its best
That it truly is....
And to dream of holding ones loved ones
Within their arms, always, and forevermore
Bricks of mortar bound buildings, no
But an eternity within paradise....
Where their love, and all love, shall never end!
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The Promise!
{John 14}
Form:
What a perfect morning of love.
God's bright Son was shining above.
The flowers all displayed their beauty.
Which was their only wonderful duty.
Their aroma perfumed all the air.
And their fragrances were very rare.
The birds were singing their song.
This wonderful morning nothing was wrong.
The ocean waves put off a lovely mist.
It was as though by the very angels you were kissed.
Anything that was done this morning fair.
Was done with God's love, help and care.
Written for Francine Roberts "Good Morning" contest
Each day awake
With a soaring heart
I face the earth anew
Baptized by nightly dew
And morning rain
I spring fresh fountains of love
Like a seed
In a sweet fruit -
I carry tree, flowers
And more of me in fruits
Of forgiving heart and compassion
And yet some still bite
With every bitterness of spite
And gnaw the taste of this pure thing
With venomed malice in their sting
These hatched in foul nights
Tells nothing restricts the festering of hate
It does not matter that I am innocent
There is always some whose life is incomplete
Without a regimen of wrath.
What stupidity will ask
In the hollow wisdom of pride
The cause for human bitterness
The origin of discontentment
Or makes a of logic a cause
Perennial ... that man does not act
Without external reason
I repudiate that fact
As a virtual construction of conceit
For hate exist
And will persist without a cause
Except the iniquity of the human heart
But each morning I bloom afresh
The gospel of Christ own righteousness.
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