Best Promises Poems
Close your eyes
inhale roses-
love-glazed steam
of insatiable thirst;
place your thoughts
upon my heart,
feel my
voice s w i r l i n g
in sync with
periwinkle promises
whilst devouring
unfurled petals
facing ebony skies,
tenderly sketching
silhouettes with
vanilla drops;
for you and I,
we are interwoven
souls through
cosmic t r a n c e…
forevermore.
Tonight when dusk
transcends the
darkest twilight,
I’ll allow these
thoughts to
d r i f t into a magical
meadow where
butterflies b o u n c e
from wavy blades,
reflecting our love
in unspoken shades.
I’ll wait for you,
to relearn what
it means to be
the flesh and
bone of summer…
as this longing
c a s c a d e s
in
sherbet hued
cherry blossoms.
And if
the moon
refuses
to rise,
I’ll sketch your
pearlescent smile
across g r e y i n g
spheres, like the
first
glimpse
of
morning crescent;
unveiling verses-
s p i r a l i n g as mystical
milky-ways within…
emanating candy
coated cologne..
So find me
between
flickering afterglows,
l i s t e n to the
whispering willows,
seek shelter beneath
autumnal rainbows,
amidst m o v i n g seasons,
for two hearts
that beat the same,
would always find
their rhythm amidst
many seas
ruffling with ripples
of aching dreams,
between them~
although virtual
hugs are all we have
to keep our
f r e e z i n g
souls of summer
warm and in sync.
Along the feathered edge, a red sun-sets
To bind the evening in dreams eyes explore
Two hearts will greet, till' paradise begets
Love leaves impressions as waves swirl to shore
These caps of white will churn warmly the sand
The world will pass, the change of light is missed
Lonely eyes search for their yearning dreamland
When lips taste fire in a hungry kiss
As night arrives to shelter silhouettes
Soft is the sea to these two souls afar
In a twilight's pulse when the tide resets
And hands hold tight to await the Daystar
The fate of these lovers sealed in evermore
Tomorrow's memory from the seashore
9/3/18
In the valley
of violin vines,
when the saffron sun ascends,
and crooning clouds
drift in mulberry cadence,
I let my quivering quill harmonize
mystical moonbeams
splattered across
hushed horizons~
with sparkling strings
of stardust,
as ink paints a
panorama of primrose promises,
from spring scented
sonatas scattered
in symphonic hues
of sangria syllables,
thawing
frost-clutched fauna,
while butterflies flutter
amongst floating florals,
depicting whispers
of my hyacinth heartbeat.
But something about
the way sakura
blossoms fall like rain,
traces picturesque
lines of my
lyrical confessions,
composed like
a chromatic chorus,
that savors
kismet kisses,
of a love woven
with
twinkling
tendrils in
tangerine twilight,
and when you
return like
pirouetting jasmines,
I feel the
ambrosial aura
of Persephone
emerge from
the darkest
caves of Hades,
bringing back
empyrean euphoria,
and here I let
nature unfurl
a choir of
singing sunflowers
and waltzing wisterias,
performing
classical serenades,
amidst trumpet trees
sprouting ivory petals,
in dulcet idioms,
veiling toxic tales.
But today,
as rays of gold
adorn my skyline,
I think of tender truth
transcribed in
theatrical tunes,
like
zenith of zealous zephyr
eternally rippling
blue rose breeze
across Monet’s
balmy meadow.
He pours out a world
Fresh colors and blazing suns
Emerald landscapes
Seas of blue and green
All of God’s promises drift
Across my mind’s eye
Bite Size Poetry Contest 5
Wishing Well by Juke55 @ Deviant Art
I circle from pale to shade,
countless steps
around the abandoned well.
Wasted wishes rest
in dried-up depths,
we perish
in its hollows.
Promises break
but wishes will wait
to be retrieved,
granted,
cherished.
When you were the promise,
you washed over me,
permeating sacred spaces,
shrouding my soul.
I searched your changing face
for symmetry and solvency,
longing for stability.
In wrung-out wrappings,
I chilled in your deception
as I clung to the warmth
of our inception.
I trusted you.
It was easy.
You promised. I believed.
I wished the same wish everyday
that love would last.
Now, I reel in my resistance to love,
an outcast of wreckage from your ravine.
Will I ever love again?
I want to reach in to divulge a deluge
of brokenness and betrayal.
I retrace your words between
the yesterdays.
They start as whispers
then wail in echoes
off impervious walls.
Each sanguine syllable a lie,
projecting sound into a chasm of darkness.
From the depths of the wishing well,
vows reverberate from my own lips,
gently rumbling then rousing
feelings of love turned to loneliness.
If one drop of water remains
to reflect only one recollected wish,
I may find my own eyes
not yours looking back,
and in the end,
I may learn to forgive.
Maybe I will love again.
written 6/2/20 for Silent One's
Promise Contest
Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely
Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely
Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands
Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands
Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering
Her features delicate, her hair etched in his mind flowing, shimmering
An energy is sensed as sand and water caress through his fingers
Behold if only Aphrodite answers his prayer, he pauses and lingers
Recollection clears a birth, breath of life be given this inanimate object
A saintly face faintly appears, he’s fallen in love with his imminent project
Sculpting feminine curves slowly surfacing, an hourglass figure shaped
An alluring amazon controls his very soul, an apotheosis angel draped
Belief in a statue which comes to life, vehemently pangs the phenomenon
Alas the last touches fini, fervently he unveils his seaside Pygmalion
And without further ado, emerging from the ivory sand, he prizes
An obsession his idée fixe at the edge of the pier, a sand goddess arises
“Promises in September's magic”
“promesse nella magia di settembre”
Sweet September arrives again,
hearing the celestial melody and
symphony of a nocturnal wind
calling your name, beneath a
shimmering rain of stardust, my Venus.
I picture your rare beautiful soul
gazing at the glowing moon,
searching for mine in the firmament,
closing your eyes in abandon,
to the soft touch of the breeze,
my korean princess.
Enveloped in your rhapsodic cadence,
I can hear autumn's footsteps,
emerging from its seclusion,
kinetically flickering amidst mahogany foliage
rustling in remnants of summer musings,
as I wear a crown of marigolds,
graciously framing the aspen
contours of my enigmatic aura.
Let the autumn winds dance through
your hair beneath our tangerine sunset,
walking along the boulevard of our
diamond dreams, hand in hand,
reaching serenity in promises of
tomorrows and whispers of love,
my Aphrodite.
There is magic in the autumn air,
merging our sapphire emotions in depth,
with your divine essence, like the
lifeblood that wraps me in an
elysian bliss of our vows, to be
the cure and light for each other,
crossing over storms, adversities and
darkness, my marvelous creature.
I patiently wait for dawn,
hearing your heartbeat with mine,
playing our love song, amidst your
enchanting, breathtaking smile,
gazing into my eyes, as I
get lost in your beauty, for you
are the first marvel in this world,
my blue rose.
I wish I could float with the clouds,
beyond silken horizons,
gliding towards your
euphoric essentia, pondering;
what hides deep in the shadows?
Stumbling upon vast constellations,
discovering your mesmeric aphrodisia,
binding my heart and soul to yours,
breathing in our burgeoning love story.
promises blooming like flowers in unfertile soil ~are seeds that can't take root
He
nourished
my soul with
his promises,
and like a rosebud,
I thirsted for the rain
of beautiful vows that fell
from luscious lips I loved to kiss.
His very presence lit up my world,
and for a while, I thrived in his garden.
Suddenly the sunshine sustaining me
became endless days of dreary gray.
I’m wilting here now, knowing that
nothing he’d told me was true.
A bee, he sweetly sees
new blooms as I die,
petals plucked. He
loves me; he
loves me
not.
I dared to chase that elusive butterfly
of love until he landed in my heart.
Caught up in wondrous fascination,
I placed my trust on its fragile wings
but they crumbled all around me
in broken promises lying on the ground.
I was betrayed by my heartless butterfly,
used like a pawn in a cruel lover's game.
He promised to love me for all eternity,
a promise broken in each word he'd spoken.
His romantic letters were works of fiction,
camouflaged behind the guise of truth.
In sorrow's hands I laid my aching heart.
Wounded by deceit, it had tumbled
into a deep abyss of sorrow and despair.
Like raindrops running down a window pane,
my tears flowed into a sea of solitude
where I shall linger in darkness until I drown.
Forsaken heart of mine, you will perish thus,
staring at a sunset, alone on a barren shore.
Have you lost all hope since love has flown?
I will carve your epitaph in grains of sand
with my trembling hand before darkness falls
and waves of broken promises carry you to sea.
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June 30, 2017
Broken promises
being made most of the time
honesty no more
I am dreaming of you tonight,
though we may never meet
but if we do, you will know me
by my hyacinth shoes.
You will remember me in the pale blooms
that float on
billabongs or ponds
I will take you along dusty streets
an outback town, where currawongs
call at dusk from scraggly gums,
branches rocking in the wind
I will whisper secrets
of morning glory vines along a back fence-
of the surprise that Spring's
first snowdrop brings
it’s green petals
dotted and lined with delicate green.
Your sorrow will never be the color of them
your joy only as high
as the elation they bring
I will teach you to sing by slow caresses,
my hair on your skin
to dance with soft words that waltz
over a carpets of leaves
No-one will know the small cues - each tiny gesture
that will guide us
into life’s un-knowable purpose.
Suzanne Delaney
Promises, Promises...boldy broken
I spite these words when hastily spoken
The act pledged is almost never the issue
it's the scanning of priorties...somehow they missed you!!
You would never have held breath and waited
But the promiser spoke, declaritively stated...
"I will..." "We'll Go...." "Real soon..." "I promise..."
You'd have no reason not to take them at honest...
From as far back as I can remember
every promise I heard was "return to sender"
The phone would ring, my heart would sing
voice on the other end says...."forget the whole thing"
No fishing trips, campouts, or cookouts...look out!
Every time my hopes were up, then hooked out...
I died each time they let me down
when they picked me up, then set me down
when I had to kick start the merry-go-round
sat in an unpushed swing at the play ground...
So thinking back, I know it's why
I see a broken promise like a boldface lie
I hate nothing more than when words are hollow
when an oral oath lacks the action to follow
Trust breaks down when mouths, they run
Hold your tongue then no harm is done!!
Inspired by Michael's "What gets your Goat" contest!!
24 PROMISES
Waking up in the arms of fire.
Ashes all around, burning picture frame.
I see nothing, the night is dark as can be.
I look up and see my father crying over me.
At this moment, I'm confused.
"AM I DREAMING!"
"AM I!"
I feel and see the tears falling from his eyes.
Without hearing him talk,
I PANIC ~
~At this moment. I feel my whole world collide~
Trying to talk, he whispers words,
Saying, "It's your mother!"
He mutters, them words I don't want to hear.
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
My heart drops onto the floor.
One long drop, I can feel everything in me wake up.
My blood is rushing, my bones can't stand still.
These tears, falling from my dad are real.
*I'm not dreaming* ANYMORE!
Without caring to put my shoes on,
I rush into my car and make it to mother's house.
The hours began to drag.
I got to see her lifeless body on the floor,
The paramedics setting her onto a gurney.
I jump on the ambulance,
Yelling at my mother to wake up.
"WAKE UP!"
"WAKE UP!"
She can't hear me,, cause I'm crying.
At this moment, every minute felt like an hour.
**I actually felt eternity, just by holding her hand.**
Arriving at the hospital.
I try to pull myself together.
Now her body is attached to life support.
I'm thinking she will pull through.
She always pulls through.
I closed my eyes, and told God,
I know I don't believe in miracles, nor will I ask for one,
Don't take her today or in that way.
Let her go on her own.
My eyes were close so tight,
God allowed a vision in my mind.
"My mother waiting for me on the other side"
I refused to let them remove her off LIFE SUPPORT.
Leaning over her lifeless body.
I whispered one thing into her ear,
I told her, my son's birthday near.
I told her you never were there for me,
Stay for his birthday, then set yourself free.
Hours, and hours past, she made it the first day.
Another 24 hours past, she stuck around another day.
Another 24 hours past, now it's my son's birthday.
Not another hour past, she decided to go her way.
She left without saying Goodbye...
I cried,
Ever since that day, something inside died.
by;p.d.
You time my heart
Day and night
you see my innocent heart
Night and day
you think of me
Day and night
You fill my heart
Day by day
With empty promises
You fake a smile
At night fall
When I need you the most
You fill my heart
with empty promises
I thought I was wise
Days will make me wise
you lofty empty promises
Haunt my soul not
from that lips of you
I thought you were an angel
But it was just a dream
You left at the crack of dawn
Filled my bed with empty promises
Time wont pass me by
Leave me and I will be free
Your heart owes me nothing
But just empty promises
Go in peace and love
I need to have an everlasting promise
you empty promise
I send you away
Send you away in light
my soul is free
The freedom I deserve
Go in peace and love