Best Secret Poems
*Secreto de Medianoche*
~On this very Night~
I found myself in a
FANTASY
Camouflage in lace,
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air - Arouse
every sexual intention inside
Without a care,
I'm lost in the moment,
Every feeling at this point,
feels erotically insane,
In a seductive way--
the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight - into the night.
(Like the wind)
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight
Circles in motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
Embracing the Secrets Inside
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips -
Satisfaction complete!
Back into the realm of dreams.
~Tonight~
:)
The Secret of the Mortician
Dead, but I got eyes
Prepares my body at the morgue
Opens the chest
Drains the blood from its nudity
Admires my body before it decays
After The process of embalming
His hands run all over
I'm still dead
He's satisfied
The next day
Writes an outstanding obituary
I sit on display
~SKAT~
A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh
I may seem too nice and mild, though
The moon knows my true name
In lust I ascend to claim my prey
Goblins to gobble, dragons to slay
New blood to tempt my game
I brand the highest spruce with my mark
I am as white as the night is dark
Silent, floating prowl
As encroaching dawn takes starlight's place
Revealed beneath my human face
Soul of snowy owl.
1/8/19
Feel the fever of soul’s fire,
the flame of thirsting warmth,
soaked in sins and silence ~
like petals parched for passion;
the rain that mourns softly
without the voice of thunder,
yet every phrase I frame
sounds like sonnets stitched from
sparks of sinister stars,
studded into the spirit of splitting skies…
So forgive my toxic truth,
vines of violence, venomous vapors
flowing through vain veins
like sensuous scents,
awaiting the kiss of a Gemini sacrifice.
O gardener of dreams, storm-keeper,
in your eyes there sprouts hope ~
paradise pressed in patience,
while I, the devious dahlia,
forgot how to trace suppressed highs,
homing sighs of an obsidian rose…
I still long for your reveries
to deflower and devour
the delicacy of incense,
blooming and breathing
in secret beneath skirts of sepals;
you hold the divine strings,
musing in the melodious garden
of my touch-starved heart,
wishing your skin
would undress this want,
fingertips tapping tulip tempests…
Tonight ink keeps quivering
like a cherry blossom
on a wounded branch,
unclothing scars and metaphors
I weave to articulate an aching armor,
preserving the poison within…
For every throb and echo of arteries
could steal the heat of the moon,
scribbling a simple saga
on the calmness of your palm…
And if, to unlock this darkness,
love must forsake all peace,
if, to claim your light,
pulse must please the pigments
running through lethal lines,
I will not ask you
to bleed or burn for me;
I’ll surrender to solitude ~
quenched in quiescence
in the fields of the forgotten,
evermore, a love-sick letter unsent…
The Secret
Somewhere someplace not far away a couple lied together.
No talk about the future no talk about forever.
They had lovers of their own their lovers were not there.
It's best if kept a secret the love that they would share.
Lost in loves great passion covered in each others sweat.
They're going to have a baby but they don't know it yet.
In nine months the baby born a secret softly cries.
So much still for him to learn of life conceived in lies.
Often he just played alone it seemed it was his way.
Then one day the secret was sent outside to play.
He grew strong like others did he gave it all his best.
Without one clue he never knew the truth beat in his chest.
Overwhelmed again and again the sadness he can't shake.
The devil whispered in his ear “You are a mistake”.
Still he tried through tears he cried to somehow rise above.
Getting lost time and again in his search for love.
When the walls came crashing down his whole world fell apart.
Welcome to the world of secrets and to your broken heart.
Shattered like a piece of glass his dreams fell to the ground.
Somewhere up near heaven even angels heard the sound.
Tears poured from his heart and soul through both day and night.
Searching for some healing in words that he would write.
Broken in so many ways all he meant for good.
Forever somehow secret where some misunderstood.
Now he walks in shadows seeking shelter from the rain.
Don't you dare look in his eyes you'll get lost inside his pain.
Like the secret long ago he spends his time alone.
It seems being by himself is now his comfort zone.
Asking nothing from no one wanting only just to give.
The only dream he still dreams is live and just let live.
A million miles on his heart and tears that he still cries.
So it is for secrets and those conceived in lies.
Edwin C Hofert
I've been wondering about our secret selves...
The vegetarian smoker
The introverted joker
The soldier with the peace sign
The anonymous byline
The accountant with unfinished sums
The deaf musician's steel drums
The blue collar millionaires
The conservative who dares
The scientist who prays
The vagabond who stays
The man who kneels to take a stand
The female poet who's a football fan
We are all more than we seem...
12/26/18
Submitted to 'Honourable Mentions Worth Mentioning' contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
(I like playing with the idea of secret identities, which started me thinking of how everyone is both Clark Kent and Superman, we all have a face we show and a face more private and unseen-)
As last surviving acorn,
I hang about all day.
My skin is smooth and swarthy
Beneath a chic beret.
Horse chestnuts call me puny
But I don’t really care
For Mother shared a secret
Of which they’re unaware.
She said ‘Son just be patient
And hold your head up high
For one day you’ll have branches
That reach up to the sky.
The birds will serenade you
Throughout your lifelong days
And you’ll provide a shelter
For squirrels in their dreys.
Though wintry winds may batter,
We oaks will stand our ground
And one day, little acorn
Your splendour will astound.’
So now if others mock me
And label me a joke,
I chuckle, knowing some day
I’ll be that mighty oak.
18.04.20
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest -sponsored by John Lawless
With sparkling stars of gold
Make a wish, maybe it will change your destiny
The universe is enormously, find your own shiny amulet
Take a deep breath,
and never forget how blessed you are
Everything has a meaning
The stars shine for the whole world
You and me ~ rich and poor
In war and peace ~ with love and grace
Did you know ~ ... an adorable little secret;
The moon kiss each star goodnight
10.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The Secret Garden
Deep from the seeds of love planted long ago
a secret garden we’ve grown
but left alone the key
buried in you heart
no longer opens the door.
(0:36)
Apart we’ll live in dreams, drifting forever
within the garden I’ll be,
but release the flowers
that they may bloom again
that the garden may sing again.
(1:07)
Open the door and let the music flow
open the door to the hills and the moors
open the door let the children’s laughter
ripple through the heather
and heal your aching heart.
(1:38)
And if you no longer
hear my heart calling yours
know still I never stand alone
for here a part of you
has forever become a part of me
that sows your love.
(2:10)
Open the door and let the music flow
open the door to the hills and the moors
open the door let the children’s laughter
ripple through the heather
and heal your aching heart.
And if you no longer
hear my heart calling yours
know still I never stand alone
for here a part of you
has forever become a part of me
that grows alone
part of me that grows alone.
L ~ is for the life we share on planet earth
O ~ is for the natural wonders of our universe
V ~ is for the voyage taken beyond the stars
E ~ is for the eternal fire within our hearts
If I had a clone
I surely would be
exuberant
flamboyant and fancyfree
I would sing and dance
for the whole world to see
aboard every single cruiseship
on every sea
I would follow the sun
and chase the moon
but most assuredly
I would clone myself
again and again
to pursue each dream
that I hold dear to me
I would time travel
to study under
Michelangelo
I would be a contemporary
and groupie of Shakespeare
I would walk for miles
in the footsteps of Ghandi
I would sit on the mountainside
with thousands to listen to Jesus
and partake of fish and bread
I would fly to the moon with Chris Hadfield
and make his coffee while he texts from space
I would sit with Buddha under the bohdi tree
and travel to Atlantis to see
what the fuss is all about
Surely though if I had a secret life
I’d still come home each night to you
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on January 5, 2019 for contest IF I HAD A SECRET LIFE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
This fortress is overgrown with moss,
guarded from storms of selfishness,
when the waltz with winter left behind
a mausoleum covered in frozen dahlia dust.
Fading with scents of summer Jasmine,
peaches rot in a forgotten orchard,
where ivy strangles statues of past lovers,
whose infatuation drifted with nemesis clouds.
But, beyond the barricade
with every butterfly beat,
there is a sigh craving for comfort from
lips that will surrender this solitude.
My soul searches for Rumi's field of fairness,
where 'forever' is not just a gesture and
honesty is not hidden behind metaphors.
Yet, I wonder if love is a beautiful phenomenon
that will endlessly evade my grasp.
In this giddiness, I ponder
why romance is an abused cliché,
so should I gift my garden to another,
when petals I plant only perish?
Maybe, I am not worthy,
maybe, I seek for it in starry eyed fantasies,
where all bonds are evergreen -
but in reality most are moulded artificially
Confined inside the sanctuary of this heart,
behind a stubborn shield,
there is a love story where roses flourish,
alongside honeysuckle, untouched.
Knock to enter if you desire to cultivate,
not conquer through self-centred crusades.
Compose a chorus of internal birdsongs,
to revive extinct flowers. blossoming in my
oasis of kisses, only seen in your dreams.
A simple Sunday Musing. An example for the contest I am currently running.
17 May 2026
Much is said about the Bow
God has put into the sky
the beauty of it's colours
that vainly posses the eyes
The curls of waves
that reach the shore
at times the making of hills
That men do often tame
and ride for fame and thrills
The taste of fruit
made by plants
That women gather for food
Covered by skin protecting within
the sweetness that we use
The perfume of the roses
reach the hearts
of those to whom they propose
The songs we sing
like bells ring that
call to one and all
The prayers we pray
each and everyday
produces all this and more
All the senses that God gave us
with which, He us, adores
The honeymoon is not over embracing love
by capturing the core of every fiber,
weaving tender hearts tighter and tighter.
We are touched with sweet melting honey
that echoes of our love through golden rings
in strife and funny rainy or sunny days.
I can't help those fluttery butterflies’ feelings
falling in love with you over and over again.
The honeymoon is not over embracing love
stealing each other's heart as we forged
honesty, hope, faith, courage, and forgiveness.
Tender dreamy, gentle kisses that flow
and bend of our boughs, as seasons come and go
with shadows of never ending days.
Two souls dance suspended in the night.
I can't help those fluttery butterflies’ feelings
falling in love with you over and over again.
The honeymoon is not over embracing love
as memories, moments to remember
time when life had been pleasant and strong
a time when loving bloomed our course to our future.
Woven on a web of everlasting dreams
in our golden days we give to each other our hearts.
I can't help those fluttery butterflies’ feelings
falling in love with you over and over again.
10/18/2017
Poetry Contest: MY SECRET TO HAPPINESS
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
The green blades sway in sync.
In unison the leaves do dance.
The lilly pads bop as the water laps.
Hedgerows are captured in a misty trance.
The secret music plays
A melody that only nature knows.
Flora, Fauna and Animals unite.
In their groove happiness flows.
The dawn chorus is so beautiful.
The shape shifting clouds that fill the sky
Are motioned by the force of wind,
That whistling sound that rushes by.
When we feel uplifted, refreshed and soothed,
We are thankful for what nature has shown.
If we were part of nature
The secret music by us would be known.
Written 17-12-2021