Best Trailed Poems

 My cherished one ,

Think not of this night with an absent moon

But think of those nights that we  used to know

Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light

where we lay side by side .

Think of sea-scents  that wafted before

Think of ...

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My best friend and I
Ran barefoot through the garden
Stirring the petals
Her hair tied back in two braids
Her skirt trailed out behind her

We sat by the stream
With our feet in the water
Talking and laughing
Until a pink rose I plucked
And wove it into her dark braids...

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To sigh deep in the interlude of time
Before my world of silence closes in, 
As nightfall marks the ticks of birdsong’s chime
And let a North Star bless my world within.
The change of song brings memories’ relief
Questioning not what dreams are all about;
So chant dear sparrows...

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On this October's mild stirrings
I watched ached nights flicker, to glow 
Around his hair like angel wings
Recalling joyrides... so mellow.
That in hushed tones,I called Gramps' name
Enshrined within my youth's warm space...
My hands folded with love aflame,
While prayers spilled through chill's embrace.
Though failing heart quivered in...

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Day in, day out… I’m here
softly walking down 
the corridors of your mind
a seductress in search of the room
where you hide your heart

The train of my lace gown trails behind me
my bare feet hardly making a sound
yet my scent…..
my scent alerts you to my presence
and...

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she paints lipstick
mother's red
on her sunken face
careful not to smear
the edges of tears
...a kiss upon her cheek

she tries to scrub
her unkempt soul
with the filth
upon the floor
her hands bloodied
trailed in pink suds

she watches
as she shines
the windows
tiny leaves twirling
gracefully
in autumn's breeze
as if in dance
with a prince

she dreams
of...

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Gentle the touch from smooth brushing kisses
Softly I come to you, Softly I will
Tender the night of our hungry wishes
As lovers, we claim sacred time until
Warm is love's breath that crosses the spaces
Yearning turns the spring of time's winding clock
Tremors from soft fingers leave trailed...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs wave through camouflage branches
succeeding in meeting my gaze with a...

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In open space free
Steel and glass enclosure
A small moving space confined
My possession of pride
Momentum propelled by young drive
A companion of trust.

The wingless bird
Tunneled timid air
Dust trailed the motion
Distance to sunrise horizon
Contracted like an accordion
Music under the bonnet.

Tread of twenty turning years
Took abrasive toll on patina...

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Lithesome fingers trailed along 
the ukulele’s  frets
as Lilah played her dulcet lullabies.
Swaddled in a blanket, smiling,
lay her little lad,
looking up at her with large blue eyes.

Lilah lilted, “Sleep, my son,
for tranquil dreams await.
Lull-lull-lullabies for you I sing.”
As she crooned mellifluously
lulling him to bliss,
she watched...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis, 
I dare to surrender
towards the 
pink-teal blends of
calm dusks and
smoky seas, 
bleeding in 
hurtful hues. 

But, what...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping Beauty crimson butterflies, on a first flight to sweet enrichment.

I...

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I sat on the edge of your mattress, unsure what to expect; I kicked off my shoes and took in 
your bedroom for the first time: the bookshelves, the plastic stickers wreathing the windows, 	
your little brother’s action figures mid-battle on the carpet, the clothing...

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Once there was a girl, little hood,

She was a fine mamma, looking good.

Hood decided to take a walk

Didn’t see the wolf watching her like a hawk.

 

Mesmerised by her swinging ass

He trailed behind watching her sway with class

He said “I gotta have a piece of...

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There was once a maiden who lived by the sea

with lustrous   lips that dried too soon

like early dew perched on a tree .

She once was beautiful with  skin so fair

A veil of lilacs  covered her hair.

Her eyes the brightest of moonglow...

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