From The Heart Poems - Poems about From The Heart

HEART OF FALL'S KALEIDOSCOPE

HEART OF FALL’S  KALEIDOSCOPE
Poem written for and submitted to “Tanka Triptych” Poetry Contest, John Anderson, sponsor. 
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air shifts, faint changes
autumn’s clockwork ticks softly
the turning of time
air rich with scent of damp earth
the ground breathes in the brilliance

swirling, dizzy leaves
kaleidoscope canopy~
autumn’s gentle reign
life thrives beyond the branches
under gaze of watchful sun

autumn in mind’s eye
thoughts of

Tickling the ivories

In my youth I dreamt of playing the piano
filling the nights with romance and melodies
orchestrating sound and beauty

Reading and interpreting sheet music while
compressing innermost feelings into sequences of notes
translated in the language best understood by the heart

Swirling to the beat of rhythmic grace
rich with aphrodisiac chemistry
intoxicating mesmerizing beguiling

I’ve dreamt so long of pleasuring the night
to

Courage, The Cowardly Dog

           Courage, lives in The Middle Of Nowhere,
                "there's something wrong here" — 
               the dog

The Journey Within

 
 “The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
    and jewels
both can lead to detours 
walking a straight and narrow path one 
      traverses own

A spotted grey post

Aged, wetherbeaten.
Repainted.
Aged, wetherbeaten.
Six fence panels 
Next to a spotted grey post.
Right, right, wrong, right, wrong, wrong.
Split asunder, 
Now siblings, they stand.
Nailed shoulder to shoulder

My heart stripped bare

Each day, you make my heart race a long mile,
Yet you've always deprived me of your smile,
Your neglect and your frown work hand in glove,
As if that’s the price I’ve to pay for love.

Each of my words, to your deaf ear they land,
Why don't you want to kiss my shaky hand,
And send a cold thrill

Dweller of our heart

Juan Paco Pedro De La Mar
why were you mean to me
i was so ing hot
i lost my sexual power
to your perfect ginger dick
i am not going to be what you want me to be
i am not the lost tortured small woman who gives you power
the scent of my flower self has been washed out
but something

soul forest

within your forest 
quartz light from your gallant eyes 
surround my ocean 

breathing devotions
my thoughts quiver as earthquakes 
whispers wishes blush 

my soul faints daily 
your robust masculine trees 
my candle mind melts 

wooden bough branches 
build stalwart starry cabins 
from your midnight pen 

wanting fervor waves 
carve sculptures within in my sands
mists around your

Tonight

I want tonight to be the night
The one that we keep insight
A forever moment cherished in time
The work is done, and the hill is climbed
One special evening with you cradled in my arms
I’ve fallen for your unique and beautiful charms
Now I need to show you my light inside
From a heart that nearly died
You are my

Dweller of our heart

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”

Dweller of our heart

A sun went out, a silent, sudden night,
and left a shadow where once there was light,
For in our chests, a solar flame still burns,
A borrowed heat that twists and gently turns.
The essence in us is the same as the essence

External Storms

External Storms 
Listen close, the winds whisper low,
A symphony of sorrow's ebb and glow.
Thunder rumbles, a beast awakening,
Heaven's own heartbeat, in warning speaking.
Pressure builds, unseen forces stir,
An invisible tempest, nature's curse. 
Silhouettes dance on lightning's flash,
Echoes of laughter turn to ash.
As shadows lengthen and tempests rage outside,
Within these walls, another battle wages. 
A heart laid

Dweller Of Our Heart

“the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”
 
In the dark opaque night,
across the stupefied space of solidified solitude, 
enfolding the languid landscape of existence,
bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life,
my forsaken journey’s pathway meanders
in the gloomy labyrinth of languishing agony.
The self-obsessive free-will, 
ever seemingly dormant 
beneath the sheath

yellow raincoat

 Your yellow rain-coat,
dripping of hair
comfort of hoodie
and scent
of nice
but cheap
perfume I love.
It's an aroma
to your skin
I'm so in love with.
Are they tears of joy
upon the splash
of water or salt
near your eyes.
I'm wrapped
in every
conversation
I have with you.  

blue spots

 The blue spots after the rain,
in-between storms,
a remainder
of our nonchalant spring
before the storms bring
knuckle-biting angst & cries. 

- Heart In The Right Place -

  Memories from childhood summers
  still tickling my stomach
  Through overgrown paths
  Red painted farmhouse
  where flowers and weeds grew in harmony
  It seems as yesterday, but it is long ago

  Outbuilding with a heart on the door
  Didn't exactly smell as roses
  A carefree shed,

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