My tongue is tied
tinted scarlet windows
that I fly through
as I let my grasp go
from the guide meant for peace.
My chances decrease,
while my dreams do the opposite.
I mix up your silence
with the screams of my hope
to be saved.
I’m depraved
from the touch I long to feel again,
with your voice and face
engraved into my desire
for a better future.
This may seem like a love poem,
but it’s a glove
that holds a situation
a situation of no conversation.
I listened to silence for a sign.
Thinking your eyes said something
your mouth only did once.
My tongue is tied
as I wave goodbye
to the figure
society calls a crush.
Teasing rumble in the distance,
faint fragrance of petrichor,
redolence of rain nymphs
drifting along in primal scent,
like a mesmerizing lover hovering,
tantalizing, provocative.
Pent up emotion mounts, burns,
a yearning fountain of ecstasy,
love bursting forth flashing bolts
splitting skies and scorching earth;
saturate my soul with storm
relentless love of tempest born.
One with nature's searing surge,
I am consumed when we converge.
Copyright, 7-3-2026
Sifting through the bargain clothes
At the bargain store
She was tall as the sky
Covered in marks of life
Creating her own blue song
Through poetic motion
She radiated mystery
Shining the light I need
the light I want to be
She must be a product of magic
She must see through another realm
No need for words
Her spirit is where reality blurs
Forever writing her own blue song
Through perpetual poetic motion
She radiates the mystery
She is the very light I need
the light I want to be
Pixelated, dark, and with word I did not know,
I met you with that mask.
And though I’m sure I have memorised it’s crevices,
Your shirt, the glasses.
I feel guilty about it still.
God is something of many that connects us,
Something that loosened our ropes,
And your cross is highlighted in my moonlight,
And yet I’m drawn to you still.
Your wisdom outshines mine,
And you bask in it well,
And your tan fingers ran over my route before me,
I follow along, to my peers’ disdain,
And I look up to you still.
For, my dear, you have been through hell
And with each of my beats the ache grows,
And your scars match my own,
And your lack of an ichor leash let the worst inside,
And we fall today still.
And my protection I do wish you had,
Though our locations do not align,
Shared nations, interests,
And realising you may know me best,
Yet I have not met you still.
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
He conceals behind the blush of day,
nips in, then dashes back away
with grinning lips and silver bow,
he strikes before I even know.
A stranger smirk, I feel the spark—
my calm heart a blind bargain,
no shield, no plan, no grand excuse,
just twisted thoughts and love let loose.
Now here I am, without a clue…
when cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
She gambled on you
She walked a bridge too far
You didn't feel it true
It was too high a bar
She could have tried talking
That way she would've known
Behind your infatuation
Real affection hadn't grown
She thought there was a bond
A mystical dream
But the wizard lost his wand
You were just a prop in the scene
She dreamed of a fire
You by her side
But love was a liar
Reason should guide.
She raised the stake
But gambling's a sin
with two eyes on the snake
The house has to win
Now it’s too late
To rewrite the part
She wagered on fate—
Then embittered her heart
I know we all get burnt
But I wish it hadn't gone so far
Lessons have to be learnt
Only Fate held the cards.
I don’t even know what you do to me,
but I know I want it
to keep happening;
You are a mystery
I cannot fathom;
I try to sound your depths,
and even sinking into them
I cannot tell just how far
you reach,
how far down
I am willing to descend.
Is it madness
for me to want you,
is it rapture I feel
when your skin touches mine?
Your soft breath
whispers in my year,
your heartbeat
the rhythm I dance to,
everything I think about
faded in your shadow.
How do I live,
eat,
sleep,
without you,
as I did for so many years
before knowing you exist?
I am an empty threshold,
doorless,
unhinged.
Mentality
Is chemistry
In emotion.
I love, I love
Yes, I love to love
Like a genius in love
Like a fool in deep love
I love like no one ever loves
Like I love watching the doves
Drifting up and down in the sky
Below and above the clouds
Whether the weather is wet or dry
Below and far away from the clouds.
It is not a mistake to love
It is serious experience
Even though there’s no difference
Like a genius in love
Like a fool in deep love
I love, I love
Yes, I love to love.
Lies deeply in thy self conscious thought
that one's thinking could control the souls
matter allowing one's self to be opened
purely for the purpose of being here thus not
being judged the excitement for another being
to yearn the pleasure of your passion to be
absorbed in a place that can't fit your soul
and mine so crowd thinking crowded beliefs
infiltrates the soul with out touching how
than do we destroy the living environment of
one's self how than do we leave lessons
learned and at the same time be defeated by
the envy to know some one else's soul
herein the way we love the way we live shall
capture a none existing soul of terror a soul
so blatenly covered in desire and pain
all of who we are comes before the knowledge
of Moses if we allow one of us to have the
word and freely so unselfishly speak it
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen May 14 2004 Fort Myers Florida my sons high school graduation day 7 months after my brain injury suffering with traumatic headaches and alienation from affection I couldn't stop writing my brain was fighting to live sparks were flying so I wrote all day.
Poetic verses manifest,
for there is beauty unattained.
We yearn for distant, lofty skies;
for floating, contemplative clouds,
and souls that overflow the eyes.
Combustive, nameless hankerings
revitalize our sluggish hearts,
prolonging our linguistic cruise.
Forever, we anticipate
precise vocabulary hues.
All we possess is poetry
to hold on to our heavenly
infatuation with the world,
for poetry has always been
the herald of eternity.
I can’t remember myself
I’m lost
in the attraction
the bleeding need
the dirty impolite hunger
make me somehow matter
soap me with important gifts
drape me brilliant feathers
curves that bedevil
make me pretty
to him
I will sing to you in Russian
Recite to you in Greek
Converse in any language
That you deign to speak
I will follow you through Hades
Protect you from its fire
Look at you adoringly
Object of my desire
I will save your seat
While you enjoy the dance’
Protect you with my shield
Defend you with my lance
I will walk on hot coals
If it brings you delight
Wrap you in my cloak
To warm you in the night
Willingly and freely
I pledge to do all this
For the merest brush
Of your lips in a kiss
I will conquer mountains
Eschewing any fame
Each and every act dedicated
To the glory of your name
So come and sit beside me
Let me feast my eyes
Entrance you with my wit
Seduce you with my sighs
All this I do for the great joy
And the precious right
To escort your person safely
To your home tonight
I think in rhyming couplets
As I anticipate
The gentle goodnight kiss
As I leave you at your gate
And hope, like me,
You yearn
And dream
Of my swift return
Her words like silk,
Her kindness a balm to my soul;
Lost in her embrace,
On forgotten streets we stroll.
A spell she weaves,
A peaceful enchantment of grace;
Her eyes, a loyal guide,
In this soundless, tranquil place.
Her tears fall like rain,
A butterfly's desperate cry;
I stumble for an answer,
Unsure if this is truth or lie.
If this is real,
Or a figment of my mind's creation;
Let me slumber on,
In this dream-like sensation.
Don't wake me yet,
Let me drift in this blissful state;
Fiction or reality,
I don't want to contemplate.
For it is infatuation,
A spell that's taken hold;
Let me linger here awhile,
Before the truth is told.
What you had yesterday that
I have today and what
I have today
That must be yours tomorrow.
We have been made
Solely to perform on stage
In well and woe.
Just think...
What if we were not born?
We'd not feel the
Gentle touch of mother,
The sweet
Fragrance of flower,
The appearance
Of the sun,
The delectable call of fountain,
And the taste
Of our paradisiacal earth.
But today we have
All together in compact.
Still Time will come
To take all away.
He needs no permission at all.
All possessions must be
Like dust in the storm.
Our stone like body will remain
Under the jolly sky,
On the motherly
Ground around the sweet smells.
But how much pain
When we'll wish to
Have them all to quench
The heavy hearts but fail.
I can't hold...I can't hold...
More painful when
Dear mother will say, 'O my gold,
Wake up! Wake up!'
And I can't get up even if
I understand her motherly voice.
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