Summer scintillating with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above. Please send me someone to
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!
Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,
Veering towards each other, long forgotten echoes of the past, heard once again
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.
Written By: D. Collins 4/26/24
If I were to ever lay eyes on you again.
I'd say, I'm not perfect, but on the high end.
We put in work for a good, long time.
Raised each other's kids to get on with life.
I hope we did a good job in cutting strings.
Making them realize hunger is the thing.
That's big business that really matters to me.
To know people, you've touched are bound to succeed.
If I ever were to see you again, I would freeze.
Wondering what you possibly saw in me.
We were in it for a minute, and it felt good.
I would have seen it to the end, if I could.
Our lives keep moving, with or without us,
Forgetting the people who gave the utmost love.
If I ever were to see you again.
I'd say to you what could have been.
A few things represent me:
The color grey for example,
She's a beaute, isn't she?
I've felt drawn to her, especially when my soul had been just that, grey.
It has then gone on to taint my soul, my heart, my mind at every occasion.
It would have been a crime not to paint my destiny in her.
But what else is there?
The familiar scent of rejection?
The agonizing taste of nostalgia?
No?
Maybe the 21 awards I'd trade without a sigh's moment worth?
The glasses that crack due to the heavy weight maintained in my scalp?
The hauntingly mesmerizing words turned sour?
A promise I'm not morose in person?
I've often heard that you'd rather lay eyes on my soul's vessel than hear the cries of the same very soul.
Of course, I've only ever heard it from the third layer that daunts my soul, the very one that hurts at the mention of it.
She's obviously accompanied by Grey;
Like a fairytale in a child's dream, they become inseparable.
But heed her warning.
Stay away from the sharp turn of phrase that she takes, because soon you'll be a spectator to the ever-running show of gut-wrenching twists that is my mind.
Usually, I will look out my window
And lay eyes on the most beautiful flowers;
Or Crepe Myrtle trees beautifying the lawn;
Or in the early mornings, watch a sunrise with teary eyes;
Or in early evenings, watch a sunset take my breath away;
Or in late Fall, gaze at flocks of birds heading South for the winter;
Or smile at a high-speed rabbit hopping and running;
Or stare at a bird with tiny eyes that never seem to set;
Or moving, ominous clouds preparing for a storm or rain;
Or awesome and blasting winds blowing heavy rain;
Or feed crops preparing themselves for harvest; Or a
Huge farm tractor and equipment covering the roadway;
Or feast on the canopy filled with both white and grey clouds;
Or earth tones of the brown ground, green trees, and grasses
Covering the landscape; Or a host of other heavenly medicines
So helpful and healing to the eyes and hearts of any and all.
If I cannot have you
Then I will dream you
Dream you resting in my arm
Of walks we take through vineyards,
I will kiss you in my deepest slumber
Where no being will lay eyes on us
And nobody will ever have to know
How much I love having you as mine.
you sprinkle cinnamon on my reality
so soft to the touch
i never want to come back to earth
where you take me....love is the key to life
what feels like forever seems to never last long
what lasts long feels like stubborn milliseconds of eternity
you are the central inspiration that inspires the water to flow easily
so soft to the touch
i never want to lay eyes on reality ever again
i always want to add melted butter to your sweet and spicy effervescence
when you make the beautification within me come alive, i happily forget that i actually have a name
the root of forever ever after never felt like this....like You....
so soft to the touch....
Dedicated to Kyle, My Darling Son
There was no joy when I gave birth,
scary words kept getting worse.
When my baby boy was born
every face was quite forlorn.
He came fresh from our Creator
to be placed in an incubator.
I could not take him in my arms
or shelter him from any harms.
Doctors all had dooming words.
Negativity was all I heard,
“He may never… and he may not ….”
Oh, how I prayed this would stop.
He was two days old when I was told
I could finally lay eyes on his face.
Tubes and wires were every place
in a sterile, see through trundle,
where laid my precious bundle.
Suddenly, I felt a sign and less sad
because my son looked like my Dad,
who had amazing, sure willpower.
I couldn’t have heard God any louder,
saying, "like your Dad, your son’s a fighter."
And fight he did, my beautiful son,
my heart, my love, my special one.
For three months he grew and thrived
defeating all odds of staying alive.
Then on hospital day forty-five,
he came home on his first ride.
Look pass, this
flesh.
Lay eyes on these
Colours; pleading
for this soul’s apprehension.
(words make way)
Speak pass, this
thundering.
Echo Tongue, your secrecy to
these lips; pleading
for this soul’s apprehension.
(words make way)
Almighty God,
Being of Heart –
here am i.
Use me.
Occasionally I can only see half of it
when I am lucky I get to see at least two
they always make me smile
remembering what they mean to you
now all grown up they make me feel loved
that is my own little reminder of
God's love for me
To Nikko I am the rainbow chaser
'cause I know she loves them too
But she rarely gets to lay eyes on them
so whenever I spot a rainbow
I would snap a pic and send it off to her
knowing that with my meager gesture
I get to spread some cheer
Here’s to Arild and his sliding rainbow
and to Michael who gets lost in his
I have some pretty good reasons
to embrace them even more
their sizes may vary
the colors sometimes strange
Guess what?
They are still a blessing
with or without that pot of gold
*Inspired by MJF and Arild’s rainbow poems*
©210920121010
With crack of first light of dawn
The day's work begins; sleep's gone
Gather food; cook
Aroma fills air, breathe on.
Spices, herb bouquet add-on
Day has great outlook
Just short time to lay eyes on
My poetry notebook write-on
Bible read on
Just as Bible is guidebook
For life, food needs a cookbook
Then meals invite
Reading Bible helps outlook
On life, cookbook gives new look
Or change outright
In life wrong way you may have took
Not too late_change_read handbook
Get it now right
The reward is great as bite
Nutmeg_sugar laced delight
Good baked apple
Simple food, life live right
Change become a guiding light
Be ensample
Eat good food_let soul soar heights
Longevity_inner light
No thorn apples
Sponsor:David Williams
Contest:Virelai
I don't need drugs, I want to be high on life, with an overdose of her. Stayed up all night
talking to her, she surprised me when I least expected it, she is still as beautiful from the
first day I lay eyes on her. I keep asking myself, how is it she keeps finding her
way...back in my life.......
When you lay eyes on me, I just wanna put them to sleep
Vision cost a lot, but I create it cheap
No matter what you do, when you do something, I like… it
Since love is like survivor, I won’t… quit
When you smile at me, you pump my heart
While pumping hard, flowing off the chart
You’re my master piece, that’s why you’re state of the art
I’ve loved you ever since we made a start
When you kiss me, its breath taking
Don’t kill me now, because our love is waking
Young we did, and young are we
But I feel so grateful when you love me
If your heart isn't big enough
your arms will be too weak to hold someone
who aches to be held
If you close your mind to someone's need
you will never lay eyes on the beautiful flower
that could've been, had you paid attention
If you turn away
your ears may never hear
the words that were almost spoken
Some day I will see you
Our pathes will cross again
The second I lay eyes on you
I will be tempted to take your hand
After that temptation passes
I will call out your name
Hopfeully you will turn
And your eyes will be the same
That day I will look at you
And wonder why its been so long
My heatr will race like the wind
I will remember the feelings so strong
One look at your smile
Will bring tears to these eyes
Such a fond memory
That holds such pain inside
Maybe you'll figure it out
I hope to the Gods you do
You didn't catch it last time
But I was Meant For You
God decided to take you before I got to spend any time with you
I wanted to at least be able to hold and kiss on you during your life time
But before I got to lay eyes on your beautiful little face
He took you away to an Angelic place
He took you to heaven for you to stay
And that is where you will always remain
A very cruel man hurt me just so he could take your precious life
And now my heart will forever be filled with this permanent strife
I know that you will never be here with me
And that you are in Heaven with our Heavenly Father
That helps my heart ache just a little
But nothing will ever take away the piece of my heart that I buried with you
My Dear Gabriella Diane Courtright, I Love You!
And you will always be My Beautiful Little Angel!
I have wrote this poem for my precious baby girl that I had to bury exactly one month
ago today. I would gladly trade places with my daughter Gabriella right now. I wish
that cruel man would have let me carry you to term that way you could have kept the
Spirit that You and I share Alive.
Your Loving Mother,
Tracy Diane Vilardo
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