Long My heart laid bare Poems

The world closes in; it’s so close in here
The light grows dim, I’m full of fear  
Please help me love, before I fade
Don’t leave me love, not this afraid

Circling shades that rip and tear,...

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"A Poet's Gift" you wrote three years ago -
the arc of your poetic heart to tell.
You spoke of deep emotions in the soul
invoking tears to well and hearts to swell.
You had a gift. You were...

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The heart aches with pain of betrayal...

Trusted thoughts, secrets, desires were handed over delicately, hesitantly, carefully…

To the gentle healer…

Full of kindness, tenderness, gentleness...

The secrets of the heart laid bare with hopes of healing….

The struggle with...

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The Great Winding Stair............ 
To the galleries........ 
Above and below 

For, the stories on each stair............. 
More magical than the last 
Tales from ages past......... 
So many to tell 
So far to go............. 
The spell...

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Someone to Care


I’m weary of this haunting place,
Trapped by insecurities and fears' embrace.
I yearn for them to flee,
To vanish without a trace,
For this oppression still clings, a ceaseless chase,
And it won’t leave me be.

This mental...

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GIVE IT TO GOD
 
In the pouring rain, she sinks so small,
A girl on her knees, tears began to fall,
Under the severe heavy downpour.
With sorrow in her eyes, she looked above,
Searching for solace, seeking some...

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I hid in a pile of leaves under the great oak tree,
hoping you'd never see,
the very things you begged of me.
But what you didn't know,
was that what I really craved was to be found by...

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A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.

8-16-19


ARBITRIUM DIVISA Contest
Sponsor Gregory Barden
Taken from my poem titled "A Poet's Gift

A...

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Blue eyes, my friend through joy and strife,
Blue eyes, shared a bit of my life.
Blue eyes, saw my giggles, heard my sighs,
Blue eyes, the prettiest under the skies.

In my saddest moments, blue eyes knew,
Blue eyes,...

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When I close my eyes, I see your smile
No matter where you are or how many miles
It’s always there for only me to see
Bringing me hope when I’m in need

When I close my eyes, I...

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A Poet's Gift

A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.

A poet shares emotions inked upon the
Page that cannot verbally...

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My Recurrent Dream, Translation of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet : Mon Rêve Familier

I'm often subject to a strange and invasive dream
Of an elusive woman whom I love, and who loves me  
And who at every...

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forever you will hold my heart
as you lay beneath the ground
yesterday was full of laughter
promises spoken into night
loving words and hearts brimming
late one day you stole my heart
now forever there you'll live
my love still freely...

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Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
...

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She walked away free.... 
Took my heart too.... 
Left me a kiss, I cannot forget 
If she only knew..... 
What she meant to me 

You searched for days.... 
To find a girl with golden hair...

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Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity

Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song...

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Crimson pulse beneath the skin,
Whispers in moonlight, secrets within.
Brushfire crackles, fingers yearn,
Hungry canvas, shadows burn.

Ink bleeds, a siren's song,
Cracked clay whispers, where longing prolongs.
Chiseled stone, a lover's sigh,
In every curve, a tearful cry.

Moonlight sculpts, a...

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I saw a girl standing there.... 
She looked at me.... 
My heart, laid bare 
What she could see 

In her eyes.... 
Told me everything 
Everything I needed to know 
Restless sighs 
I think she wanted...

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To lie here... 
With you 
In the quiet of the night 
Sleeping softly... 
Near... 

All I can hear 
Is you... 
Sleeping softly 
What you do... 
In the quiet of the night 

Gentle loving... 
Breathing your...

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Homing in on Stuben Roo..

Stuben Roo, the man who knew,
That spinned the tales of Abennew,
The place that dawned before the night,
The place that spawned the Abbenite,
Colors, sounds and happenstance,
Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance,
Will...

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