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She's so captivating that she has my eyes wide like a hawk
But as always I'm contemplating maybe she thinks I'm a dork
I never quite know what to say to her and mutter every word
Everything becomes a blur, then it feels like I can't be heard
And then I'm trying to keep my composure, show I'm still there
But she probably just thinks I'm a poser with her every stare
Laying on the charm, but I bet she's thinking I have no chance
Though I'm no smarm, yeah I'm just looking for some romance
Some might s****** but it's how it feels when she passes by
The flicker of her eye lashes, is what always captures my eye
Because yeah she has these amazing blue eyes' that gleam
I can't stop gazing, there like the skies the bluest I've ever seen
It's the intrigue the not knowing what the other persons thinking
Maybe she's way out of my league but if only I had some inkling
I really want to ask her out, should I put it in a letter to show?
If I told her how I felt would be better, because she don't know
A poem inspired by a girl I met at shop back in 2007 june july or though
had seen her before hand was to scared to aproach her
she realy was very captivating but got to know her changed my view
i wrote a follow up to this called she knows
not as good as others ive wrote like one of a kind sublime ill be
with you worlds apart etc but this one giving more enferce on her
again adding houmour and word play i think alot of people have been
in similer situation and could relate also/ she knows DONT KNOW
I love my verses bare..
The fear of loneliness that calls for the tears
Often deludes the want for pain,
I blink my eyes to the jesting rain..
And wonder here and wonder there:
If life was just a better affair,
Would I be a queen ruling my heart?
Or a slave to the unseen, worlds apart..
The smile that baits my happiness close,
And rob the Gods dead, morose..
I wonder here and wonder there:
Will the waves ever take me away?
To the land of the mystique, happy and gay,
I’d frisk and sing and care much less
I’d have to talk and give to bless;
The hours that kiss my rickety soul
With soundless rhythms of Christmas carol..
I wonder here and wonder there:
Can I ever love the one I hate?
Share the tales and pity fate..
I’d love to wonder…here and there,
That I’d find the answers in the verses, bare.
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In midnight's grasp, a raven took flight,
Its ebony wings adorned with sorrow's might,
Through veils of darkness, it soared alone,
A haunting presence, to worlds unknown.
Its onyx feathers whispered tales of woe,
Echoing through the night, a mournful show,
With piercing eyes, a gaze that could pierce the soul,
It sought solace in the shadows' endless scroll.
Its mournful cry, a dirge of the heart,
Unveiled secrets, tearing worlds apart,
A harbinger of darkness, it perched on high,
An omen of doom, with a mournful sigh.
The raven's caw echoed in the moon's embrace,
Unfolding mysteries with each somber chase,
Its wings, a shroud, concealed the night's lore,
A creature of darkness, forevermore.
Yet, amidst the shadows, a glimmer of light,
A flicker of hope, a chance to set things right,
The Raven danced on the edge of despair,
A symbol of resilience, in the midnight air.
So, let it fly, with its tales untold,
A guardian of secrets, a sight to behold,
For within its ebony guise, hope remains,
The Raven's journey, a testament to change.
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
The coming Doom.
A realm between what is known and unseen
We are of this life
We are in the weakening world
The walkers in daylight
Maybe its’s death
But we are only one side of the coin
We are of one world and our souls the other
The only thing that keeps the worlds apart
A thing unseen as thin as smoke
An elusive as a shadow.
Maybe its’s death
Not much separates the two
A heartbeat away
A second reaction
A Fatal attraction
A crash, a drowning, pull of the trigger
A moment in between one thing
And the next a season of shadows
or light everlasting.
Maybe its’s death, maybe not
What is the difference?
The thin veil between realities
A shifting between the seen and unseen
In one moment we are talking to our love
The next they are gone beyond where we can transverse
maybe it is Death?
Or a voyage we sea in deep dreams.
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
A realm between what is known and unseen…
The coming Doom.
The sandy beach, castles in the sand, high and low tides. Sea gules and seal-sightings as we dinned on top of the cliff.
Non threating sounds of strong winds and those sleepy fog horns. Pathway to the sea by way of The Golden Gate Park. What's not to like?
I have never been in or on any of the 5 oceans; or is it 7? In my limited search, I kept seeing difference numbers.
They spoke of 7 seas and conflicting numbers of oceans. There were certain periods of history that effected the count.
It's easy to understand the complexities involving so much water. Anyway, the closest I have been to oceans and seas was a view of the
Atlantic from a distance during a very brief trip to New York. Secondly, Our family lived within five blocks from the Pacific Ocean in San Francisco.
Countless were the joyful times with our kids at the Pacific that greeted us one day with a mighty splash while high upon the rocks
and in our Sunday best. We were happily wet. Thirdly,
we took a San Francisco Bay Cruise to The Golden
Gate Bridge, never venturing the Pacific.
Oceans separate great continents from each other.
Never worlds apart, our ocean experiences were joyful times, helping to hold us together.
092221PSCtest, "O" Contest, New Poems. Constance La France. 4P
Stars harvest darkness for their light
Between the recesses, silences require quiet
As required by the distances tracked
Immeasurable across the universal black
There is plenty of time for gravity to settle down
In the recesses between the quiet of the silences
Where worlds are not the same below the formed
New planets come in the company of moons
Rounding out the day as solids do
Solids know their way around the universe
Coming in to land wherever land is smooth
Polished stones on rolling waves arrive on time
As old as time, touched by the softest brush
To find the right conclusion in the tides
Lightning dazzles spectators in the rain
Camped in the forest by the rivers edge
Swept away by tidal forces rising mighty
Still thrilled at the chance of getting wet
And then there are the doomed
Among the solitary intruders in the worlds
And nights are always there to find solutions
In the beginning where rocks were formed
Gathered up from dust among the clouds of nothing
Minerals watched with minimal concern
As nature has the final word though worlds apart
Stars harvest darkness for their light
Between the recesses, silences require quiet
As required by the distances tracked
Immeasurable across the universal black
In the spaces between heartbeats,
Where time stretches thin as gossamer,
I catch glimpses of you living
In a universe adjacent to mine.
There, the sky burns violet at dawn,
And trees grow downward, reaching
For a core of molten starlight
While gravity plays different songs.
You drink tea made from moon flowers,
Write letters with crystallized rain,
And speak in colors I can only taste
I press my palm against the membrane
That keeps our realities distinct.
Feel it pulse like a living thing
Between dimensions, between dreams.
Sometimes, when the barriers grow weak,
I swear I can hear your laughter
Echo across the cosmic divide,
A melody in quantum frequencies.
Perhaps one day the walls will thin,
The boundaries between worlds dissolve,
And we'll meet in that strange space
Where impossible things become real.
Until then, I'll keep watching
For traces of your existence
Collecting evidence of parallel lives
In the corners of my consciousness.
Vacant eyes, what do they see?
She seems to be entranced
Her expression holds a mystery
From those of us who glance
From heavy hearts we try so hard
To reach her with a smile
We walk beside her through the yard
Beside us for awhile
So lost in other worlds apart
We can't begin to know
Yet, slowly as her face lights up
And eyes shine brightly so
She seems to see what we cannot
Then calls out someone's name
Her hand extends, she reaches out
She says she's glad he came
Though no one's there, it's only me
Her eyes,....they glisten with a smile
Her steps seem lighter, young and free
if only for awhile....
I recall when my father died
The weeping willows cried
Sunflowers hid their face
Morning birds sang "Amazing Grace
That night the moon was blue
He sobbed a heavy dew
Frogs and crickets, respectfully silent
While his world mourned in private
He had been a steward of the land
Turning the soil by hand
Fished and hunted wild game
Taught his sons to do the same
Only taking his need for his family fill
Thinking it wrong to wastefully kill
Now resting in an earthly tomb
At peace in Mother Nature's womb
Consoling my heartbroken mother
Fifty years with only one lover
Drowning in her ocean of tears
Facing lonely golden years
As we followed my father's hearse
I thought, "What could be worse?"
Within a year I got my answer
My only brother died of cancer
He was born on Lincoln's birthday
In his shadow is where I stayed
Like a pup, following him everywhere
Bidding his wishes, fulfilling his dares
Before I was legal, he taught me to drive
We fought all challengers for family pride
At his wedding I was his best man
We were each others' biggest fan
To the world these two events
Held little significance
But forever my life was changed
In the midst of insufferable pain
It's been over twenty years
All alone I've faced my fears
Now they visit from worlds apart
In my dreams consoling my heart
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
In the beginning, we played musical parts
singing the script with free-spirited hearts
Adlibbing lines without rehearsing a word.
As absurd as it sounds, quite profound
that our threads were a woven tapestry
without eyes meeting and voices never heard.
We danced, swaying like palms in the wind
Our dance steps were always in sync.
We were Fred and Ginger,
turquoise and silver... p b and j
until the day the music stopped...
In the realm where light and dark merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and hellacious nightmares converge,
we found ourselves worlds apart.
Our Utopian haven had been storm tossed
and left us swirling on a dystopian plain,
a deserted land where painful silence rules
for those who played the game of fools.
For days I've been hearing piano notes
that seem to float from memory's core.
A chance encounter, a phone call,
familiar lyrics to a musical score...
a romance rekindled?
His music once filled my head,
but I don't dance to his songs anymore.
There's never a happy ending
when nothing is left to be said.
There's no point lingering in thoughts
over a broken heart when it's mending.