“One can get through any hurt, if the one who causes hurt shows sincere remorse and expresses love again” - By Poet
Like heavy boots on vacant streets, his harsh words
Rang in my ears. Never has he been so very rash.
Why did he my heart deeply pierce?
The whole night I lay crying, soaking my pillow.
In severe pain, my face was swollen and red
Next morning seeing my wan, puffed- up face
He quietly asked, so much concerned,
‘Did you have your usual migraine?
You look terribly tired and worried’
He seems to have forgotten all that he said
Gently applying balm on my forehead
In a tone of assurance, he said, “Don’t worry
In no time all your pain will be fled”
My mind, tangled and messy became suddenly calm.
When I felt his lips upon my cheeks, tears began to flow.
His silent kiss, stamped like love’s gentle whisper
Warmly and tenderly, at an unexpected moment,
After a slight brawl, when my heart was torn,
Had the sweetness of honey and I melded into him
Categories:
melded, anger, angst, kiss, pain,
Form: Free verse
The moment we met was a tumultuous storm
We both were damaged and new
Still, our minds melded until we saw the moon
A passion that surpassed the physical realm
I asked for a second date pretending to not care
By second date the storm turned into a hurricane
Only this time a perfectly synchronous formation
Bonded deeply by our similar traumas and tribulations
The first time we let ourselves go we knew it was game over
Never before had my intensity matched so equally
Letting me out of my cage simultaneously freed her
Never again unrequited, finally cared, finally loved.
Categories:
melded, romance,
Form: Free verse
Soul’s
heartfelt
cry echoed
in the vast void,
of prayers unheard
by the heavens above,
so to resolve the impasse,
poised in the void of cessation,
the earth entity melded with space,
sparking the power of bliss magnetism.
Thoughts rested, desires ebbed and fears faded
whence grazed by the wafting winds of grace,
in witness mode, staid soul observed,
the dance divine within form,
entwining head and heart,
whence eye then single,
all that then was,
was the Self,
shining
bright.
Categories:
melded, spiritual,
Form: Etheree
Where’s the source of our creative impulse,
magically appearing in our mind,
wherein light we attract, darkness repulse,
whereafter we need not struggle to find,
the rhythm that delights, by soul divined.
Having melded with the vast universe,
blissful spirit has no need to rehearse.
Categories:
melded, muse, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme Royal
the first step took a while
which was to choose to be
and in being thereby becoming
a silent nonchalant witness
to ebb and flow of thought
observing maverick mind
akin to a wild horse rebellious
we realised its roots in identity
which we chose to disown
that our soul may be free
the second step was easy
since no doing was involved
for we had melded with space
animating it with pure intent
leaving outcomes to God
as formless awareness
even though aura shone
with bliss rising day by day
soul’s light was barren
being bereft of love
the finale was inevitable
God drew us into His heart
our soul merged in the light
being simply agape love
transmuting feeble form
Categories:
melded, god, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Once a fox was lost in the field;
No shelter, friends, nor food to yield!
His fending hope has lastly keened,
But stood once more when prey he gleaned...
There he melded with flocks of sheep,
Dealing and coping with their keep;
Hardly bids to maintain his guise,
Yet still a fox behind those eyes!
He has sampled reed grass, at least,
Though fox despised such meager feast;
Athirst he was for blood and flesh—
The fox's hunt proved fruitless, fresh.
Then he crept at night, so sullen,
Watched his cozy troupe, heart swollen;
With eyes so wild, his mask now falls,
And all his care breaks castle walls!
He tried to curb his morbid crave,
But nature's call he could not stave;
And within a breath, off he gave—
A savage slaughter none could save!
His lethal claws that pierced through flesh,
His irksome fangs of crimson mesh;
The fox that once ate grassy fare,
Now dwells in dreams of dark nightmare!
The fox reveled, now bloody fed;
All took place as his hunt had led.
The fox is glad, the sheep lie dead—
Away he prowls, new prey ahead...
Categories:
melded, betrayal, words,
Form: Rhyme
.
cha cha cha
shuffle
flirtatious
cha-chaz
and in the passionate
grip
uv the music
i mean the
wiles uv
identical
twinz
i
shuffle
up
(melded earnestly
theirn to mine)
the
bifurcated
staircase
Categories:
melded, beautiful, blessing, passion,
Form: Carpe Diem
in the timeless past, one day my heart stirred
wishing to know truth of the universe
head melded with heart, with silence concurred
birthing a verse without need to rehearse
pulse of God is single, words are dual
so the symbols weaved were for me alone
yet since divine magnetism was the fuel
music of the spheres, mind needed to hone
be it chance or fate, I joined poetry soup
where members made music, as of soul’s rhythm
for me it was a coup, to join this group
to contour waves felt in a structured algorithm
lost in a maze of forms, I first felt like a fool
but help was at hand and friendly criticism too
though I burnt as I learnt, it was like being back to school
so each day my muse refreshes itself here anew
just as waves of the ocean flow together
and leaves on trees sway gently in wafting breeze
each souper views the other as his or her soul brother
plucking inspirations from the void, heart chooses to seize
Categories:
melded, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Ah yes,
Freedom, liberty,
Individualism
Melded into a nation.
Flags will be waved
By those denied a flag
Chants will be shouted
By those who forget
Patrick Henry’s
“give me liberty
or give me death”
forgetting the price
freedom and liberty
exacts from those
who seek it, cherish it,
fight and die for it
those who would condemn
our flag may raise flags
that denied them the right
and freedom and liberty
to do so in the country’s
they fled
save for the indigenous peoples
we are all intruders of a sort
immigrants
in search of
freedom
liberty
and the individual’s right
to respect one flag
while waving
another
Categories:
melded, america, independence day,
Form: Free verse
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... " - Lord Byron
I met my love at twilight by the beach.
We strolled along – feet walking bare on sand.
We found a lovely spot and there we laid
our blanket down to sit and watch the sea.
The sky was beautiful – soft violet.
It melded with the sea, and we could hear
wind softly sighing too; my sweetheart leaned
in for a kiss; his kisses made me melt,
for he was like that sky of violet
whose magic touched the sea before the night
concealed its azure blue as darkness fell.
My lover’s breath upon my neck became
wind’s susurration whispering sweet bliss.
We moaned as breakers roared and crashed onto
the shore upon which I and my love moved
in rhythm to the waters swell. Once quelled,
in one another’s arms we lay, content.
As warm wind wafted over us, we too
were drifting with it into dreamy sleep.
Categories:
melded, beach,
Form: Blank verse
head having melded with heart
ego identity vaporised
all souls one, none from us apart
light of our true Self is realised
Categories:
melded, i am, self, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
We find deep inside ourselves
The traits of ancestors therein dwells
Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair
Our stature from … who knows where?
What we claim as thought process
We may be forced to re-address
Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see,
Our newer minds to think like he.
Our gait, as we walk around
Has origins in history bound
Great-aunt Edna, strolled about
With identical strides – long and stout.
And talents that we think so fine
Are not all yours, not all mine
For somewhere in our ancestry
There lay originality.
Our composition, it is made
Of melded steel that made our blade
For all our ancestral kin
Provided steel to place therein
We flaunt individuality
But in truth, it’s not just we
‘Tis ages of posterity
That comprise our totality
Categories:
melded, hope,
Form: Rhyme
The emptying was torture
Like a queen bee on the back porch
Easy to avoid, ignore
No need to go out those french doors
Another route to necessity
Eliminating the need of more
...then came the scrapping
You showed me the epidermis
Of my well
I was certain my water was sweet
Til I saw it
Shock shook the core of my soul
Then you went deeper
You broke the foundation
Of my cistern...broken pottery
Strewn on the open ground
The wide open ground
My eyes caught a shadow
A shape of doubt melded
With elements of matter
Grief, pressurized grief
Made a form
Walking under my well of HOPE
Breathing sorrow upon vision
Whispering...I'm aggrieved
...........does anyone care
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-28-2024
Categories:
melded, grief,
Form: Free verse
Ceasing all striving, we now make no effort,
since we have melded with the vast universe
and thus bliss magnetism on its own does spurt,
forming a pattern that reflects as our verse.
Our soul is cleansed and our heart is free from hurt
making this life a blessing and not a curse,
so though in bliss mists we continue to sway,
we see the truth behind the veil, clear as day.
Categories:
melded, spiritual, wisdom,
Form: Ottava rima
While strolling in the woods one hot day, she
felt tired, but then she saw a willow tree.
She lay down underneath it in its shade
while listening to whispers its leaves made.
She dozed off dreaming that the tree caressed
her body with its limbs, and she felt blessed.
Was it a dream? She knew the willow’s soul,
and being one with it became her goal.
She woke to find her arms were branches, and
her legs were dark like bark. Ah, she felt grand!
She’d melded with the tree, and yet she still
could move about. She had not lost her will.
As if by instinct, she could comprehend
that she was linked now to her newfound friend.
Though joined to the tree, still she had control
to leave her friend. She had a brand new role.
She was the wood’s protector, yet she could roam
a beautiful, free nymph in her woodland home.
But in the night, she’d cling to her tree’s bark,
dissolving into willow in the dark.
Categories:
melded, mythology, tree,
Form: Rhyme
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