Two souls destined to bloom as one
Though the world harshly set them apart,
The wind whistles gentle smiles -
And wove their love across miles.
Five winters, five springs, a blink on screen,
With broken dreams yet love sparkles bright,
No wave nor furnace could consume-
Divine love, built on grace, sublime and true.
Sweetest love, gentlest love the hour is here
Amidst the beauty, cherry blossom in symphony-
Snowy flake upon our head a perfect harmony,
A heavenly wedding on earth we embrace.
Love knows no boundaries nor horizon,
When two souls keep their hearts true.
she was different now
she smiled without forcing it
she laughed easier
the world around her hadn’t changed
the difference was her
but he will never know this version of her
he will only remember the version of what she had been
quiet
tender
alone
he will never meet the girl who came after
and perhaps that was the part that hurt the most
now that she had moved on
he will never know how beautiful she truly was
years from now
he might wonder what became of the girl
with the blonde hair
and the bright blue eyes
the girl who loved him more than she loved herself
but he would never know
because by the time she found herself
she had become someone he no longer deserved to know
I never touched a love song
nor inhaled romantic art
I never lived poetry
Sunsets I now taste!
Contest: Let's Do It
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem written 08/11/26
I came alive when we met.
You were energized with life.
Your love gave new life to me.
Me, you, life, and love.
you're my dusk-soothe, O sun smoke
this unwedded rose weeps love ~
a poem, with soulmate blooms …
my muse…twin-flame m o
o n …
~ Contest Name : Let’s do it!
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
The day when poem saw the light : 11/08/26
The note I wrote to my love
'Twas so many years ago
It said- "I love you darling"
And... I always will!
I knew naught till I met you
nothing of roses but thorns
nothing of words but curses
nothing of love's way
Where oh where can you be now?
Dreaming and waiting for you,
till I met you I will wait.
Baby has arrived.
Two arms, two lips, and one soul
tender, beautiful and kind
in my imagination -
and then I met you.
Years quietly slipped beyond us.
Today you stood before me.
Faded memories breathed once again.
Our eyes spoke forgotten stories.
Silence covered every trembling smile.
Your eyes still carried love.
My heart still carried pain.
Time refused our reaching hands.
Destiny separated our gentle paths.
My soul searched only you.
We will never reunite again.
My heart finally accepted truth.
Yet love never truly vanished.
Your memory became my breath.
My silence became eternal witness.
May your life bloom forever.
Let my sorrow remain mine.
Your smile brings lasting peace.
My love follows your shadow.
Goodbye never ends true love.
This meeting becomes our farewell.
Tears became love's final language.
Forgive my helpless broken heart.
Please stay happy, always, beloved.
Your happiness remains my prayer.
I zoned into a story...
She called my name with a voice very kind.
So I followed her neigh
To the deepest recesses of my mind.
Today I met a Unicorn
Who was dancing on a hill.
She was kicking up rainbow dust.
She said her name was Gill.
She looked truly majestic.
Her style slick and pristine.
She told me that she canters and prances
In to little girls dreams.
Her fur was smoothe and lilac.
At night-time her horn glows.
She listens to melodies in the breeze
And where they go she follows.
Gill said she would take me to places
Beyond my wildest imagination.
I told her it would be lovely to do
And thanks for the invitation.
This time, we explored mighty jungles
With colourful creatures and many a giant leaf,
A sparkling waterfall with a welcoming pool...
And other features beyond belief!
The sun was settling down to sleep.
Gill saw my eyes were closing.
She carried me on her back to the land of nod
Where I could continue dozing...
I looked again at my story book.
There was no Unicorn in sight!
Today I really met her
And she tucked me in good night.
I saw fear the other day walking down the street.
I stepped to the other side, but it decided to greet me.
Not to form a misconception, I asked it what it wanted.
It said it wanted to enter my body to take courage from the soul.
I said, "Hold on, sir, let's talk about this because we've just met."
Fear replied, "Excuse me, but we met a long time ago. You were just too young to remember, but I remember; it was then called being shy."
I said, "Oh, that was you. I tried to block the view between my eyes of me and you. That's when you left, but now here we are back in each other's eyesight."
So I asked it, "What’s your next move?" It said, "My next move is to enter into you."
As it proceeded to approach, I asked it a very simple question that would stop its existence: "Who and what is fear? Because I don't let it exist in me."
That question cleared the past between fear and me, and I hope that I don't meet it again.
I did not, in any sense, desire a fight with my eye
The eye that keeps greedily taking glances,
Seeking to convince my soul to allow
Beauty,
fleeting pleasure,
and the glory of youth.
For indeed, youth is glory:
A flower that blossoms for a season.
For there lie a myriad forms of fruit,
And every fruit begins at a seed.
A seed suffers shame in many ways;
At times, a bird may take it as a snack.
A choice, in a way, must be made at the level of the seed:
Either be consumed, or be sown.
Both paths satisfy an innate desire.
A youth may take it as a snack;
An elder may sow it and allow it to rot for formation.
One fulfills a fleeting pleasure;
The other postpones urgent gratification.
In every path, some desire is embraced.
Yet at the sunset,
One is further advanced in multiplication,
While another adores only flashbacks.
In all, a need is met
in my backyard,
where they came looking for me
The orangutang surveyed the property
from the top of the garden shed
The jaguar looked bored
on the trampoline
The snow leopard walked
figure eights around
the potted tomatoes
The kangaroo kicked a dingo
and I had to referee
The albatross wasn't keen on company,
so he danced through the sky
as if swinging by strings
The anaconda had already eaten
so, he slept beneath the magnolia tree
The giraffe was less than thrilled
with the greens
growing in Greensboro,
so he scanned the horizon
for something better
I listened to the unexotic
Northern Mockingbirds
in the grey branches
and was happy
Mama, I’ve finally met an honest man
He says he’s full of faults
He admits no way he can
NOT keep his lusting eyes off my body, and
figures I can’t possibly be interested in him…
And mama, he works two jobs while
taking care of his invalid parents
when they sleep, he runs errands
O, mama, I’ve fallen in love so madly
I want to give myself to him so badly
Don’t be fooled, dear. You’re just glad he
kind of reminds you of your last daddy
who, you may remember
~ they hauled away in a paddy*
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*as in 'paddy-wagon'
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