Whenever I see someone
Sprawled on a bench,
Exposed to the elements,
Hands in a clench,
I wonder if long ago,
Curled in his crib
Or perched in his high chair,
With drips on his bib,
A mom or a dad,
With the tenderest gaze,
Saw their hopes for their son
Mapped in various ways.
They certainly never
Imagined him stuck
On a bench in a city park,
Down on his luck.
Few passersby stop,
(And yes, that includes me)
Rarely thinking about
How such things come to be.
"Towards the nebulous sky, l lifted my inquiring eyes,
Trying God's divine light through the clouds to see.
It was then that I 'heard' the tenderest whisper:
Not to search for it in heaven, but rather within me."
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 November 2025
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This somber glade where they've laid you
will become my sanctuary;
memories will be companions
in my quiet misery.
You never liked to see me cry.
I hear your soft and gentle voice
with tenderest sincerity
asking, 'Why such bitter tears?'
These tears are layered like the rose
that, to my lips, I press and kiss
while kneeling in the cold, damp sod
only to be close to you.
These tears show all the grief I feel
and flow from deep within my heart;
remnants of all the hopes and dreams
we planned to share together…
Grief that grips my tormented mind,
tightly clutching my aching heart,
slowly squeezing away the life
that I must face without you.
These tears also show thankfulness,
streaming down like a healing rain,
assuring me that you'll never
have to suffer grief like this.
As the last
petal
falls
from the stem
of
your beautiful heart,
I will
catch
it
then own
in my hands,
the most
tenderest
part
of your
ALL !
Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like sweet
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her
heart, so aquamarine velvet.
Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic,
tsunamic romances.
On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her
chiseled,moonbeam face,
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.
Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse,
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!
But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly
insatiable, heart’s-door!
Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!
6/4/2024
If I were a lake and you were a lotus
Would you think yourself too small to be noticed?
Or would you open your petals to me
Blossoming boldly and brilliantly
To rival the stars that heaven bestowed us
Outshining them all if you were a lotus?
If I were a lotus and you were a lake
Would you dance with me in the white swan’s wake?
Would you keep me afloat through storm and flood
Would you love me if I were still just a bud
Help me to grow and bloom and partake
In the tenderest touch if you were a lake?
It's never planned to write another
But they always come, 'cause there's no other
Someone I would write these for
On you my tenderest thoughts do pour
When I think of you, the words then flow
My heart in literary glow
To try to dam the ballad spout
They'd only find a new way out
I want with my words to caress
Your heart with delicate finesse
To hug you through my writing pen
To kiss through verses, thoughts, and then
In one grand ode I'd say it all
How much I've loved you, long the haul
That this has been since I first knew
That it was there in full purview
Evermore
If the tenderest secrets are found beneath a star,
My body will be the carrier to every truth,
My eyes will be the moon behind those shinning celestials
So my lips can bare the sweetest kisses by the light of a star.
Quarrels are the darkest side of the moon in my eyes,
Each and every time a word that stops to be sung, or hummed,
My eardrums splatters a cluttered bunch of nothingness,
Pieced to become a beg for love that lasts evermore.
Some days, like a beaten warrior or a fallen star,
I tremble and shiver to the muffled sounds of crying,
Others, I pause my sojourn at the earthly haven,
A Soulless and homeless land;
I go to where I belong, a place where evermore defines
Love and brightness of the stars that whispers the truth to me.
I find myself wandering in a land,
Where love is eternal,
And so is the truth to all forbidden secrets.
The land I find myself wandering in is evermore,
The land of evermore .
Dawn brings tenderest dewdrop dreams
Breathtaking promises will sing
Inviting joy in soft sunbeams
Blazing paths with sweetness of spring
First light whispers gentle traces
Amazing the spirit, praising
Combining kind hope, peace, graces
Abiding in hearts, amazing
Beginning new days, gardening
Promising, illuminations
Love abides, never hardening
Inside there grows fond relations
Gardens of love, inspirations
Wonders of the heart’s foundations
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May 19, 2023
It was the feathered purple of a blossoming iris,
kissing the laden air
with trembling lips.
I was awakened by its fragrance,
the newness of its ancient story,
told yet again by a moistening earth
in silvery birdsong.
Sometimes,
I have missed the turning from gelid and motionless
to the softening sway that unerringly follows.
I have been embittered—
brittle and bare as a crooked branch,
scraping a vacuous sky—
but not this time.
This time, the tenderest breeze,
prodded by the fingers of a spreading sun,
finds me waiting—
eyes closed, smile turned eagerly upwards
to greet the renewal
of creation.
In his blue eyes there are beautiful smiles
Whispers of joy, inspirations flowing
Encouragements to help me through trials
In silence, my love for him is growing
Gentling my spirit with tenderest grace
Whispers of joy, inspirations flowing
Light falls over my heart, like an embrace
Comforting all loss with such restful peace
Gentling my spirit with tenderest grace
When he kisses me, the joy will not cease
This love frees me to be me, without shame
Comforting all loss with such restful peace
He surely loves me and no one’s to blame
With passion like fire there is real trust
This love frees me to be me, without shame
Romance like this is first found in stardust
In his blue eyes there are beautiful smiles
With passion like fire there is real trust
Encouragements to help me through trials
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April 30, 2023
Thank you for your still laboring pains.
Thanks for the amnesia of suffering
the bedpan and the bible,
the sunny window
that ran with a watery blood
wherever the flying ducks
rushed toward your gun.
Fingertips tingle, the daily callus is softening,
becoming bearable
the way a fox forgets its trap shattered paw.
Thanks for the moonlight dispensed
in cloud-covered dreams.
The applauding grateful
must have partaken of your loaves and fishes
where hooked worms still dangle
bereft of hungry lips.
We are the tenderest of prey again,
the catch we have all been looking for.
What more can be said when gratitude runs away
with its desires still wriggling
and fleshy.
Thank you;
for your mastering love
hath consumed the apple in our mouths
and we are served up
in wide-eyed wonder once more.
What magic lies in a kiss,
that it both enchants the heart,
and imbues the soul with bliss?
The measure of it is such,
that it fuels emotions
with feeling beyond its touch.
To kiss is to impart love,
sharing sensual feelings
and passions lovers dream of.
It's an intimate embrace,
a feeling poets compare
to that of floating in space.
Like the tenderest caress,
it feels sensually stirring
and sexual; when lips press.
An unspoken promise made,
a kiss is a vow of love,
that's physically conveyed.
children of an emerald isle
inhabiting a pause
in brutish wars
dulcet notes
of tenderest voices
raining as leaves
from autumn's branches
rivulets of caramel warmth
energizing oft rejected
lovers' embraces
as he loosens her plaits
of cinnamon and wildfire
she raises piquant lips
to his nakedly innocent
adoration
“Life is a buffet, which I try to enjoy to the fullest by filling my plate again and again.”
Delicious life, a great buffet!
I do not simply eat to live.
I live to eat! I live to play;
I live to love all life can give.
I sit down at the table of
delicious life, a great buffet,
and where with souls I dearly love
I hope to always get to stay.
The tenderest of beef filet
is life’s profundity (its meat!)
Delicious life - a great buffet!
I heap my plate with things to eat.
Each new thing tried -a new flavor
adds to the menu of each day.
Desserts are memories I savor!
Delicious life – a great buffet.
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