I talk with Stars
like they are my dreams.
They sound Soft,
just like my mom, but
They all appear alike,
Distant, Undisturbed.
They gently tap on my shoulder and
Whisper to me
To shine in Mess with a smile ---
Like they shine in dark with moon
Designing a fascinating view
Just like my dreams.
With their little dance
as delightful as my barefoot childhood twirls
They keep telling me
That I'm a Star.
A unique one with diverse glow of colors
and a warm hope of home.
a dark cloud hangs over my fragile heads
my past reflects awkwardly in a broken mirror
in the garden of love my flowers are wilted
love seeps from the gaping hole in my hearts
you removed the ground beneath my feet
making me drift aimlessly without direction
and below me, a bottomless abyss that leads nowhere
yet for long I kept my candle burning in the wind
you moved with the shadow my love had cast
leaving my light to falter without its shade
my feet sank in quicksand, escape impossible
while you stood with a wry smile, soaking my joy
but I have forgiven you for your cruel hatred
without which I might have rotted in a prison of grief
and missed the soothing balm of God’s healing needles
gradual, yet bringing warmth to my bleeding heart
Poem written on 14th September, 2025 for "Variation Of Dramatic Or Light Verse" Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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A fire sparkles in your eyes,
its sparks shine on me.
Let it energize my life,
my soul needs its warmth.
Drown me in caring desire,
to crave only you.
Whatever the consequence,
trust in my credence.
Angry voices from the kitchen
Trading bitter accusations,
The sound of a palm hitting face,
Endless hateful exclamations.
I held you tight against my chest,
You felt the pain I tried to hide,
My tears that soaked your small brown head
Have left some stains now they have dried.
When there was none to cling on to,
I held on to your stubby hands,
As I--to drown the guilt and shame--
I drifted off to distant lands.
Somehow though I was young and frail,
Afraid, alone, and not so wise
I found some comfort and some strength
When I looked in your button eyes.
In that dark corner long ago
When sun, moon, stars all lost their shine
It was so cold but you gave warmth,
Your knitted body pressed with mine.
September sunrays dart dancing playfully
we treasure every last glint of warmth
indian summer truly a gift
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.
She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.
For her three boys, her love knew no bound,
In their triumphs, her greatest joy was found.
Then came the grandkids, a new chapter to start,
Each one a treasure held close to her heart.
Aunt to so many and mother to all,
With laughter and cheer,
she banished our sorrows, our every fear.
Her witty humor, her infectious grin,
A beacon of warmth, from deep within.
Though she faced tempests and trials unkind.
A beautiful spirit, she left behind.
So let her memory live, a whisper on the breeze,
Among the vibrant, sunlit, whispering trees.
A testament to a beautiful, brave, and loving heart,
From which we never, ever, have to part.
Love you Aunt Dana, We will miss you!
Winter warmth, comfort eating,
Dog house took some beating,
Dog got fat, so did I,
Sunny clothes did heave their sigh,
Guess, Dog, this is our fat day,
Thinner salads shall hold sway,
Lettuce shreds, lack a day,
Fat days, thin days, my yo-yo way!
the hearth flickers 'neath a pot
water swirls and tumbles round
dried leaves bloom within the clay
misty cup of calm
At dawn,
you graze my face
tracing my jawline with your thumb to say:
“It’s nice to have someone here for once.”
I should know better than obsessing over men
whose attention doesn’t need begging
stitching myself into bedsheets
meant to be left half empty
but I guess you just get me.
If home is a body,
I already sense aftershocks
self-inflicted eviction setting in
slipping away half asleep
dreading the inevitability of leaving.
We sit so close, yet worlds apart, breathing the same air but trapped by our fear. Your hand brushes mine, and it’s like the universe pauses, a trembling spark I can’t name, a kiss that doesn’t need lips.
I want to tell you everything... how every glance of yours steals my breath, how every moment without you feels like a storm. But my voice falters, my courage hides in the shadows of doubt. What if you don’t feel the same? What if this fragile thing between us breaks?
And still, the silence speaks. It presses close, heavy with longing, and I feel your heart echoing mine in the spaces where words cannot reach. The curve of your lips, The warmth of your hand, it’s a kiss I can feel in my soul soft, trembling, infinite.
I ache to close the distance, to let the world vanish in that single moment, but fear pins me still, and yet even in this quiet, I am drowning in you.
"This silent kiss is everything I've ever needed, though it never touched your lips."
My eyes open up like a wound
Every impossible day passes by
Loud heartbeats shadow good things
A single hold of someone could fix it all...
Within the dark, before the day,
A golden spark will find its way;
Not borrowed light, nor fleeting flame,
But one with which the sun’s the same.
It warms the marrow, stirs the soul,
It makes the broken pieces whole;
Through weary hours, through every start,
It dwells within our beating heart.
When shadows press, it will not fade,
It stands where deepest love is laid;
For just as morning crowns the sky,
It rises here, and so do I.
We burn not just to see, but give,
To make the colder world live;
This flame, unchanged, will never part
The sun itself
Dwells in our heart.
(Line of inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”)
Sunrays warm my blushed cheeks--
calmness of daybreak dream's sweet adieu,
daylight spills through the meadow,
raising closed buds into bloom.
There, in sereneness before the world wakes,
the golden light whispers with gentle grace,
not just light, but presence—
ancient, not in sight yet felt,
it speaks not in words but in warmth.
There is no outcast, no distant star.
only brightened the wanderer's path,
This is the dweller of our heart.
Shining through flesh and fragile thought.
I remember when I listened:
I know my heart is not in flames,
But forged in stillness.
I'm not broken,
I'm not alone.
Woodsmoke, Laughter, and Warmth
Sunlight slanting through pines,
the creak's cold whisper,
a child's echo of laughter.
Bare feet on smooth stones, slick with moss.
Ankle-deep in melted snow, a shiver on the skin.
The taste of distant winter, sharp and clean.
Splintered light on the water's surface,
a fleeting mirror of a girl's wonder.
Flickering flames,
a circle of warmth,
faces I know by heart.
The mountain's breath a memory.
Drying by the fire,
the scent of woodsmoke clinging to a wet t-shirt.
Laughter, a low hum of stories,
spun in the smoke that rises and disappears.
Hands held out to the heat,
the red glow on fingertips.
The day a perfect circle, beginning and ending here.
A final, deep breath before the chill returns.
1401 Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Brian Strand
( Honorable Mention )
Written: August 04, 2025
Sunlight warms cheeks--
quiet dawn, dream's sweet adieu,
hope stirs the daylight.
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