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Best Poems Written by Maria Mastay

Below are the all-time best Maria Mastay poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Brown Eyes

Irises color of an ancient oak. 
Ancient oak with hues of warm golden honey. 
Honey merging into the ancient oak, creating a spellbound glen in those irises. 
Irises with such a glow. 
Glow only the sun rays catch with their stunning beauty. 
Beauty so unique to see in such eyes. 
Eyes such an escape from reality.

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Panic Attack

Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.

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Adoration

The sense of peace and silence that you bring as you are present is unlike any other. 
My soul wants to not just kneel before you but lay down on the earth you created and worship you for the very breath you have given me. 
My soul longs for you, my God. 
King of the universe. 
Yahweh.

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Waters of Today

Water pouring like a soothing rhythm. 
A rhythm trying to soothe a restless soul. 
Water rising almost to the peak, a faint scent of lavender lingering amongst the bubbles that hover atop the steaming surface. 
The warmth summoning me, to come and wash away the uncontrollable moments of today. 
Just a girl pouring her heart out, shedding the burdens of the day.  
The evidence disappears as her tears meet the faintly scented lavender water. 
Water once steaming, slowly losing its warmth just as negative energy rips through the day.

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Scent of Citrus

Water rushing, steam rising, accompanied by the scent of citrus. 
Breathing in the scent of citrus suds to ground myself. 
Trying to keep myself sane. 
Water racing down my face, washing away the stress and pain of the day. 
No longer drowning the day out with water, back to reality.

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Restless

I feel like I’m running for my life. 
Never a single moment of stopping. 
Constantly on the go, as if I tripled my caffeine intake. 
Feeling as if I’m being chased by a cheetah, barely escaping the kill. 
That constant feeling of doom towering over me. 
I just need a moment.

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Stormy Blues

Eyes that burrow their way into my soul. 
Bringing out what I do not show or share with most. 
Hearing the pain in my words before I see it myself. 
Seeing the tears well up in my eyes even when I hide them. 
Those eyes colored like a storm over the ocean, blue but with the perfect mixture of grey. 
Those stormy blue eyes find their way through my secrets so easily. 
Calm yet confident, hyper yet sassy. Just stormy blues.

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Wife and Mother

I feel too overwhelmed. 
I feel like a thousand hands have touched me. 
I can't give anymore. 
Is it the lack of privacy? 
Is it the constant need of nurturing? 
My mind is screaming. 
Stop touching me.
Stop talking to me.
My body, mind, and soul are overwhelmed. 
Everyone wants something from me. 
Everyone wants my attention or affection.

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Who She Used To Be

Her body tells a story. 
A story all might not know. 
Her lips and voice once used as a flirtatious weapon. 
Hips once used to seduce. 
She used to dress to impress. 
Too flirtatious for her own good.

Now her lips are used to kiss boo-boos. 
Her voice used to sing lullabies. 
Her body used to take care of everyone else first. 
Now she dresses without a care. 
Somedays she doesn't recognize herself from who she used to be.

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Alcohol

That clean crisp bubbly taste. 
That clean crisp bubbly taste I crave. 
That taste just one more sip, one more sip to drown out the noise, one more sip to forget about everything. 
One turns into two, two turns into six, God knows it goes down easier than water.  
I used to be able to hold so much more, or at least it seemed that way. I just want to relax, to stop the stress just for a minute. But next thing I know, my lips become loose and words that were hard to share now start to flow without any effort. 
Eyes no longer bright white around my irises, now bloodshot. 
Stumbling over my words, thoughts hazy, tripping over myself and my head becoming scatterbrained. 

Just one more drink. 
Just one more drink to keep my emotions at bay. 

That taste of clean crisp bubbly sedative. 
Just one more drink.