Begins with dawn
Time passes, life goes on
‘Til dusk. Repeat.
Tag: NaPoWriMo
A Charm for Friendship
One person seeking solace
From the pain that befalls us
One person waiting with open arms
Minus the fear of harm
Equals one bond
Created from a friendship so strong.
Psyche
A beauty so hypnotic
Poses danger to your existence,
Unless it captures
The attention of a god.
He was so willing to rescue you
You spoiled girl,
He gave you riches
And lavish love.
He saved your life
But you still wanted more.
You lost him
You lustful lover,
Prove you love him
And maybe he’ll forgive you.
Prove you love him
And maybe you can have him back.
You’ve done all there was to do,
But even if you think the competition is over,
You’ll never win this battle
For the green-eyed monster
Is your mother-in-law.
*Posted late because the wordpress app wouldn’t let me post from my phone.
Spirit of the Valley
Subdue the hills
To rid the obscene obstructed view
And see the valleys
Flourishing with life
Dancing in the wind
Like spirits.
Mon Cheri
Mon cheri,
It is you, j’adore
For your humor
And your caring heart.
It is you
And only you
Je t’aime
For the man
You have always been
You will become
You are.
It is you
And I love you for it.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Poem for the prompt of day 29.
I kept this one to give to my boyfriend on our 2 year anniversary.
I think he liked it 😉
Abomination
How do you loathe me? I forbid you count the ways!
You loathe me to the shallow and short lengths
Your body engages with abandon, when in sight
Against the beginnings of nonexistence and imperfect cruelty
You loathe me from the rear of never night’s
Subtle rule, by moon and natural light
You loathe me strictly, as women abandon immorality
You loathe me pollutedly, as I unbend after scolding.
You loathe me without the leniency you call to use
On your new joys, and without my experienced denial
You loathe me with a hatred you existed to create
Without your newfound saints. You loathe me with a choke,
Frown, laughter of your demise; and, if the devil declines me
You shall but loathe me worse during our next life.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ antonym poetry prompt from day 30! Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s famous poem (and one of my favorites) “How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways…”; which can be found here http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/elizabethbarrettbrowning/poems/sonnetsfromtheportuguese/howdoilovetheeletmecounttheways.html
Successfully Green
It drives you
Moving upward
And onward
Fueling your energy
With enlightening ideas
On greatness
As you grow
And grow
Until the day
Your high spirits are so large
You can’t fit in your wallet
And you move onward
And outward.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for day 28
Still [Life]
Canvas
Freshly stretched
And never used
That smells of paper
Feels like silk
And tastes like new beginnings
Until you pick up your brush.
Inspiration moves you
Stroke by stroke
As you create a masterpiece
Day by day
Until passion dwindles-
Then you’ll wait
Until it strikes
And you’ll overcome.
The end result
Will be a painting
Of insurmountable beauty
Created by the still life moments
That you captured in your mind
Heart and brush
Forever preserved in paint
For all to see and admire.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for day 27.
Romance (A Bedroom Story)
In love,
Sames give
Gaining height.
Motionless
(Forgetful)
Yearn his glance here-
I’m timid
Under his firm eyes.
Newly unearthed, unclothed,
The first touch
Of my sleeping dreams
Woke fate.
So beautiful it made me weep
Vainly, I cried.
Lifting mountains
Creating valleys-
Joy!
He Praised the moon
As I sang with desire.
Joy.
Joy so pure
Twilight would rejoice
In our shadows.
Keen.
Keen beyond conceiving
Strictly
There he stood,
My dream.
Flesh was blood-
A mile uphill,
And I could only smile.
With a gasp.
Scorning
Made me move through his anger.
Motions:
Forward
Backward
Side by side.
Arms extended humbly
Between foe and friend,
Between the foolish and the wise,
Immeasurable impatience…
Hold me closer.
Flames
Caused my will to climb
naked, bare, hungry
shoulders pulled against the dark.
Sorrow:
Look,
You’re still a foe.
Let us join blood and flesh.
Imagination-
A drug…
Giving a heart,
A mind.
Though dull, you taste bright
Though bitter, you are sweet.
Truth-
I say-
Love his soul!
Love him whole.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 26. Erasure poetry inspired by E. E. Cummings’ poem “My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love” which can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15405.
Growing Older
A child’s mind cracked open wide
For learning and growing
Walking all alone, their own stride
With confidence showing.
But soon they will grow much too big
And forget their own self.
They will have to search hard and dig,
Wiping dust off the shelf.
They will look back with a smile
On all the things they learned-
How could they forget? A long while…
My, how the tables turned!
http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 25. Catching up! 😉