Martas poems

Friday, January 27, 2012

Weeo not my friend

W eep not for love lost, for once found, if true, love cannot be lost. Weep for the one that left love, now self-betrayed, who has passed from light to darkness and sees it not. One small light which surrenders to darkness, becomes part of the whole of darkness. Love is not love of only one, love is life itself. It will not cringe when turned from nor plead for things now passed, for it renews itself with each passing moon. Weep not, for love is and will always be Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I

I look outside and see the soft light of a setting sun bathing the naked trees in my backyard... A surreal sight, to look outside and find everything painted in mauve light, as if the fingers of the new born night had reached out from the other side to caress and ease the world into the dark. I wish there was some special light that would envelope my aching heart and ease it into its goodnight. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I want you to see...

Some look at the world beyond and see just a world Others look at it and see in its sky storm clouds and rain, suspicious and hostile movements bound to harm. And there are those who see nothing at all in that world and who look only at pictures from their mind but each thing seen is covered up with the darkness of the past, with vain remembrances of lost and dying dreams and tortured hopes of future happenings too nebulous and ill-defined to ease the restless moment. When you, my friend, look... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 23, 2012

I know now what not to do

Even as the chilly winds of sadness wrap their arms around me and my soul grows cold, I know beyond a doubt I shall endure this night. I know how to swim the rapids: I drift and I drift until the raging stops, and the still waters shall reflect my resurrected smile the misty clouds, the white-capped hills and the shining grass atop the dusty earth. If I should meet you then, after the rapids, do not mistake my heightened heartbeat with anticipation, or think I could fall in love with you. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Tonight

Whimsical and bight, the moon shines on top of the city softening everything with its light hiding dirt and grime in the streets that not so long ago might have witnessed crime but now seem suspended in surreal twilight and the trees... proudly show their naked branches basking in the silvery glow that covers their shame for the lack of snow of a winter that so far has been lazy and slow. I walk along the shore of a sea that seems to dance, its waves, carried by a tide passionate and high born... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Inspite of the moon

I t will be dark soon, dark enough to dream and see the dream unfold and come to life; The stage is set, the actors fire up the soul, with thoughts and sounds we all have heard or seen somewhere before, but slightly different here, in the vagueness of this cold winter's night. I watch as visions of times gone by become visions of changed tomorrow's, when time and space and love shall do their dance, and say their part, out there upon this stage... for this is life's stage where things that are,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Hapiness

Happiness is the unrequested soft kiss of a child who does not want or need anything from you except the assurance that you love him too. It is seeing the soft light of the sun steaming through a window's glass to illuminate your room and thinking that it has traveled millions of miles just to first thing in the morning make you smile Happiness is giving your heart in a kiss and in a touch understanding heaven exists Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Some say that forever remembering what once was does not happen, that everything sooner or later is forgotten and as the river water when it joins the ocean forgets its spring we will forget old loves when a new one comes along, just as fast as when we are awaken we forget a dream but I say love, when is deeply felt, always remains within even if lovers grow apart and that there is a special place in everyone's heart where we keep the dreams that could not be Where oblivion does not reachl in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The wind pushing the leaves that had fallen to the floor and were covered in snow towards a mauve colored sunset... and the cold river's water running so slow as if it did not want to leave us, did not want to go. The trees witnessing our love standing silent where they had always been, their branches moved by that wind making sweet rushing sounds... lulling us to sleep as the clouds dancing in the sky watch us weep- I, I sit here remembering it all with the deafened angst of a submerged anchor... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 30, 2011

The New Year

The new Year A new year is just that... new, an artificial measure of time, meaningless from a larger view of life where hours and minutes do not matter at all It provides an excuse or an opportunity to begin or end, to continue to do or not to do what we should or should not be doing, another chance to look at things we might just have missed, a do-over for the ones we mistakenly noticed and wish we could forget. More than anything, a new year is unlimited possibilities to find what we are... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Our love...

Our love is like a climbing rose holding on with all its force to a rusted iron fence, it thrives, grows, in spite of itself, and wether it is wanted or not... it will never die, for if it did, like an old well whose water has dried up and can no longer satiate thirst it would become the echo of what it once was and it would be, as its always been, the only thing in our minds, the last, the first. Loves like yours and mine are like a fire... they consume all, and ours will burn bright untill... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

He was just a man... that was all, but like the wind that fills the sails of ships he filled my emptiness and I loved him most, maybe because I loved him from afar, like that star I used to watch from my window, the one that seemed so bright. He was life giving water and I was just a jar I held him, but he was never mine. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The voice I miss

How sadly sweet is the sound of that voice now silent as the memory of its whispers fills my mind...my soul, tugging so hard at my heart that I sometimes forget to breathe, forget to remember the love its words were drenched in, forget the gift that it was, the gift that it still is Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 26, 2011

someday you will understand

Some day you will understand that like the wind, some things exist even if they are not seen And If in a cold winter night your frozen soul thaws warmed by the heat of a fire you thought was old, a fire you thought you put out long ago when love went away and left you all alone, you'll understand then, that like river waters... some things are always leaving but never gone. Perhaps one day randomly crossing a street you'll remember something you wanted, almost had, but could not keep. and you... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

I know a place

I know a place down the shore... where a river dies and becomes the sea a place where one can stop time and sit and stare into the wonder of that mystical line where sky begins and dreams end, a place where mystery fills the empty heart with the unsettled wings of want. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Merry Christmas to all

Long ago I found a star, a golden, beautiful shinning star. It shines alone in the moonless night and guides my soul through winding paths, through the many turns I have to make and all the scary places I must pass while tittering on the edges so sharp of abysms deep and dark; It keeps me safe. It is my star. and it can shine left or right weaving through all the things that cannot be. It is just there, it just exists, and by existing in the night, it shows the world what there is of me and... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Love

Only one who has found his or her lost hopes in someone elses eyes knows that there is no logic, no order in love, and that only in love can eternity exist in a smile... death in a goodbye There is no preparation for it, no manual to read...no set road to follow It just happens, and when it does, we love simply because we do, no reasons needed, no explanations necessary and there is magic in the indefinable miracle that is love just as the flower which comes out of its seed and the rain that... Sign in to see full entry.

Love

Only one who has found his or her lost hopes in someone elses eyes knows that there is no logic, no order in love, and that only in love can eternity exist in a smile... death in a goodbye There is no preparation for it, no manual to read...no set road to follow It just happens, and when it does, we love simply because we do, no reasons needed, no explanations necessary and there is magic in the indefinable miracle that is love just as the flower which comes out of its seed and the rain that... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

alone

I often await the ending of the light as a child awaits that which she has been told she can not have. I like to see the colors, feel the breeze and know soon it will be dark but today the sun seems to be taking his time to descend into that line where puffy clouds dressed in their finest subtle tones of gray try to cover the brightness that in the sky he has left as his parting gift at the end of this day. In the distance, behind the dark clouds trying to usher in the night, I can still see... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Down the highway

And now that Winter has come naked trees under gray skies miss the sun which not so long ago embraced them with its warmth and as down the path of life we go our mind steps into the colorless zone where memories dictate the way and there is nothing to do, nothing to say, for htough we are still prisoners of what we once were, whille in that zone we think what we never thought as we watch heaven and earth into the distance dissolve always merging in that far away point, which we can never reach... Sign in to see full entry.

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