Martas poems

Friday, November 15, 2013

My Angel

My Angel, that's what you were pure and untouched innocent and loved. You came to me when I needed you most, and showed me the way when I was so lost. Gently you guided me through a maze of pain. You taught me there was a sun even behind the rain, and in the darkness of night, when I was sad and afraid, you said the wind was your voice, the thunder your promise to stay, and the lightning illuminating the sky... just your kisses flying by You showed me how to find a star that would shine only for... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 14, 2013


Many are the books that speak of Love. Throughout history it has turned kings into peasants and peasants into kings, Great minds have tried to describe it, philosophers, poets, even ordinary lovers, all who have felt it and know of its agony and its bliss have tried to define its core, what makes it what it is, but no one has ever found a meaning that fits all the different kinds of Love that exist and it has been said that Love was just too difficult, too complex, distant and unreachable...... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Tell me... please

Tell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when the storm rages, and the rain writes mysterious messages on your window's glass, when thunder and lightning rush through your room hastening the beat of your heart, Do you forget that the sun is still... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

It does not seem fair

I s raining again, a cold continuous, cold rain, the buzzing sound it makes is hypnotizing Sitting here looking through the glass of the window that faces the patio and the pool my mind wonders into the not so distant past, when we were so happy and we played like kids swimming, dancing holding each other so tight, from the first rays of the sun until late in the night. Today, you are right here in front of me, and I am holding your hands, but there is nothing between us except the sadness in... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 11, 2013

I wait...

A fter the night the sun rises and with infinite shades subtle but vibrant, colors the sky that seemed so dark before, and the stars all go to sleep, taking with them the wishes of thousands of lovers, wishes that now, in the light of a new day, appear more distant, farther away. After the storm, when the wind takes away the rain, and a peaceful silence takes over, everything sparkles, the flowers, the leaves, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Old tree...

Old tree...old like me Your branches reach up as far as I can see as if they were trying to the blue sky reach. Sitting early morning under you I can feel life awaking... I watch your flowers open as they are touched by the breeze and delight when the soft light that filters though your leaves, as the sun rises up to the world greet, turns into rainbows as it reflects on the dew which the dawn has gifted you with Those who make of you their home serenade you with songs so sweet while I... I just... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

I would love to be able to find the secret passage to what once was mine so I could again behold the man you used to be... for then I could dwell among the shadows of your mind oblivious of the cruel and destructive tides of time... but its too late, too late for me to reach what I could not keep, what was not meant to be... or perhaps not late but too soon, for there are other chances I am told other lives into which we will be born and again, G-d willing, love The murmurs of the forces of fate... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

C'est la vie

As a child I sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind tossing my hair As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when I used to sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to touch my face. Now as a woman, I have built my nest, but like the swallow... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Darkness... my trusted friend

Fingers of light drawing on my skies filling with color the new born night they make everything so beautiful... and as their work softly fades darkness, my trusted friend, comes my way all dressed up in many points of light. I welcome him into my bed making love to him under the light of his stars those far away stars that shine so bright. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 26, 2013

The moon's gift

Trough the veil of the drapes I see her soft silhouette its muted light melting into the darkness, illuminating my bed, making the white sheets shine with a surreal glow as if they'd been touched by the divine hand of G-d. Its a sensual feeling to be touched by that light... pure and innocent though it has traveled thousands of miles yet drenched in the wisdom of time and I feel the hastening beat of my heart telling me... "You are alive!" Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Today, now, this instant...

He walks into the darkened study where I have been sitting, thinking of him... of me... of us, and standing up, I eagerly embrace a body that is, of the man I used to know, just a trace. I kiss his cheek, so soft, so sunken and tasting tears I bury in his chest my face, looking up, trying to make out his dear features... but finding only shadows in their place, I hush with my lips the words that start to form in his and he smiles... a sad, sexy, wanting smile, pulling me closer... kissing my... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Empty house, empty heart

The house is dark and the sad half empty moon, that through the window watches me cry in vane, seems to shine a little less bright as It feebly iluminates the window pane of the empty corridor leading to my silent room. Nothing moves... no children... no dog... noises are off except for my occational sobs. Everyone is gone to let me be... so quickly so soon. and I walk around... half empty, half full, just like that moon. My mind hard at work keeps going through everything I saw, everything I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Sunset's birth

I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Thank You

It would have been enough to feel the fresh salty air upon my face or to have my feet massaged by the warm waters just standing there... in place. I would have been happy just listening to the waves softly rush the sand and then as they retrieved into the ocean deep... touching the wetness that remained behind with my hand. I would have been content just feeling the sweet rain gently cleansing my skin from all the dirt... all the pain. and to just sit there lost in my thoughts. But you Lord... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Getting back

I look around and see so many I love so many I would give my life for. I should feel happy, content, but deep down I feel I need to search more, inside my soul, till I find a way back to me. So I start my trip as those who feel the need to return to the place where they once bled... where they once wept and I know I must do this, I must find what I seek even though I don't know exactly what that is. I do know that just as a drift wood inexorably ends up at a shore, I somehow will eventually come... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Trying to sleep

T urn and toss searching for peace needing some sleep, but its no use, her thoughts go fast and in her mind all she can grasp is that in time, he will be gone, she'll be alone. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

If I could kiss you

I f I could kiss you I would give you a soft gentle hot kiss, a kiss that lingered on your parted lips touching, sweetly, probing deep, asking and giving, relishing when receiving. A kiss that would reach the inner most parts of you making you shake and quiver with need... A kiss that would grow like a seed inside your mind, your body, your soul until nothing would matter except to feel me all possess me, make me completely yours. A kiss wild and bold that with your eyes closed would make your... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013


I should have bottled our moments, way I should have bottled our moments,way back when, I should have saved all your sighs and your smiles then, like the most precious jewels, for there was life and love and desire in them. Now my love, it is too late... What chance do I have against fate. I should have bottled our moments, way back when, I should have saved all your sighs and your smiles then, like the most precious jewels, for there was life and love and desire in them. Now my love, it is too... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 4, 2013


The sweet dark warmth of a forest at night with its many noises and its utter calm... If you lay on the floor and close your eyes you can feel the tremor of thousands of hearts near and far, all around, mixed in with the scents that the sun and the rain left behind. Laying there on the floor you hear strange sounds soft whispers and loud screams. things touch you and you lay very still for though you don't want to stay there, you know you will and there among the tall mighty trees where... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

I knew him well...

He was an artist Green as the fresh born grasses in the meadow were his eyes as they shone with the brilliance of a thousand suns. When he looked at you, you felt nothing else existed but his glance and the world was yours if he said to you: "Bonne chance!" His smile had the power to seduce and enchant, white and perfect teeth contrasted with the caramel shade of h is skin and somehow, without a word, he could invite stranger's lips to smile back at him. He walked tall and erect... always... Sign in to see full entry.

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