Martas poems

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

Regrets

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

Enlightenment

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.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Some day

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 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. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A nd when I die, I pray I can stay in the colors that in the sunset glow to remind those who doubt that there is Love. I would like to be like a sudden wind gust that closes windows and opens doors and exist behind a magical mirror giving the ones that gaze upon it new hope, If G-d pretmits me, at night, I will haunt the ruins of this old house walking for ever its corridors to the rhythm of the rushing of the sea, a ghost that no one will see, propelled by memories...quiet as a mouse, crying... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

On a night like tonight

I want to write tonight I need to write, for writing helps me understand, understand how is it that someone can hurt so much and still love another whom one does not trust. Writing has always cleared things for me as if by putting thoughts down on paper I could see what is true and what is not, what is and what will be... but it is not working, it is not so easy now to know, is not all sunshine or snow the winds of change are all too strong and I have gotten too involved, too close. So, tired of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

After

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.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

If I were a shadow

I f I were a shadow, ethereal and transparent empty of form, you could fill me with your love with your thoughts, with you.... If I were upset, you could say things to calm me down, to soothe me; leaving me with smiles. And then, you could come back for what you had left behind, the core of me... that longed for you. If I were a shadow lost in time... always in the darkness I would linger, waiting for you to pull me near and say you love me; but you would not, Instead you'd say: "its not the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Come my friend...

Come... lets try and find the place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies, Once gazed upon it blinds, then gives true sight; it makes the eyes see the real beauty of the world. It shines light on the true nature of all things, both seen and unseen. It awakens real love, and though it does not remove the mystery of life, it brings total clarity to minds once lost in the fog of being. It is greater than destiny and it is where we belong, what we are.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Summer's revelation

Central Park is this morning, truly a wonderful place. People walk up and down, talking, smiling, at rest, dressed in colorful clothes, and behaving their best. But if one looks beyond it, pass the fanfare and facade one can see in those faces, many stories, many tales, images of other times, other lives, other places.. and maybe even the traces of the tears that not so long ago, rolled down the smiling faces that walk by me as a go I look around and a see a multitude of things. There are... Sign in to see full entry.

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