Martas poems

H e will find another woman. Love fades, time passes and even huge fires end up as ashes. Sometimes, even if no one wants it feelings and touches get old, and he will seek someone else to hold once I am from his life gone. He might tell her he forgot my last kiss and pretend he does not care if she says my name... but one day... perhaps when he hears an old song or sees someone that resembles me, he will think of all the words we said all the things we shared and his heart will skip a beat It... Sign in to see full entry.

I know a place down by 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. It is in that place, where my soul finds the reasons it forgot it had for wishing for what it does not have, where my soul feels free to fly up high into that ethereal, mysterious space where dreams reside. It is there, down... Sign in to see full entry.

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 leaves, the flowers, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

I am with you... thinking about you, sitting in your shadow, your silent shadow that like the reflection of the trees on the placid water of the river trembles with the motion of the wind. With my head resting on your lap I stare at the sky trying not to think of tomorrows, hoping that if a tear escapes my eyes and I sigh you'll think that I am just watching a beautiful bird pass by Behind your gentle face I can see the sunset framing you with its vibrant colors, the perfectly woven tapestry of... Sign in to see full entry.

Its late. The day is done and there were many things I got to do one of them being not thinking of you. I feel dreams knocking at the back door of my brain and I feel tired, spent, but not in pain... with an almost pleasant numbness in my head... and yes, there are traces of you still in there, but to a peaceful, restful night they are no threat for they are just like the tracks of a long departed jet plane across a blue sky, just lingering there, empty, floating in the air, awaiting the wind of... Sign in to see full entry.

I am standing by the window of the study thinking about you mom, looking out at the wide sweep of a green valley spotted here and there with patches of color...so bright... and I marvel at the sight, because not two weeks ago everything out there was white, covered in a cotton- like late snow. I can see from here the river flow... bordering the miles of flat woods that run towards the straight line of the horizon as someone trying to escape would, and right on it... on that imaginary line which... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

Life eating life all around, everywhere... the life of the flesh destroying the life of the spirit, flesh eating dreams, earth swallowing trees and homes and people, humans cannibalizing their dreams through warfare. Life eating life. Selfishness gobbling up love, greed snatching crumbs from naked, dirty children with distended bellies. Trust eaten alive by deception and betrayal. What manner of life is it which tramples so boldly and brazenly on unsuspecting innocence? We stand amidst disease... Sign in to see full entry.

Her life she gave to others and forgot to become the woman that as a girl she dreamed she would be. Days passed fast and busy, leaving her heart numb. and like the waves that run their course in the sea looking, searching for the shore that will give them what they seek, she followed her path routinely, raising children, always giving forgetting to take the time she needed for dreaming. she was just a woman to be continued Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes the sun rises in streaks of pink that reach across the darkness like fingers of light painting a beauty, delicate and unique, sweet and soft like a Japanese print Others, his light appears angry and intense like a force emanating from hell, its brightness from behind the trees projecting and high reaching rays make the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. Still, other times like today the sun just slips out from his home in the dark with a message of love in his rays and... Sign in to see full entry.

To try to explain love to someone that has not been in love is like trying to explain to a blind man what the sky looks like full of stars or how the many colors of a rainbow, so different, look so beautiful all together in their giant arch. Only one who has been in love can understand love, for only having been there does one know the incessant excitement that makes one's blood rush, the primal need to always be near that one person that is more important to us than we are to ourselves. Only... Sign in to see full entry.

Its gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky where the clouds cry on, walking along, I feel small in the middle of it all and at the same time somehow tall, like I could reach the top of those trees that dance back and forth to the music of the wind. People run to hide behind their walls but I walk on happily listening to the storm. while the rain caresses me, cleansing my soul, and my heart, sings a song I'd never heard before. Sign in to see full entry.

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 but who see only pictures from their mind and 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 look at the world... I... Sign in to see full entry.

I smile as I watch you sleep body curled up like a little child captured in his mother's love. In your peaceful face I see love's total grace and beauty, its sanctity in the gentleness of your hand and in the playful curve of your lips I see the flavor of your soul. Sleep my love. Take your rest. Let your shadow wander to some distant place where love flourishes and dwells as a small creature would, waiting to be born, among visions of what will be and memories of what was Sleep, love, sleep. Sign in to see full entry.

T he night dreams it is blue and the stars seem to group together as if they were discussing the beauty of a moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a snow covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. I am alone in the dark. Time does not exist Nothing is real in this night that shouldn't be Only I am here, only me, my memories and this dream and my... Sign in to see full entry.

Happy Valentine friends... A perfect occasion to thank you all for all the warmth, encouragement and love you constantly give me. I am taking a few days off and as the picture shows enjoying the snow:-) May you spend your day having as much fun as I am having... Love to all:-) xoxoxo Sign in to see full entry.

I feel you in the warmth of the sun that softly touches my skin as a walk by the sea and the thought of you, sweetens my tears, you, the one I want near. You come to me in the wind that smells of far away places and pushes the waves to kiss the sand and in that water and in its salt, As I walk I feel that I have been, since the beginning of time, always incomplete, and you have existed somewhere deep in my mind, within my being, a sweet shadow cornered in silence. Sign in to see full entry.

we spin great webs of circular reasoning, and call it virtue, life and truth while Truth stands amused at this little wave which does not see it is the ocean. and misses the simple meaning of it all: We don't need to search near or far, we just are. Sign in to see full entry.

When the moon smiles... even a sliver of her smile is enough to warm my heart... and illuminate my life and though there are thillions of stars shinning all around my moon none of t hem seems to me as bright for my thoughts go far away to the sweetness of that night when we kissed under her light Sign in to see full entry.

On the shadow of pyramids he stands in the square, protesting his life's path and he dances and he sings, stomping on the sand, the sand that does not mind being under his feet because it knows that someday it will be over him I want to say to him, "good health and good luck I don't know where you come from but I know where you'll go for no matter which way you take life will always be in front of you and no matter how far you get the one thing that will always find you besides hopefully love,... Sign in to see full entry.