Martas poems

The snow has stopped and the world looks like a painting. White wispy strokes swirling on a gloomy sky... which appears almost transparent...with a silvery sheen, such as I have never seen, so beautiful in its own unique way, so hypnotic, so passionate, so intense... for the winds left over from the storm have not subsided yet and they push things around as they play shaking the ice covered trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide. I like this subdued, whimsical... Sign in to see full entry.

What dreams may come on nights when we await the sun, so tired, so awake, remembering smiles, recalling mistakes, when memories we thought had long been gone return to haunt and make us pay for the arrogance of thinking we could put them away. What dreams may come when on a lonely bed we lay and we close our eyes reluctant to admit we are scared, knowing we are powerless, but still afraid to pray, realizing we are nothing and yet feeling we are there, pons of destiny, without a will, without a... Sign in to see full entry.

W hat dreams may come on nights when we await the sun, so tired, so awake, remembering smiles, recalling mistakes, when memories we thought had long been gone return to haunt and make us pay for the arrogance of thinking we could put them away. What dreams may come when on a lonely bed we lay and we close our eyes reluctant to admit we are scared, knowing we are powerless, but still afraid to pray, realizing we are nothing and yet feeling we are there, pons of destiny, without a will, without a... Sign in to see full entry.

L isten to the wind now that the magic of the moonlight is on and the journey of the stars is in plain view. Listen to the wind and watch how it caresses the sea just so, making the water tremble as it awaits its kiss, creating sweet waves deep within it that in turn rush to touch the white sandy shores, leaving there as a memorial the sea weeds that the tide had tore the night before. Listen to that wind while it whispers to the tall palm trees that humbly bend to salute him with respect, and... Sign in to see full entry.

F or all its beauty, its grandeur, its vastness and finite stretches of self invented time; for all its knowledge, its experience, its varieties of sorrow and its occasional joys; for all its gods and devils, demons and saints, its well thought out schemes of death overcome... the journey of the mind is but a fabulous dream, a brief ripple on the shallow waters of our lives. Come, lets try and see this place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies,... Sign in to see full entry.

I t thunders... and my soul gets thrown once more into a world long gone, a world of hopes crushed where dreams usually died before being born, a place of dark gray skies and clouds that raced always away pushed by a wind that knew could never stay, a world of cold tears in warm afternoons, of thinking memories had gone away, only to feel them come back again strong and vivid... to mercilessly play with my mind and make me feel in an instant of agony the eternity of time I walk under the... Sign in to see full entry.

You come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation, old and new that leaves in my lips a taste I never knew You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter if your hair is black as night yellow as a cozy fire's light, or white like the clouds in that sky so blue... it does not matter because it is you, You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of... Sign in to see full entry.

W here would the sea go without a shore to come home to? The mighty sea, what would it do with its miles and miles of clear blue water, rushing endlessly towards that strip of sand, to meet its destiny, to meet its land, if it were to realize that there is nothing there, nothing to find? Where would the sun rays go without a meadow to shine upon? The all powerful sun, with all its colors, brightness and warmth, what would it do without the world, with no soft skins to tan, no flowers to help... Sign in to see full entry.

I could love you if you would let me. My soul is calling you softly to the winds of space, but you are not listening. When you do, when you hear me, know that its safe to come out. You will find here nothing but fragrant flowers and soft grasses, deep cloudless skies of blue and sunsets of gold - the habitat of my dreams, where you are welcomed, needed, desired. My soul sees your soul dansing freely behind that wall of fears. Let me help you tear down what holds you back from paradise; for I can... Sign in to see full entry.

If only she could start anew... but like smoke in the wind her life has evaporated, she is nothing but a dusty road where footprints remain like a shrine to the past. She looks up into the darkness of a night where the stars hide in the rain and she feels like a zero that one ads in vain, like a rose without a scent, like a once thought important but now forgotten date, a traveler on a long trip to nowhere, watching a sad moon through the crying windows of an empty train. She believes she is... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

Some early mornings I dream you while walking under dying stars through a deafened path of absence, your feet covered with dust and moist with dew. You come near... so near I can see your empty half and know I belong there, and I reach to touch your heart, but then I remember the echoes of the night, the echoes from the dreams that I forgot when I buried my wings so long ago to become the soil where another's dreams could grow. The murmurs of the forces of the new born light softly silence for... Sign in to see full entry.

Some early mornings I dream you while walking under dying stars through a deafened path of absence, your feet covered with dust and moist with dew. and you come near... so near I can see your empty half and know I belong there, and I reach to touch your heart but then I remember the echoes of the night, the echoes from the dreams that I forgot when I buried my wings so long ago to become the soil where another's dreams could grow. The murmurs of the forces of the new born light softly silence... Sign in to see full entry.

They met, they felt and somehow they knew it was true, The courtship began as they danced the dance of love. He with flowers in hand told her he was hers forever. She feeling desired...and happy, promised to always be there. The wedding was a fairy tale, their passion grew with time. and the sorrows that they faced,they faced together. She had found her dream, he, the love he looked for, in her arms. And life went on...until one day, for no apparent reason and to their dismay, their passion... Sign in to see full entry.

A butterfly danced around a fire on a moonless night admiring the hypnotic brightness of its flame, the warmth she felt as she came near made her feel good about herself and she put aside her instinctive fear as she caught her reflection in the deep puddles summer rains had left on the floor the night before. She loved the way her wings sparkled in the brightness of that fire's glow she knew she should leave but she did not want to go she wanted more of it...she wanted it so, and with every... Sign in to see full entry.

I will hold your hand in the morning and let you guide me into a bright new day and through the soft rays of the raising sun I will walk with you... and pray Enchanted by the marvel of your love I will shade my eyes from the light of your soul as I do from the sun itself and instead of being blinded by its glow I will relish the subtle tones of pink and blue that color my life, since I have you When noon comes and shadows disappear, and the pavement burns, so will my heart burn with desire for... Sign in to see full entry.

Paint me capture my soul again and again and paste it on a white canvass It will not ease your mind not unless dreams can ease time. Keep me away from everything that once meant something far from that place we reached by loving, but you can not keep my soul it is free and it belongs to the world. as once yours did too, remember.... when the leaves were falling that cold September and you swore you loved me but it could not be the love that I wanted, only you and me, for your art came first, and... Sign in to see full entry.

I can sit by you as if you were not there, you can pass by me and I will not turn around, I can speak of what was without pain or regret, but I cannot forget I can look into your eyes while I keep talking keep up with conversation without missing a word. I can even say your name as if we had never met, but I cannot forget I can shake your hand and mine would not tremble and I can see you with her without even a sigh. I can go through my days smiling and not even try to call you, or see you, or... Sign in to see full entry.

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 looking for, its... Sign in to see full entry.

May this New Year bring you all the happiness you deserve. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the support and kind words that have made this past year so much easier for me, you have become a very important and dear part of my life. I look forward to reading your fabulous work and to sharing my poems with you. All my love. Marta Sign in to see full entry.