Martas poems

S adness... Sadness is when the birds all leave, and the naked tree in the yard tries so hard to keep that one last green leaf and the leaf does not know that the old tree thinks in her lies his very last hope. And sadness also is that feeling of surprise that fills a long awaiting heart when the bird that left comes finally back but its song, which before made the lonely heart smile now makes it cry Sadness is what I felt when I watched you leave into that world that has no escape, no doors and... Sign in to see full entry.

M any times I have started this poem and just as many I have let it die, but is always there under deleted lines keeping me awake, whispering to my heart that wants to brake, "Let me out, write me now... you are making a mistake..." No one else feels its pain it or hears it scream, but at nights when exhausted I fall asleep it perversely haunts my dreams. Its a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten like some loves and the wind a poem about... Sign in to see full entry.

I stand in the heart of a raging storm like an old oak tree which bends but does not break, trusting the power of the roots of love which will not be defeated by lesser forces, no matter how loud and threatening those forces get to be. What outward might can destroy that power which is the very basis of the human heart? but I can't help but I wonder what manner of life is it which tramples so boldly and brazenly on unsuspecting innocence? I stand amidst distrust and cry large tears for my... Sign in to see full entry.

I walk through a path of frozen mud, a twisted narrow way I somehow know leads to the top. Along the way, the trees, some dressed in gold, some in red like the color of blood, tremble trying to embrace the frigid soil that shivers under a late frost. There are no sounds, except for a primitive, primal, rhythmic thump that grows louder as I continue to go forth. My body shakes. tired and hungry, lonely and untouched, as it feels the kiss of the wind so cold. My eyes look beyond the trees and the... Sign in to see full entry.

When you fall in love, not if but when... nothing will really change, The sun will come up like every day but to you it will seem a little brighter and though dew will cover the garden as every morning it has since the beginning of time now you'll notice it makes everything shine as if its drops were made of pure silver and when up in the sky you see a moon sliver as it always eventually appears... you will think just for you the moon smiles and if it happens to be full everything will look... Sign in to see full entry.

Today, I sat by a steely blue sea. and marveled at its beauty. It looked like a tapestry weaved with blue and silver threads and embroidered onto that tapestry there were little specks of white scattered everywhere.., white imprints left on the waves by the kisses from that warm and sensual wind that the past night, had strongly blown in from the South giving a delightful wetness to the morning light making the beautiful flowers smile and drenching everything in Summer's scents. I looked up at... Sign in to see full entry.

My heart watches another's heart wallow in pain and sorrow and wants to tell him to remember that there will always be a tomorrow that the hurt will subside, become more like a dull ache and that one day he'll awake noticing the night has ended and the sun that has risen has tinted his skies with color My heart wants to assure his heart, that without knowing why one day soon he will smile, he will feel no more pain, no more horror, and all the feelings paralyzed by pain, without notice... will... Sign in to see full entry.

What does she have but words to give words that even at their best cannot express feelings not even to her G-d she dares confess. And after she writes...she is left empty, for all of her was poured into that page. Her thoughts, her dreams, her heart, her love all given away to those who read her words and for an instant are allowed a glimpse into her soul. Her sanity long ago was sacrificed to the god of motivation on a long, lonely night when she needed inspiration. and now, having nothing left... Sign in to see full entry.

The sun shines and a cool breeze moves the branches of the trees that sway to a primal rhythm of bliss. Birds sing and squirrels scavenge for food, there is life everywhere... swarming, growing, plentiful like the air, children playing and singing crying and fussing... there is beauty and colors, and there is death too... in the leaf that slowly lets go and floats to the ground... and in the ant that meets its demise under a tinny foot. Its a symphony of Nature and the eyes feast on it, for they... Sign in to see full entry.

I can remember when summer lasted for ever... We built castles in the sand, went camping in the woods and the long days filled with fun seemed to crawl slowly to their end under a smiling sun. Sweet memories of running barefoot in the grass, beautiful wild flowers watching us pass while swaying in the fragrant humid breeze, framing with their vivid colors the intensity of that clumsy first kiss. Rainy afternoons spent just talking away or lazily napping in the shack by the lake. We were so... Sign in to see full entry.

I remember dreaming when I was a child dreams that were as innocent as they were wild, in which sometimes I happily played in the shade of trees that danced to the songs of the wind, as the fragrance of mangoes would come in and fade... There... in those dreams under vanilla skies sprinkled in pink, by a strawberry sun that shyly hid from a blue velvety moon that was in love with him, wonderful fantasies invaded my mind when with closed eyes I went to sleep... loosing all track of time, and... Sign in to see full entry.

There was a strange old man that I saw in the park every day when my children were little and I took them there to play, just a neighbor... not a friend, that said hello and so long he would ask me about the children,about the health of my Mom, and then would go, on his merry way with his dog. I did not know much about him... though he lived right next door, never went inside his home until the day that he died when I went in to get his dog. Sitting on the kitchen table there was a used white... Sign in to see full entry.

I knocked at that door once, twice, many times with all the power of my mind, and the strength of my dreams. The door was there, behind the clouds that formed gigantic teddy bears, war ships and clowns. When my heart was glad and when it was sad I knocked at that door, not knowing what for. Deep inside I felt I just had to try so I knocked at that door, and I laughed and I cried. I brought faith, I brought trust. but the door stayed closed. It stood there tall and silent, guarding the treasure... Sign in to see full entry.

In darkened afternoons, humid and hot, when thoughts of things that are not are all too present, all too real, the statues in the yard seem to kneel in front of dreams that will never come true, and mental images that taunted the mind from afar, come near, ever so close, and lay there untouched, waiting for a sign, a signal, to tell them they are born. In those empty lonely hours, after glorious mornings, when a lazy day suddenly erupts in symphonies of thunder and drumming raindrops, when we... Sign in to see full entry.

A moon that is almost full comes up the horizon as I make my way back home. It seems to spring out of the silvery sea to feel the warmth of the wind's kiss, I gasp at its beauty, the beauty of that moon that finds me here, full of fear, suddenly aware of my insignificance... of the triviality of my existence, for what would really change if I were not here? That moon would still rise, that moon that looks now so soft, so strangely near, and its light would still make everything look nice, The... Sign in to see full entry.

It rains hard... a soft rain, unencumbered by thunder of hail and I walk drenched in the life giving, life taking waters that from heaven fall. Its gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky where the clouds cry on, but I smile...feeling 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. The rain... Sign in to see full entry.

Footprints on the sand, washed out the sea, erased by the waves that rhythmically caressed the shore. Trillions of stars witnessed their disappearance from the midst's of the darkness of the night, yet none can tell me where they are. There is nothing left of them, like if we had never been hand in hand walking, talking, loving. I envy the power of that sea that so efficiently wiped away that remnant of us which all could see, those indentations that were tangible proof of you and me. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Tell me... from that wondrous place where you dwell in the company of angels and beings of light, can you see us well? Can you see your great grandchildren sitting at night listening to the whimsical stories you used to tell?,... when they smile, does your mind with pride swell? and when they cry do you cry by their side and even though we cannot see you, do you do what you used to when we cried in your arms and your hands softly stroke our hair until we fell asleep right there by your heart?. I... Sign in to see full entry.

A butterfly flutters about among the roses in my backyard Her yellow wings bright like the sun, move to the music that the wind plays, flaunting her beauty to Nature's song and somehow, the sight of her wilful flight lifts my heart and fills it with hope. She is so full of light, she is not afraid that birds of predators could get hold of her... putting her heart in her danse she refuses to hide and she seems so happy to be alive, but as her wings move, fanning the air they brush slightly... Sign in to see full entry.

It's raining now. I walk wrapped in the water's warm, shimmering embrace, I walk because I do not want to think. I am not walking towards but away from, thoughts I can't dismiss. The clouds above me are like flowing satin pillows of gray and fading purple and tall trees look on, their rough bark mellowed by a curtain of mist. The new born green grass is highlighted with drops of crystal, every blade swaying with a life of it's own, yet remaining one, a silent symphony of hypnotic movement. I... Sign in to see full entry.