Martas poems

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The one she loved the most

He was the one she loved the most. Perhaps because she loved him from afar as from a bedroom window one loves the forbidden star that appears the farthest, the one that shines the brightest, or maybe because like that star he was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of her mind, and she could always count on his light. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Gladly bound by freedom... we love.

Love knows no barriers, not even that of trust. It is like space, seemingly empty, seemingly weak, yet all things that move and live have their beginning in it. I do not know its source, but I would not dare say no to it. I know that I would be blinded by it, yet I would see clearly. It would probably render me deaf, yet, I would be overwhelmed by the beauty of its song, finding myself defenseless, open, gladly bound by freedom. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

What if...

What if we were to go, you and I to where virgin sands and clean blue skies connect with crystal waters like a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances where our hearts could sing and shout out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, where life would smile through our wet lips whispering sweet words and fragile promises which would hover in the wind a while and them spiral out of sight, and mind, and reach. We would not hold ourselves there to yesterday's gifts of glad or... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 26, 2013


A s I walked home tonight I saw an old man and an old woman holding hands on their front porch. Years and years of love radiated from them, love made quiet in the security of it's power. His old plaid shirt and her purple shawl slightly touched while they swayed gently back and forth on a hanging swing. A soft, barely audible tune escaped her lips; perhaps a favorite melody of days gone by when first they had met, and their hands intertwined so naturally, as if one began where the other one... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Spring is here!

Light intrudes through her window in a most obnoxious way, kicking the pillows, she stirs in bed, and she feels the warmth of the breeze that sips through the crack in her door's glass through which freezing air whistled just a few days past. Seduced by the silky softness of her sheet's caress, she tries to go back to dreaming, back to the sweet place where she could touch with words those that her mind had traced, to that far away corner of her life beaten soul that still kept love intact in a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

nothing will ever be the same

T he sun will rise tomorrow making everything shine with its light and later, when you go to sleep the moon will be up there again like every other night. Lovers will kiss and make promises they cannot keep, and there will be tears when they make up and accept what is. Somewhere there will be a war and somewhere else there'll be peace. Babies will be born and life will probably change... or not, there will be play and work, dreams and home. I will go on, you will too. The world will keep on... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Making love...being inlove

Thunderous pleasure noises deafen all fears. velvety touches smooth our pain. we delight, finding heaven in being held, smiles in the midst of our tears and as our bodies feed our need our souls merge and we weep, satiating our thirst, flying high... through the mist of our forgotten will Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Where poets dwell

T here are many places in nature that fill us with awe they capture our souls, never again letting go. Among all those there is one I know too well It is the place where poets dwell, a land of a million words, where one can walk or fly among the birds, swim in the waters of one's own birth, or float peacefully within oneself It is a province of kings, queens and poor love stricken peasants, where flowers and cute little creatures can be the forests only tenants It is a place where monsters of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

The perfect moment

The day is over, the night begins... and the stars group together in the transparent dark 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 fragrant mango tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. Sometimes, when we find beauty we are afraid to breathe and living falls second to our need to dream Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 25, 2013

That indescribable feeling..

I love the feeling that possesses me when the need to write seizes my heart and fighting its way through my mind's maze a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becoming real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. and becomes alive in the darkness... that darkness which once I was afraid off, but now I see as the colorless background of fertile,... Sign in to see full entry.

"Wishing is silly anyway"...

A golden cage sits by a window inside a red brick house that stands alone among the trees growing in the inlet by the road. Its gilded roof shimmers in the light of a sun that peeks through a cloudy crying sky. In the cage, surrounded by bars adorned by precious stones, a lonely bird stands on an elaborate swing made out of gold. There is food everywhere and treats galore, and a tinny silver bell for her to ring if she should want more. The bird is silent...just looking through the glass of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Treasured memory

W e stood by a powerful waterfall, shimmering in the light of the moon, a moon like this one tonight not quite round but full of light. There were.moving carpets of green and flowers of blue and red and purple, so many flowers I had never seen. The tall trees extended the beauty towards silver spotted clouds which undulated against an endless mysterious, transparent blue, were zillions of stars seemed to smile down at us. All these I saw, all these I felt, so when you kissed me as you knelt and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 22, 2013


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 I knew... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 21, 2013


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.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The night dreams its blue

T he black 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 sad memories and this dream... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


T onight while the moon smiles through its silver haze and gentle winds blow through the mystic meadows of your sleeping heart, I will slip into the spaces of your dream, kiss your lips and lovingly say your name. Do not awaken my love... Just let me love the changing colors of your dansing, iridescent soul. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 18, 2013

The rain...

T he rain in the city was either sad, soft and persistent or torrential and inconvenient, but always inconsequential, for instead of being an event the rain falling on the buildings always became part of the city itself, not stopping anything, not changing much... but today, in the forest, the rain was special, magical, intense, and with the infinite possibilities of its wet touch, it drenched the trees, the soil, my soul melting upon all, with an immense confused sound not unlike that of a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Winter Ghosts

W hite winter skies, drained of blues, Blank, but not empty, like canvases erased. Ghosts of past clouds run within them, stirred by cold, misty humid winds. My ghosts are also disturbed by the empty sight of nothingness, ghosts of ideas and feelings that once were, essences that remained behind when I thought I had forgotten, images of those I have loved and lost... they all come back to haunt me, when I stare at the sky, on white, blank, winter days. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

How I love this time of the night...

H ow I love this time of the night, so quiet, separate from the rest of the world, when I sense the earth begin to slow its turning and feel my body, pressing down into silky cool white sheets, each move creating a soft touch, here and there. Silently, my mind caresses me, trying to let go of the pressures of the day and as I recount my blessings, I feel it, a strange sense of loss, of want, of knowing that I need what I do not yet know and it is then I miss the touch I've never felt, the scent... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 15, 2013

If I could...

if I could... I would take the colors of the sunset and draw in the sky a brand new world tailored to you and to your needs, where cat’s claws stayed always curled and your thoughts would all be sweet. There would be no nightmares in your world no long weeks of work, no fatigue, absolutely no suffering, for pain would not exist, Hunger would not be a word because no one would know what it meant. Sickness, totally non existent, children would run, laugh and play and bad memories would not be... Sign in to see full entry.

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