Martas poems

I smile as I watch you sleep ~ body curled up like a little child captured in its mothers love. And I wonder to myself how we can live this life never seeing love's total grace and beauty, its sanctity in the eyes of another, in the gentleness of a hand, and the playful curve of smiling lips. Perhaps we look too deeply, or know not for what to look for. Or maybe we fear abandoning ourselves to the uncertainties of love's movement. Sleep on now. Take your rest. Let your shadow wander to some... 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.

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.

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.

T here are five little people in my life, five loves I cannot hide They are all special and I love them all each in his own special way has captured my soul, for each of them has something that sets him, or her, apart from the rest. There is Joey, seven, my first love, the very, very best he is sweet, smart and stubborn, he always wants to win, but no matter how angry he is, when I stare at him, he has to smile and grin, for to him I am his love and he can never get mad at me. Then there is my... Sign in to see full entry.

I n the shadow of memory I love you still. I was so young, so inexperienced, not knowing which clues to follow. And bold, excited words waited in the innocence, wanting to be spoken, unsure exactly of how. Your love was perfect art, never the same, liquid, changing with my feelings, my every desire, my every mood. You were my mythical prince: sheer elegance and grace never before defined, with luscious eyes, brown and inviting, yet private and elusive. And an intelligent man, your gaze brimming... Sign in to see full entry.

s itting with my grand kids by the ocean shore I felt tranquil and at peace... I smiled as one of them running at the highest speed of his 4 year old little feet came and grinning sweetly sat next to me, "Nana... look! why is that bird dipping in the sea?" -He is fishing...darling...don't you see? look at the way he grabs the little fish- A minute passed by and he said: "Nana...why is the sea blueish?..." -Well sweetie it just reflects the color of the sky- "and why is the sky blue?" -Hmmm I... Sign in to see full entry.

L egend says that in the garden of innocence among a myriad of colors and scents, grows one special, unassuming and all consuming golden flower which essence... could save the world. It is the flower of Love. Many are the books that speak of this feeling which throughout history has turned kings into peasants and peasants into kings. Many are the minds that have tried to describe it, philosophers, poets...great men and ordinary lovers, all who have felt it and knows of its agony and its bliss... Sign in to see full entry.

A blank page stares back at her from top of her desk. She is pen in hand, ready to go, but words refuse to flow, and ideas that just a while ago seemed so worthy of a line melt into her many thoughts, slipping by her troubled mind. What had he done to her, he with his golden words, that so tenderly touched and sweetly awoke in her everything she thought was lost. Who is he, he who she does not know and yet knows so well. She sits by the porch light and watches a moth do its death dance coming... Sign in to see full entry.

S itting by the long bay window that you built for me, smoking a cigarette, I look out to the garden through the colored glass. and see out there your pensive silhouette against the light of a sky that does not smile, framed by the shinning drops of dew sleeping on the grass. Its a magical sight, and you are so still, like a Greek statue frozen in time... I wish I knew what you think, what goes through your mind when you stand so quiet, and look so far. Are you scared? Are you mad? Do you know... Sign in to see full entry.

R emember when we thought we were in paradise, you and I, where virgin sands and clean blue skies connected with crystal waters, as though it were a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances, when our hearts sang and shouted out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, when life smiled through our wet lips whispering sweet words and fragile promises which hovered in the wind a while and then spiraled out of sight, and mind, and reach. We did not hold ourselves to yesterday's... Sign in to see full entry.

H e dreamed his paintings long before their birth, in sleepless nights when feverish he tossed in bed visions and images filling his head. He would approach the canvass and touch it as if it were alive caressing the blank surface with the paintless brushes creating invisible forms of the feelings in his mind Hour after hour he would stare at it's blankness not eating, not talking, impervious of time Sometimes she felt afraid for his sanity, for his health, but laying next to him, there was... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

A small, tender plant fights its way through pieces of concrete. Unnoticed and alone it struggles upward, unknowing of the hurried steps above and of the heat of day which will test its strength, its very life. Yet, against all odds...it survives. Each day it grows a little taller, a little more defined until it blooms in all splendor and catches in its spell a way-ward bee or some sharp eye which realizes the beauty of small, unnoticed life, and so appreciates life in general a little more The... Sign in to see full entry.

S ome 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 I look at the world... I... Sign in to see full entry.

W hat lies beneath the white cold snow? Blades of blue-green grass, and flowers waiting to grow. What lies beneath the starry sky? Sweet memories of days gone by and the hopes and dreams of days to come. What lies beneath the thoughts of you? Visions of what could have been of things we said we would do. What lies beneath this empty feeling? The knowledge that there will be no new beginning and the lie I tell my self that it does not matter, that I am OK. Sign in to see full entry.

L ay on the grass with me, while the sun says good-bye and look at the many colors he leaves in our sky, pinks, oranges, purples and that special cerulean blue that so often you used as your very unique hue, when you painted our life in your canvases way back then... that blue that was so you. Come my love, right here next to me, feel the subtle breeze that makes the flowers bend as if they were bowing to the parting of the day, everything its darker now, but the sun's last ray has made it to... Sign in to see full entry.

T rust me, I know too well that place where sun is dark, and life seems ominous and menacing, like a thief at midnight hiding in a bush all set to pounce and harm. But such has no power but that of shock and fear, you can only fall for it when your heart is caught off-guard, unprepared. Come, let me help you deal with your pain. Let us walk together through the raging storm of doubt and fear. No harm will come, for loud these voices be that crowd your head and threatening, they are but... Sign in to see full entry.

A nd so I am sitting here trying to think with an empty page in front of me, waiting for my heart to tell me what to write, because the mind just does not want to risk letting go of the thoughts of you it has kept away from the rumblings of the world out there and its hard to write about anything else, anything else about which I don't care. It is such a beautiful night and I am here all by myself the stars are brighter than ever and there seem to be more of them. The sliver of moon there is,... Sign in to see full entry.