Martas poems

I want... the glow of this sunset to drench my veins with the golden warmth that from it emanates. I want the earth to move, my body to vibrate everything to tell me to melt, I want that very first kiss back so that I can feel what I then felt. I want to linger by the shore of that lake with closed eyes, sitting in the hood of your car, next to you, and just fly, I want to watch the full moon in the sky shine forgetting about everything else, even time. I want to talk in the phone for hours on... Sign in to see full entry.

Let it, Let the rain fall on you, Feel its coolness take away the heat, the burning, that was there before, allow yourself to melt into what you feel and quiet your heart until fears are no more... Let it hold you in its wet embrace and feel... without thoughts of what will happen next Drink its life giving waters like the flowers,, the grass, the trees... and in the hidden sun's subdued light nothing and everything, with your heart you'll see in that instant knowing all isgood, all is right... Sign in to see full entry.

...I am far from the sea shore but the breeze brings me from far away scents of home and though summer has arrived... the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with life, forming green waves that reach as far as I can see and take with them my hopes and my dreams, fueling my imagination with a fire full of magic and thrill Those living waves of green... could they possibly reach that unending line which... Sign in to see full entry.

Tell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when the storm rages, and the rain writes mysterious messages on your window's glass, when thunder and lightning rush through your room hastening the beat of your heart, Do you forget that the sun is still... Sign in to see full entry.

Thunder heralding the coming of a storm, a cry announcing a life being born, screams tell us of, highlight and bring about happiness, surprise, pain, all the noises of life.. they make our heart beat faster, or slow it to a barely moving pace. The sound of a voice can change what we think... what we feel, and music... music can transport us to another place but sometimes one single drop of water sliding down a face tells us silently more about another than all of them. Sign in to see full entry.

You, that like me go through life half empty half full, never asking the questions that would get you truth, content with existing, getting by, seemingly happy in the knowledge that you survive.... You, who have inhabited my heart for such a long time... since that day when we were torn apart by a fate that if there were justice should be damned. You, who I always go to in my mind when I need to escape from the busy world I live in and who I have adored, and for whom I have sinned. You, are... Sign in to see full entry.

Here we are you and I, walking together on different paths. Yours taking you where you came from, towards long awaited, well thought goals, always firmly and always sure drenched in vissions of more and more Mine winds around hopes and dreams never letting me see ahead, and ignoring the whispers and the screams of all the words my soul has bled it take me through fields of blue and green spotted with flowers I have never before seen but that with their colors promise me a world in which I will... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.