Hidden Love

Life Is A Beach

I lay down in the dampened sand

A little too close to the waves

I wish to feel a helping hand

And maybe the sun's rays



Daylight makes way for the evening star

The tide is slowly rising

I hope to travel very far

Yet love is still depriving



Back and forth the waves I feel

I tense as they get near

Go on I say, do what you will

And then I have no fear



Dreams sweet dreams take over til morn

I awaken all anew

Then upon myself I shall adorn

The refreshing morning dew



My kindred spirit has gone with the tide

When shall we meet again

The memories are deep inside

I'm ready to begin



Delta Elise

copyright 2000

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I fall in love too easily

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the love

a true love is some~one by just looking at her everything you

were mad at

feared

hated

even things u thought u loved

slides away like a second skin



a true love is the one person your think of when you wake up &

the last thing on your mind when u go to bed

every where a beautiful thing is, it looks like her, in every shape & form



my true love goes to my school

she is all these things to me

all~though she doesn't know it

if she left my world would shatter

the only thing that keeps me going is the thought that i might catch a ray of her brillance that shines off her



all~though these thoughts are my own some day they will be set free

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this about kacey mcaslin a girl in the 7th grade that i really like

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"Into Who You Are"

by Jeph Johnson

 

the pain of uncertainty
subsides for awhile
when your smile invades my eyes
the softness, the sureness
the lenses that blur us
from what may become a disguise
dreams seem attainable
burdens restrainable
when your hand barely touches my skin
walls fall around me
there now is a found key
to unlock the door to get in

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000 

 

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HEART OF GLASS

YOU'RE THINKING BY NOW

THAT NOBODY LOVES YOU,

AND FROM YOUR HURTING

SOUL,

COMES SAD THE HUNTING SOUND

OF FLUTES AND VIOLINS.



AND YOUR LOVE SOUNDS

I HEAR THEM IN THE WIND,

SO CLEAR TO ME LIKE WINDCHIMES,

AND SULTRY THE MUSE OF YOUR

LOVE CHARMS



THAT COME AND GO WITH YOU,

LIKE MELTED DEWDROPS OF GOLD AND

SILVER,

UNSEEN BY ALL AND FROM HUMAN

EYES



GATHERED TOGETHER IN ANGEL DUST,

BY THE LOVE FAIRIES,

THAT HAD BLESSED YOUR LIFE FROM

THE BEGINNING,

WITH GREAT LOVES.



YOUR LOVERS SEEM TO FADE AWAY

IN THE SOFT SOUNDS THAT MAKES THE

NIGHTS,

AND IN THE GENTLE WIND THERE'S  A

RAPSODY IN BLUE,



WITH IRISES AND ROSES IN  FULL BLOOM

THAT PLAYS WITH LOVE AND OPEN DEVOTION,

STILL MY LOVE TO YOU,

IN THE WHITE SILENT OF THE WIND



THAT BRINGS YOU BACK TO ME,

IN THE SWEET SOUNDS OF WINDCHIMES AND

VIOLINS,

TO RESIDE FOREVER IN  YOUR HEART OF GLASS.





LADYDP2000

copyright@2000

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MYSTIFYED

I WAS MISTIFYED BY THE MISTERY IN YOUR

EYES,

AS YOU CAME UP TO ME AND

QUICK YOU LEFT ME IN THE SUNRISE.



SO I WAS SO APPREHENSIVE,

WHEN I SAW YOU AGAIN IN PLAIN

DAYLIGHT AND STARTED  TO RAIN,

AND YOU SEEING  ME SO SAD,



YOU DREW FOR ME, A BIG RAINBOW

HIGH IN THE GRAY SKY,

AND THEN YOU LEFT ME AGAIN

WITH THE SUNSHINE AND YOUR SHADOWS.



LADYDP2000

copyright@2000

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A Fire Glows Within

Folder: 
~B~

Listen to the silence
of the softly falling snow.
It brings to mind a special place
for you and I to go.

A secret place for just us two
that no one else can see.
Because it exists only in our minds
this place we long to be.

So let the clouds close in
and let the sky grow dim.
For a cabin in the woods awaits
and a fire glows within.

When the snow falls cold and deep
I'll walk out to meet you there.
Then close the door on the world
close the door on all our cares.

In a cabin warm, we'll have our fill
of snuggling close, a winter's bliss.
As dusk decends, hearts exploring passion
beginning with a kiss.

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To Carla--------(Song of the inner child)

Folder: 
Better Poems

 

 

Why offer your hand to hold
When I'm holding back a waterfall

My gift, my curse,
Is my two little feet
Firmly on the ground;
No maniac howls of pain from me,
No crazy shifts in ideation:
I'm Jesus Christ, I'm Joan of Arc, I'm a beached whale

Just a feminine little girl
Who thinks she's the King's son
Incognito in this town

I can't entertain the townsfolk
As a troubadour
But I can play Tragedy

How can you give me your hand?
--a hand right through my dike--
This waterfall could become my flood

You'd call me a pest
You'd  want other little girls
The palace would be shamed.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was written to a grown-up who tried to befriend me when I was a little girl, but I was unable to let her in, for fear that my sadness would overwhelm her.

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Little Angel

Little angel sittin on the sidelines

Pure smooth satin, wings that glimmer

Her smile says that everything’s fine

Eyes that let her deep blue soul shimmer



Present a perfect face, kind and good

Scream your truth, as all men should

Fight the system that embraces your world

Break space, break mind, break pain, all hurled



Bring about freedom’s revenant

Little angel with one wing bent

You’ve glimpsed the truth, photographed the hope

You’ve seen the viper of the hangman’s rope



Little angel on the sidelines

Pure smooth satin, wings that glimmer

A voice says everything is fine

And eyes that let her deep blue soul shimmer



Beauty, mind, strength, spirit

Future, small or great, there’s no need to fear it

Can you withstand the shaping fires?

Or will this angels frame adorn the funeral pyres?



Little angel on the sidelines

Pure smooth satin, wings that glimmer

Aura that says everything is fine

With eyes that let her deep blue soul shimmer

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About a woman who is more dear to me than either of us will probably ever know. She isn't near to me (though i wish she was) just dear to me. If that sounds too melodramatic, then let's just say she is the coolest person i know, and the most like me of any of the people i've written poems about. ;)

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Love's Requiem







Love's Requiem





When I am dead, encased in dirt,

With the concrete slab in place,

You may then know grief and a hopeless despair,

But for me there won't be a trace.

For I shall have peace and I won't feel a thing,

Though you kneel at my grave through the night.

Maybe then you can learn what true loneliness is,

And what loving a cold heart is like.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

It would be obvious to anyone who has ever been involved in a cold relationship, that my motive for this poem was unrequited love.  The fact that I was married to the object of that love only made it worse.

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