Yesterday It fell so great But young hearts fall sometimes And people go away And it hurt To see you leave But looking down the road It’s… Read more “Find Love”
Tag: poem
Senses
Can the red of my voice be heard,
Can you feel the cry of my kind,
Can you taste the paper cut sting of the words
Or see all the thoughts of my mind?
Can you listen for all of the motions
And wait for the turn of the tenses,
Can you smell all the burning emotions
Or does smoke simply throw off the senses?
One Place and Another
Can’t the heart and mind just get along?
At least a treaty certainly is due-
A bit of me is saying that it’s wrong;
I shouldn’t still be thinking about you.
Knighttime
Moonbeams brighten night’s shadows;
I count stars like sheep.
A pane of glass locks that world from mine,
As a dangling toy afore a child.
They cry out for me,
Those flickering street lights,
With the agitated chirps of crickets.
What else is awake?
Time passes like an hour hand-
The clock is as frozen as the algid night air.
What now,
What brings sleep to restive minds?
My eyes are knights with a quest,
To seek the means by which I might meet sweet repose.
They scour the sky for an opiate,
Diving deep into the ebony ocean.
Fireflies are the lotus flowers of nighttime,
Lulling the sailors into the drowsy state of subconscious.
They catch fire like paper,
Erupting into flame and ceasing.
Scanning the watercolor tree line,
I exhale and dissolve into the night.
Gravity
Some may see it as a blessing,
Others as a cavity,
Inevitably falling to love
For humans can’t stop gravity.
I Let Me Fall
*Lyricist’s note* Inspired by the loves unrequited, fictional and nonfictional. ****************** Some nerve you have For looking oh so perfect there, I I wish you’d ask… Read more “I Let Me Fall”
Windows
I’m glad that eyes are windows
Because maybe I can pull up a search engine
That can show me what you’re hiding-
I’m glad that eyes are windows
Because yours are open and
I see opportunity,
I’m glad that your eyes are windows I can tumble into
Because open doors are slammed in my face all too often.
Rain Check
So we’re out of our homes And we both came alone See you standing in the corner, tell me nobody noticed? I’m liking your style So I… Read more “Rain Check”
Impenitent Condolences
We catch each other’s eyes and look away,
Both chicken on a collision course,
Too afraid to admit our self-denial.
Just as the smoke is rising from a bow-drill fire
You snap the stick in half,
And step on my ember with a sympathetic smile.
Forgotten
Tell me, am I just your junk-drawer habitat
Of humorous, wistful thought?
A summer hobby, maybe,
Stray pennies from your pocket?
Happenstance I jingle less than the spare key
You carelessly tuck away where every purloiner knows to peer…
Spare parts in a musty garage
To which you haven’t ventured
In a soul’s millennium.
These are sad inventions
You made up with good intentions,
But it’s hard to hear a soft heart break,
And only light shows the dust.
Water, queries I,
In your dry desert eyes
That once displayed pretty poetry smiles,
Handsome ocean shorelines?
Or is this mirage well of my wishes gone
With the slap of the sun?
Silence the words
Courteous deeds
From empty sentiments
Forgotten…
Just Katie Marie 