Poetry Blogs (New)
You are the art of my dreams.
The muse of my thoughts
and the sweetness of my soul.
a gentle aura surrounding mine
sending messages through the skin and bone
what a funny way to live,
what a peaceful time
to be alive.
to dare what is romance between the reality of life and visions
to desire not only a life
but two paths in one.
-G. N. D.
Friday 14th September 2018 2:25 am
As I grow, I see many places to live by
I see the true nature of life,
On how doll and peaceful it can be.
But what is life without sorrow?
What is life without dreams of the melancholic soul?
Just a thought of a restless mind.
Wednesday 27th June 2018 3:15 am
My love, I need you.
Here I am falling in love with the beauty of the world.
Waiting for you, as if it were the end of the world.
I do not mind the wait,
I have the time.
But I have to be honest,
I need you.
I've felt you before,
and that's fine
Someday I'll see you,
and I'll know.
And even if you do not know, it's fine.
I have love to give and loves will ...
Sunday 3rd June 2018 3:56 am
After a pause due to computer woes, I return to the airwaves with this offering. Its predominant theme appears to be the fear of change which, for me at least, is pervasive.
On The Border
The sky's dissolved in enveloping greys,
close as blankets, cold like hotel sheets;
looking over your shoulder as dawn raises day -
you test the gloaming's disdain for lamp-lit streets.
Thursday 22nd February 2018 3:01 am
Only in the dark I see the day.
I see the day when the sky is full of stars.
I see the day were you only hear the wind howling smoothly in my window.
The noises of the animals being alive;
were you can hear only a little the waves of the ocean...
That's when I think of us more deeply.
Only in the dark I see my dreams flowing closely,
telling me that dreams could be realities waiting for m...
Thursday 26th October 2017 2:07 pm
I had that dream again...
You and me dancing on some random beach.
I felt your hands on my thighs,
moving me gently with your warm eyes.
You were looking at me like if it was the first time,
the first time of holding me with your warm hands.
I remember it clearly now.
My head was resting on your chest,
I know you were smelling my hair and
playing with it just like y...
Thursday 24th August 2017 3:31 am
There was once a man,
charming in the flesh
He fell in love with a woman,
who he described her as a universe with the brightest stars.
She was his dream,
a dream that came close with his reality.
There was once a man,
bewitched with all.
He dare not speak,
for not to ruin all.
He cared for his beloved,
as if she was the heart of it all.
Until he met his dem...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:30 am
Kiss me now I say,
and I promise I won't cry.
Tell me, what do you see?
Do you see this sad soul searching for clues or
do you see someone who has the same soul as yours?
Life is such a wonder,
to live not knowing things and to die for something worth it.
I say now kiss me,
I'm not sure what will happen next.
But I promise is worth it.
Life is such a beauty....
Friday 7th July 2017 2:59 am
And yet those nights are cold,
without the warmth of another soul.
Having this desire of speaking with the dark,
to urge something to feel...
And yet it remains what it is,
what it is the dream and what it is the reality of the dream.
Friday 9th June 2017 3:53 am
You had me finally sleeping
Of you I started dreaming
they were made up images
My eyes haven't had the chance
To witness your vivid image.
What happen for me to ache so bad?
I don’t understand this.
How is it you I miss
You are no where
I cant be there
I've never held your hand
Your eyes I have not stared into
Though you are every where.
Without you I can not...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 5:58 am
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Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
I was not aware how weak I was,
Till I felt your voice,
The reaction I had to you
As my new favorite song.
I had no choice
After you I was going
To bad if where I was headed
How the minute my soul awakened
from a pit so far down
it be considered a ghost,
God need not help me then
for he knew I was long gone
already down on my knee's
Monday 19th September 2016 6:47 am
Exotic colored clothes
metallic braced teeth
a refusal to be sex symbol
punk aura underneath
Living in a plastic bag
as a germfree adolescent
in '77 you proclaimed we where all going mad
Age, you're so afraid
of the silly billys
and been strangled by plastic popper beads
I know you're antiseptic
but your deodrant sme...
Tuesday 19th July 2016 11:46 am
Recall through the face at the door
that saturday morning one solid blank
grey window, scrubbed slab
beyond, several feet and more
laid the catapult, a pointed edge
from a distant acre fed, wind-side.
The concentric pattern in velvet
curtain brushed my hand as I reached
to turn and swing, oiled lock routine
the knives of cold the comfort
between the welcome and rain...
Saturday 27th February 2016 1:33 am
Returning to my hotel room
the way arrayed with artless dust
settling at my wood-chewed seat
crafting a plan to hatch this eve
feeding the scar of cream curtain.
The depth of outside shatters within
voices ring out in stuck symmetry
the gramophone and a fiend's cackle
this draught declines my fervent plea
a brush so worn as to paint me cold.
Sunday 7th February 2016 7:17 pm
Errant in the dark, the telltale signs
we saw catapult us fifteen miles
through gulley and field
uproot and cascade, we now deem
a captured eye, a wind-blown scene,
so fresh, so free for all, and yet...
hot-bladed too, a line of fire
in this frenzied, war-torn age
a searing divide, a map, a point
as plain and unbroken as
you, my rock, my hallowed place
Sunday 31st January 2016 10:19 pm
I slip through
some would make it a pain
all that would wash
against diamond lines
that you'd make
of a restless mind
no less grand
than your own scenery
Depths not yet plumbed
are better left a hollow square
the transparent is you
and I glide through the nothing
dreading the wall
Saturday 30th January 2016 10:53 pm
A sign that is soaked in war, unheeded
Time once more will bring fuel for fire
Houses at home desert those as background
Holes now empty, listless as days
Again they will cry as the tales stay the same
Clues left scattered they skimmed high over
Truth scarce in a land of no simplicity
They ask, 'What are we going to do?'
True what are they going to do?
When they find paradis...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 11:54 pm
Empty boxes now unpacked,
I pretty sure I left with more.
A new house with new memories,
But an old house with bare floors.
Still there's promise in the air,
And potential in the frame.
Perhaps here I will thrive,
I know it can't be the same.
Sunday 20th July 2014 9:55 am