Showing posts with label poems from the heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems from the heart. Show all posts

Monday, 20 September 2010

One Stop Spotlight: Arms Outreached by Katherine

When I first started blogging, I must have been naive. I figured I would write a bit, maybe meet a few friends. I never would have suspected the friends I would make from around the world, or that from so far away your life would be touched by mere words. Today I turn the spotlight on Katherine, from Australia.

As I was going through my reader this week, I came across a poem that gripped my heart and turned my stomach, so I knew I had to share it with you. Katherine wrote this poem about an event that happened in the lives of their family, and a girl that goes to school with her son.

Thanks Katherine for touching our lives with your words. To read more of Katherine's poetry, stop by her place.

~Brian


Arms Outreached
a poem by Katherine

Glancing back at the week that was
My heart it sinks inside
I wonder about her youthful life
And wish she hadn't died

What could make a young heart fret
So much she couldn't breathe
What would make her end her life
It's so hard to conceive

I wonder if she realized
In the making of this choice
The finality of this moment
That would take away her voice

I tell my sons there is nothing
That they can't come share with me
I would rather that they share their lot
Than feel they have to flee

I didn't even know this girl
But her death it caused a shock
How fragile a young mind can be
Us parents must take stock

Lets not take our kids for granted
Lets remember we must teach
Our children to live wholly
With our hearts & arms outreached

By KMF

Thursday, 12 August 2010

Moondustwriter Thursdays - Featuring Friend & Poet April Higney

I hope you enjoy April's work. Many times I read her poetry and am inspired to write. I think good poetry has that intrinsic ability to inspire.
Enjoy!!!


Beyond the Flesh
A Poem By April Higney

Sometimes she slips out beyond her flesh,
a soul, travelling upon lands never seen,
drifting along currents, pulled by the moon,
across the rocky earth, fields swaying green.

An astral projection,
to watch the Vortex up high,
along a plateau,
between red sands and the changing magnetic sky.

Swirling with the dust,
that plays along the wind over the ground,
whistling, musical breezes,
her soul has found.

Another soul drifts near,
love within the mind,
passions merge, without fear,
crossing a bridge without looking behind.

Emotions sing along the skin of her soul,
as he makes love to her heart,
embracing the touch in every view,
as though refreshing the paint upon an old piece of art.

His lips, the taste of berries,
or portions of life held sweet.
She slips back into her flesh,
whispers, “one day perhaps, our bodies will meet…”


Photo: The Bridge by April Higney

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Lovers Beneath The Moon 

I laid
beneath the pines
inhaled woodsy scents
watching the moon
catch the edge of our tomorrows

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You laid
sand crackled under our skin
listening as the waves crashed
watching the moon
play hide and seek

***

I laid
caressed by the dawn
heard things you had done
watching the moon
dance in your eyes

***

You laid
heard the whisper
of your long ago lover
watching the moon
glance upon emptiness

Photo: Look Up by L. Moon
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So a question to make you writers ponder - What theme / genre do you feel most comfortable writing?




Saturday, 24 July 2010

A Love That's Lost: A Poem In Memory By Pete Marshall


A Love That's Lost: A Poem In Memory By Pete Marshall

Alzheimers has had a profound affect on my families life. A while back we lost someone very close to us when Alzheimers finally beat him. I wrote a poem about this which some of you may have read before? At this time of year the memory of this person is always on our minds and i wanted to share this again. Alzheimers isn't just about memory loss, and doesn't just affect the person fighting it. My poem, A Love That's Lost, is really a reflection on what happens to those left behind. 

A Love That's Lost

A petal falls so silently
to land and rot amongst the weeds
A roses head tilts & sighs
its stalk been snapped by wicked lies
each day you toil to keep alive
your dreams of love that never die
but weeds grow up and strangle stems
as blood drips from the petals end.

Your lawn was lush and velvet green
now dry & barren like your dreams
and age has caused your bones to tire
your hands are cracked with skin so dry
you mask your pain in solitude
bereft of friends that vanquished you
and as you prune each budding shoot
you snap the growth of disrepute.

Oh how you once was young & free
you bloomed & blossomed flirtingly
each eye you caught would turn a head
but times have passed & lovers left.
A robin sits and watches you
his gentle verse that warms you through
but robins fight & guard their place
whilst you just laughed amidst disgrace.

Indoors he sits a lonely man
across the table his bread & jam
and through the glass he watches you
inside he cries at nothing new.
A once proud man who gave his life
who gave you all as man would wife
and yet here now he sits alone
the man you loved no longer known.

The smile that wooed a million girls
that made you heart a merry whirl
but now the bones are cleansed of meat
his once large frame admits defeat
he grasps for thoughts no longer there
and through the glass he sits & stares
his children come his children go
the names of which he’ll never know.

You made a vow to stand by thee
so still you tend & still you weed
but deep inside you’re very scared
to lose your rock that always cared
yet still you hide in solitude
the pain that hurts inside of you.
 A petal falls so silently
to land and rot amongst the weeds.

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If you would like to know more about Alzheimers or even donate please visit Alzheimers Society


image courtesy creative commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/iirraa/

Monday, 19 July 2010

Bake until Golden, Sweeten to Taste: A Poem by Shay

A poet that I recently stumbled upon, and has linked up to One Shot, is Shay aka. Fireblossom. Shay has an entrancing style that grips you and just won't let go. The following is a poem from the early days of Shay's Word Garden. Know you will enjoy them, as I do. Thanks Shay! ~Brian

Bake until Golden, Sweeten to Taste: A Poem By Shay

I searched the sun
Which was the color of a sugar cookie,
But in the end,
The day hoarded you for itself--
Leaving my face tilted in the window
Like an empty plate.

So,
I hid my name in a honey jar;
Did you think
A thing as simple as a sweet tooth
Could sing to you like that?

I have many recipes,
But just a single sweetheart;
And I can use many wiles
All for a common cause.

Follow your craving,
I'll be waiting...
Come to my kitchen, now Love, now.
I will distract you with temptations,
And when your eyelids fall to savor,
You'll never notice
The softly closing door.


Friday, 16 July 2010

Alone in the Chapel: A Poem By Adam Dustus


A Poem by Adam Dustus

It wasn't a Sunday
Nobody around
Not looking for God
Not trying to be found
*
Thinking about life
Spent as I tried
Remembering loved ones
Tears burning eyes
*
Been here before
Unlike deja vu
Memories circle
Spirit renews
*
While there may be
What many seek
Sensations, perceptions
Will often deceive
*
So why am I here?
Nothing seems clear
Alone in the chapel
Emptying fear


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Thursday, 15 July 2010

By the Bay: A Poem Of Forgotten Love In San Francisco Bay By Moondustwriter


By The Bay: A Poem of Forgotten Love 
In San Francisco Bay by Moondustwriter

They were magnetized
by a timeless embrace
for fractions of a moment
*
his eyes  just as entrancing
hers glistened  like diamonds
energy surged thru the pair
*
a single silhouette
caught by the light
reflected on the bay
*
for that brief moment
transferred back
to a distant time and place
*
young love was all
that entered their minds
as they danced beneath the stars
*
the next instant they awakened
to wisps of fog
intertwined in their smiles


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Thank you Ingorr for the perfect picture
(http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingorrr/2224220064/in/set-72157600592075972/)

Monday, 12 July 2010

Paper Dreams by Talon

This week I thought I would highlight a very talented poet and storyteller, that happens to be one of my blog friends, TALON. I think her versatility as a writer is what appeals to me the most, but she is a great encourager as well. Many of you may have met her on One Shot Wednesday, but do pay her a visit to see more of her word art, here.

Paper Dreams: A Poem by Talon

In the fiction aisle "M-Q" weak sunshine
pushed through city grimed skylights
highlighting twirling dust motes
(their dance a lively movement
in the constrained silence)
as i shelved hardcover novels
with crackling yellow covers

And when a flower skeleton
fell from between the pages
of a heavy volume---
a whisper of dreams and memories
fluttering to the worn carpet---
I swore the fragrance of violets
lingered in the air...

Talon (ktn) c 2010

I look forward to seeing all of you for One Shot Wednesday,

brian miller

Thursday, 8 July 2010

Lost Forever: A Poem By Moondustwriter


Lost Forever: 
A Poem By Moondustwriter

Could you really be
the all encompassing
reality that I need
to return to me???

How can an image
an idea
make a difference
for living breathing flesh?

Yet - your words
speak clear
of me
and you

If 
I believe

I will be
submerged into the swamp
of lost forever

for you see
my heart and I
are intertwined
as I would like to be
with

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Thanks to Oddstock for this entrancing picture
(http://www.flickr.com/photos/oddsock/149183149)