Martas poems

M any times I have started this poem and just as many I have let it die, but is always there under deleted lines keeping me awake, whispering to my heart that wants to brake, "Let me out, write me now... you are making a mistake..." No one else feels its pain it or hears it scream, but at nights when exhausted I fall asleep it perversely haunts my dreams. Its a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten like some loves and the wind a poem about... Sign in to see full entry.

C lose your eyes, let the world slide off your shoulders into that big void your unfulfilled wishes have left. Lay your head on my chest, don't think of anything but the touch of my fingers as they softly slide through your hair... let the soft beating of my heart be the music that lulls you to sleep, Nothing can harm you, nothing can make you weep, for I will be here beside you as you drift off into that land of dreams a land of rainbows and colored clouds where you will fly with the birds and... Sign in to see full entry.

I t will be dark soon, dark enough to dream and see the dream unfold and come to life; The stage is set, the actors fire up the soul, with thoughts and sounds we all have heard or seen somewhere before, but slightly different here, in the vagueness of this hot summer's night. I watch as visions of times gone by become visions of changed tomorrow's, when time and space and love shall do their dance, and say their part, out there upon this stage... for this is life's stage where things that are,... Sign in to see full entry.

H ave you taken a walk through the forest at night? Leaves blowing in the dark sound different than leaves blowing in the light... it is a sound without a purpose, a sound not connected to a dream, one which is sheer music but without a score or a melody; it is the sound of raw life, mysterious and bold, the sound of Nature's rustling laughter. Come with me to the forest tonight lets love...and listen... and smile... knowing it will never be like this again even though its always been the same. Sign in to see full entry.

A half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becomes real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. There is life in my darkness. for It is the colorless background of fertile, finishing dreams, like the rich soil in which the most beautiful flowers have their shapeless beginnings. They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning which are bare...... Sign in to see full entry.

It rains everywhere... big warm drops fall from dark and angry clouds, the wind picks up; and everything flies around, for the sun has hidden cowardly abandoning the sky to the thunder and lighting of an invading storm. I walk slowly and the gray sky cries on me, soaking my white linen dress and making it cling to my body and my hair, that before was long and straight, now shrinks and curles up all around my face.... but it does not matter... it is ok,,, actually I feel strangely better, lighter... Sign in to see full entry.

You shined so brightly, there among all the others, as if a thousand tiny suns had touched and burst. each with its own shade of light, its own warmth to give You were so new, your smiles free and unsuspecting and at the same time...so aged, so worn, only slightly bitter, and very very sweet but most of all you were knowing, (all knowing,:-)) savvy in the things of life I had only dreamed about Even to cry with you was such painful pleasure. To know your mind, I would have given away all my... Sign in to see full entry.

T he night dreams it is blue and the stars seem to group together 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 flower covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. I am alone in the dark. Time does not exist Nothing is real in this night that shouldn't be Only I am here, only me, my sad memories and this dream and my... Sign in to see full entry.

A rock sat by a river under the shadow of a magnificent tree. Its rough, dull surface contrasted with the luscious foliage, green and brilliant, of the forest that surrounded it. Humble but unique in its dark silence, it rose from the grass that covered the floor and its ugliness was highlighted by the beauty of the delicate flowers that to the song of the birds danced in the wind The coolness of the autumn rains did not bother it and neither did the heat of the Summer sun She sat there useless... Sign in to see full entry.

H ow I love this time of the night, so quiet separate from the rest of the world, when I sense the earth begin to slow its turning and feel my body, pressing down into silky cool white sheets, each move creating a soft touch, here and there. Silently, my mind caresses me, trying to let go of the pressures of the day and as I recount my blessings, I feel it, a strange sense of loss, of want, of knowing that I need what I do not yet know and it is then I miss the touch I've never felt, the scent... Sign in to see full entry.

A woman can forget anything and everything, except her last moment with her first love. and sometimes, while slow Spring afternoons drag on and rain plays with the newly born grass blades covering them in mud, our soul, drenched in nostalgia, can suddenly remember a man we once adored, the one that first filled with butterflies our heart and with happy occasions our till then empty life, the one we thought we could never live without, and so we feel deeply sad, because though we are fully living... Sign in to see full entry.

She looks at her reflection on the window's glass wondering... She is like a crazy math professor that has subtracted and subtracted, never adding and is surprised because at the end there is nothing left. She wasted time listening to old songs and writing about old sunsets delighting in the closeness that she felt with what she remembered used to be. She told of the colors that illuminated the birth of every day but failed to realize their absence from her garden's dawn, never noticing the... Sign in to see full entry.

W eep not for love lost, for once found, if true, love cannot be lost. Weep for the one that left love, now self-betrayed, who has passed from light to darkness and sees it not. One small light which surrenders to darkness, becomes part of the whole of darkness. Love is not love of only one, love is life itself. It will not cringe when turned from nor plead for things now passed, for it renews itself with each passing moon. Weep not, for love is and will always be Sign in to see full entry.

There is a rock in the garden which a few days ago sat there half hidden in the magic moon glow almost covered with snow All through winter the rock stood proudly against all the winds at it could throw, its dark surface contrasting with the spots of white and reflecting like a mirror the soft lights of the night In that reflection I could see that mysterious door that only in dreams can be reached, that mystical door which appears among stars way high up, always closed, standing alone in the... Sign in to see full entry.

I f I could touch you, the way I want to touch you, it would be like this.... softly tracing your features with my lips, my hands, anxious to feel, would discover the softness of your skin traveling unencumbered towards the place they long to be... and I assure you my love that you would never forget the pleasure you would feel or the sweetness of my kiss... If I could touch you the way I want there is nothing, no one, that could brake us apart, with your arms holding me close to your heart you... Sign in to see full entry.

Skin white as snow, her golden hair like silk long eyelashes cast shadows on her large and bright blue eyes marred by the darkness of the world. Small for her age she hardly occupies any space She shrinks as she sits there, as if hiding from her fate, and little hands hold each other as large sad tears roll down her face, She looks at me and silently pleads to let her go, to let her leave… And I fight my impulse to hug her. What's wrong Angel? I ask What's right? she answers and cries. Twelve... Sign in to see full entry.

W here would the sea go without a shore to come home to? The mighty sea, what would it do with its miles and miles of clear blue water, rushing endlessly towards that strip of sand, to meet its destiny, to meet its land, if it were to realize that there is nothing there, nothing to find? Where would the sun rays go without a meadow to shine upon? The all powerful sun, with all its colors, brightness and warmth, what would it do without the world, with no soft skins to tan, no flowers to help... Sign in to see full entry.

I f I were brave, if I were daring I would tell you this: "Kiss me in the morning, when all is quiet and you can hear the music of my heart singing our song, the one I wrote, with our words, words that ignore time and will hurl us into the midst of gentle feelings, relaxed, sweet feelings, like early morning leaves blowing in the wind. Kiss me at noon, when the sun is blazing, when no shade can hide our scorching love when all stands naked and revealed in dazzling light, kiss me then, right... Sign in to see full entry.

F or all its beauty, its grandeur, its vastness and finite stretches of self invented time; for all its knowledge, its experience, its varieties of sorrow and its occasional joys; for all its gods and devils, demons and saints, its well thought out schemes of death overcome... the journey of the mind is but a fabulous dream, a brief ripple on the shallow waters of our lives. Come, lets try and see this place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies,... 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.