Martas poems

Giant figures in the sky moving around in the wind, changing shapes forged in my dreams coming to life in the light of a sun that beats down hard on the sea and on the sand. Many look at them but none see the meaning that they hold for me, and with time passing the story unfolds right up there in plain view of all. Flower gardens turn to fields of dust, and toy soldiers are standing, straight and tall, slowly disintegrating into the sunset rust. War intrudes into Natures play, taking my... Sign in to see full entry.

To love you... would be like waking to a beautiful dawn and being able to keep the colors alive till the setting of the sun... like living a dream in which there was only a star in the sky and its light so pure and bright totally obliterated the dark To love you would totally fill with sweetness my heart... it would dissolve all my pain... all my doubts Being with you there would be no thoughts, no future, no past only that moment and our burning arms clinging to each other... melting our souls... Sign in to see full entry.

There is no mystery in the flight of the smoke that climbs so high among the clouds filling with doom the vivid blue of the sky that so reminds me of you, or in the fact that my heart bleeds as if cut with a knife whenever hope leaves. But there is mystery in life... in what makes us want more and keeps us trying to thrive. There is mystery in what helps us forget the thunder's roar when we see a bird over the rainbow fly and suddenly disappear into a rain torn sky I, that have sat by the sea... 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 cold Winter'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.

The sun shines and a cool breeze moves the branches of the trees that sway to a primal rhythm of bliss. Birds sing and squirrels scavenge for food, there is life everywhere... swarming, growing, plentiful like the air, children playing and singing crying and fussing... there is beauty and colors, and there is death too... in the leaf that slowly lets go and floats to the ground... and in the ant that meets its demise under a tinny foot. Its a symphony of Nature and the eyes feast on it, for they... Sign in to see full entry.

A butterfly flutters about among the roses in my backyard Her yellow wings bright like the sun, move to the music that the wind plays, flaunting her beauty to Nature's song and somehow, the sight of her wilful flight lifts my heart and fills it with hope. She is so full of light, she is not afraid that birds of predators could get hold of her... putting her heart in her danse she refuses to hide and she seems so happy to be alive, but as her wings move, fanning the air they brush slightly... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes the sun rises in streaks of pink that reach across the darkness like fingers of light painting a beauty, delicate and unique, sweet and soft like a Japanese print Others, its light appears angry and intense like a force emanating from hell, its brightness from behind the trees projecting and the purpure rays making the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. Still, other times like today the sun just slips out from his home in the dark with a message of love in his rays and... Sign in to see full entry.

I sit by my window looking through its colored glass into the strength of a storm. I relish the angry rain that bravely leaves its cloudy home, admiring the lightning bolts that boldly make the dark sky bright and the thunder that loyally follows, echoing its light. Its a symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life. and I let my mind and soul fill with the thrilling sensations, the mind numbing fright, of the angry pounding rain that gives voice to my sadness, that embodies my... Sign in to see full entry.

If I were to find it... this true love I seek I know that I would be blinded by it, yet I would see clearly. It would probably render me deaf, yet, I would be overwhelmed by the beauty of it's song. Compared to its gentle warmth, I would be like cold steel. and find myself defenseless, open, gladly bound by freedom. Even death would lose its power, for love would be greater than death, greater than loss, larger than any desire and I know it would not leave me wanting in the end. For it is not a... Sign in to see full entry.

If I could touch you... If I could gaze upon your face, I would not see you, I would see love up close, the living dream unfolded and alive. I would be filled completely by the magic of your smile. No, it would not be a spell cast by a force unknown or one known: it would be raw heat, wild like lightening, but sweet. It would be a thing rare to man, something not hidden, but something unsought because it's feared. Great love leaves nothing to chance. It opens wide all its doors that the breeze... Sign in to see full entry.

T onight I watched the cold winds blow through tattered clouds tinged yellow by the setting sun. Tonight I felt the poetry of life in the wine that ran like blood down my throat. Colors of emotion crossed my tongue and I tasted that pain from so long ago...... Tonight as I turned down my bed's sheets they looked so empty...so perfect.....so alone Tonight you will not be here, but you will be with me in the dreams I will not want to awake from. Sign in to see full entry.

H ere I am again, heart in hand and soul naked, stripped of all that helps me fake it in this world that you've created. I have kept silent much too long I have kept silent to hear better the noises, the voices that call to me, from the blue of the sky, from the grass, from the trees. You have heard them Lord, You know them, they are the voices of hope that give men maimed in battle new hands and blind men sight, teaching them a new way to cope. They are the noises of the crackling fires set in... Sign in to see full entry.

T here is a big bright moon above the city skies, a moon of living dreams, for dreaming life a life lived in brief moments of fulfilled desire, moments that fly fast, past hates and loves, past friendships old and just began; a moon that shines on innocence and sin above minds tired and torn through things that last and those that are gone, kissing with its silver light those who die and those who are born and below it, below that bright shinning moon, smiles and tears that don't make sense... Sign in to see full entry.

I knocked at that door once, twice, many times with all the power of my mind, and the strength of my dreams. The door was there, behind the clouds that formed gigantic teddy bears, war ships and clowns. When my heart was glad and when it was sad I knocked at that door, not knowing what for. Deep inside I felt I just had to try so I knocked at that door, and I laughed and I cried. I brought faith, I brought trust. but the door stayed closed. It stood there tall and silent, guarding the treasure... Sign in to see full entry.

T wo people walk down a deserted street, just a man and a woman holding hands in the rain. gazing into each other's eyes, oblivious of how they touch the lives of those who pass them by, avoiding them with diligence... hurrying towards their own unending silence, I follow their silhouette from my own obscure place blinded by the love that reflects in their face.. something in me searching for that which I don't have, in those two wet, lovingly intertwined hands, and as I watch them fade into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tinny drops of salty water that show how our heart feels and sometimes come out when we least expect them to tell the world our heart is breaking Tears have the flavor of old wounds and new hurts, of happy thoughts and long good-byes... they can be sweet and tender like a loving smile, or bitter and sad, like a cold windy day, We cry when we laugh. We cry when we pray. Tears are what make us human, what sets us apart from the rest because only we can feel the weight of a sigh, the finality of a... Sign in to see full entry.

It was not love...it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays there somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... and that afternoon when you came to me and gave me that red balloon I closed my eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

W alk through a picture into a world that is no more. A picture your fractured soul has kept intact, tucked into a wound that has not healed deep in the recesses of your heart. Jump into a dream and let your mind drive you through the winding roads that took you from your innocence back then, but this time, look at the shadows, look at them without resentment for though light has forgotten them, these special places you never saw might be the ones where you left that part of you, no one ever... Sign in to see full entry.

Tonight I starting out to write a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten... like some loves and the wind, about the slow walk of a lonely soul that cries and the sadness of the one that carries Autumn rains in his eyes I thought of writing about falling leaves that are not watched or about lost time, wasted time being apart, about living always in the shadows wishing for the light, about empty lips, that regret things they did not say, kisses... Sign in to see full entry.

I have loved you in a way song can not celebrate for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves between us is bigger than we are and flows endesly from nowhere to all places small without confines... invading it all This love I felt, this love I feel, is greater, more sublime than we, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our mind... it is the rapture of the miracle that all aspire to know, the place where our anxious minds go to relax in the colors, the... Sign in to see full entry.