Run away with me ❤
Come run away with me,
Down the stairs to the sea.
We’ll take a fast ship.
Champagne we will sip.
Leave our troubles behind.
New ones we’re sure to find.
We’ll be together forever.
To me, you will always tether.
Rocky waves are waiting ahead.
But with me, you will make your bed.
Smouldering Heart of the Blues by ecstaticist on Flickr.
The blue sucks me in.
Velvet petals caress my face.
A buzzing bee whizzes past.
I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.
My head spins from its heady fragrance.
Lines of poetry beg to be written.
Will I yield to the blue darkness?
It’s a trap I cannot escape.
Take me away to better days,
To where the sun casts its bright rays.
Let the breeze ruffle through the leaves.
Better days for me, pretty please.
by sannalinn
THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Life takes us on a ride.
A path with no guide.
A ride for no rhyme or reason.
A circle with no side.
A path deep into the jungle.
People passing along the way.
Traps to trip us up.
Lurking demons held at bay.
The end leaves us with more questions.
Not answered along the way.
A destination with no purpose.
No clarification for our stay.
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.
These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.
A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.
Lost and alone in my head,
Can’t fall asleep in my bed.
Waves crashing in my mind,
Pain is all I can find.
Take a walk on the beach I’m told
To clear the cobwebs from their hold.
But here I’m alone with the surf,
Lost and alone on my own turf.
The boat’s foghorn echoes my grief,
A loss profound beyond belief.
The soulful sound takes me away
To happier times I can say.
To times when you held me
And told me you loved me.
Those times are gone for good,
Forget I know I should.
At night when I close my eyes to sleep,
All I can see is our love so deep.
As hard as I might try,
I can’t let go and fly.
So here I walk on the beach,
Knowing you’re out of my reach.
But still, I yearn and burn
For a love, I can’t earn.
Source: f0r-you
I WALK ALONE
I walk alone each night.
Far from my bed, I roam.
I cannot fall asleep.
I wander far from home.
The moon is my lone shadow.
My only company as I walk.
I keep my eyes to the ground.
I have no one with whom to talk.
I shiver from the cold wind.
My fingers are tinged blue.
I seldom pass anyone.
Strangers are far and few.
My journey ends at your door.
No courage to ring the bell.
I stand across the street.
As I ponder my own hell.
Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.
My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.
I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.
The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.
He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds.
He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.
I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
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jim warren
Light and dark.
Our souls.
Our feelings.
Alternating.
Soaring to highs.
Falling to lows.
Heights.
Depths.
Life.
A fellow author is compiling poetry from authors on her WordPress site. The topic is letting go. I sat down and wrote this poem about my brother. As tears fell from my eyes, I felt sad and happy at the same time. Sad that I will never see him again, and happy that I can share my love with others.
Can I ever let go?
Can I ever let go of your touch?
At night, I dream of your fingers.
I can’t believe I miss you so much.
Your strokes through my hair still linger.
Can I ever let go of your eyes?
With great pride, you watched me grow.
I dearly pray for one last surprise.
You to return to me, I know.
I know my prayers won’t be answered.
My wishes never come true.
But I still have hopes to be answered.
And one day to see you too.
Can I ever let go of your humor?
Your wit and jokes had lightened my days.
I know this is much more than a rumor
That I’ll never have you brighten my days.
Days keep on passing.
But life must go on.
My heart is fasting
Each day it beats on.
Can I ever let go of you?
To my dearest, older brother,
My answer is a ‘no’ to you.
You weren’t only my brother.
You helped my mother to raise me.
You provided light for her blind eyes.
You’ll always be the best of me.
Until the day, I close my own eyes.
