The Gap, Australia

#412 Jan 28, 2013
Princess Hey wrote:
If I could give a gift to you that your heart could always hold.It wouldnt be made of precious jewels or formed from purest gold.The gift that I'd present to you would be safe in everyway,for friendship is the kind of gift no thief can steal away.I'd share your happy moments,and help you bear your pain.I'd be there if you stumbled,to pick you up again.I'd always wish God's best for you.And do everything I could,to make your life a blessing and see your dreams come true..
A Kind of Gift


The Gap, Australia

#413 Jan 28, 2013
Princess Hey wrote:
No one can choose your mountain
or tell you where to climb,
its yours alone to challenge
at your own pace and time....

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#414 Jan 28, 2013
TY ..AD..I have never said any of these poems were mine..what Have I always said ..they are poems I have wrote down in my book I dont own any of them..At least I tell the truth about mine okay...I am honest about it..I am sorry for posting here too didnt know this was your thread..
So forgive me I will not post again..You have a great night..See how easy that is..:O)..

The Gap, Australia

#416 Jan 30, 2013
From the place away

I turned like a bird

into your sky of trees.

I love you,

I hold you

in my body

or without a body

below the world

lit with the ashes

of physical horses.

The Gap, Australia

#417 Jan 30, 2013
The Sun made the shape
of a hawk
trailing the burnt air
the hawk departed
calling like an oracle.

I held the feather
long enough to walk
melting rocks sunken
back into the river
with a fisher wading.

The daylight waned
into a chair of elms
divinely created
to marry the loving
vine within its coffin.

I took my place
and changed looking
for a sign
and its possession
to marvel a meaning
from all of the lost.

The Gap, Australia

#418 Feb 7, 2013
Imprints of palpitating softness I hold in my
palm, remembering your touch that once bronzed
my skin sublime, now memories are all I have
to keep my pillow calm, and the imprints you
left in my heart that still holds your shape
of stormy skies and teasing butterflies-and
your touch that will never close tight over my
Nights again, still your name carves itself in
the music that pulses between my temples, making
lyrical the Silence that I wish I could hear
again, but memories are all I have to call my
own and the imprints of your kisses that still
ghost their way over my skin's sweet unrest,
creating pentagrams of delight I will never
forsake with the inevitableness of Time's closure.

Though my heart aches sometimes in tender
memorial to your touch that swiftly slid
away with our last goodbye, you are still
there softly imprinted within, I don't have
to ponder on its permanency to know that
you will never fade from me, for my life
you had stirred into a new moon, my vision
blurs with my many tears' unshed burn, and
though I no longer have you here with me
my heart is the treasure trove for what
I hold most dear-your voice-your kiss-
your embrace-your memory forever entangled
with mine, the moments we imbibed together
under the cashmere cares of a twilight sky,
and your spoken final words "I love you"
that are softly imprinted within-forever.

The Gap, Australia

#419 Feb 8, 2013
Love, if you love me, lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain, the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet with a decent happiness.

With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.

Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.

Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.

No one in the city moves under the quick sightless rain.

The pages of my notebook soak, then curl. I’ve written:
“Lovers opened their mouths for hours to drink the rain.”

The sky is a bowl of dark water, rinsing your face.
The window trembles; liquid glass could shatter into rain.

I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled.
If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain.

I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.

The night collapses into your skin.

I am the rain.......

The Gap, Australia

#420 Feb 10, 2013
I can only whisper
but a sigh.
For In my soundness,
a virtual masterpiece.
straight through
to the heart.
eternally framed.


The Gap, Australia

#421 Feb 10, 2013
I love you now.

You don't think it will last
I might move on tomorrow.
Love someone else
Forget everything we had.

My love,
Even if I loved again
I would still remember
Everything about you.

Would dream of your kisses
And crave your touch.
You were my first
you imprinted on me.

I will never forget you.

Even when I lie in this bed
With someone else
I will hold you close
You loved me first.

I will think about you
Before I sleep.
And wonder if you think about me
In your bed where you
let me take you
Over and over again
And made me yours.

Even as I kiss her
I imagine your face
Your lips
How you look into my eyes
As you let me take you.

How you hold me close after.
in your bed and mine
We made a vow.
To always love.

The Gap, Australia

#422 Feb 14, 2013
Which cannot be written tries anyway—
From one room to another, each time startled
And does not want to hear of the already

Passed through, the country of before.
At each door poem believes itself
In the room closest to the end

Where finally everything will be gone over;
Dismantled, held up, carefully laid back down
While talked into the beauty which can turn

In a minute. To hear of every other
Poem written is to begin
Revision and what cannot be left enough

Alone and so the lovers look at each other
Until none else can come near. Poem
Which never wanted anything but this

Tries anyway, oh so brave, unable to know where
She heads; unwrapping until only a gift
Which cannot be given as it cannot be let go.

The Gap, Australia

#423 Feb 14, 2013
Everywhere I went, I carried my leaf with me.
My leaf was red, with a green heart.

And a yellow flame inside that.
It was a heart. I had it blessed.

I mailed it to myself. Often, in tribute,
I touched my leaf to my face.

This is one means of explanation.
Inhabiting the leaf, you walk

the vein that travels farthest. Notice
how we meet, diverge, then meet again.

We have let out the ropes.
All morning we listen for bells.

For the big drums. To placate the sky,
We fasten our hammers sideways.

My distance from you is relative.
It fathers my distance from myself.

And to recognize this is to arrive
at home through perilous weather.

Death must be like that. After dreaming
a life, you wake, cured.

The Gap, Australia

#424 Feb 19, 2013
She rolls through an ether of sighs
She revels in a region of sighs
In agony sobbed, letting sink her plumes
till they trailed in the dust -

There is something about her
that is intangible,
she is so inherently passive,
at times I feel as if to
be a heavy wind and she a sunflower,
her face open and needing,
she doesn't even notice that this wind
swirling about, whipping her thin stems,
wants her irreconcilably denuded ...

dream dear for my love
for I will make a slave of you
fill your pores with desire

Universe - Solitude,

It is the breath...joining our lips
And it is the caress the fresh caress
To scour the frail seas of thy shame
To fashion them in gloom
It is the mirrors of jasmine
The problem of calm.

Her arms were dusty and
I felt the urge to have her
lie down across a small city of pillows
and make dusty angels,
her arms going up and down,
her legs slow scissors
slicing across the crisp linen sheets,
her limbs grew very tired but
I wouldn't let her stop
until she cried for me, and
she did, the softest cry,
her limbs fluttering a pathetic help.

my pretty butterfly
trapped in my lilac-scented web
self-will lost

The Gap, Australia

#425 Feb 20, 2013
In the mansion of his mind
the gloomy windows ponder
Cold draughts enter in
through an opened door
and emptiness permeates
the faded papered walls.
Needy ivy clings
with grim determination
in a brutal stranglehold.

(Ironically it is this grip
that holds it all together)

I sometimes wander,
through this lonesome house
searching the dark corridors
wondering if perchance
I can renovate this place
with kindness,
discard the bitterness
and anger cluttered there
And with tenderness and love
fill up the empty space.
to Amy

Lynchburg, VA

#443 Apr 8, 2013
Simply deVine wrote:
Not a single star will be left in the sky.

The night itself will not be left.

With me will die everything

Of this intolerable universe.

I shall erase the pyramids, the medals,

The continents, the faces.

I shall erase the holdings of the past.

I shall make dust of history, dust of dust.

I am looking at the final sunset.

I am hearing the last bird.

I bequeath nothing to nobody.
you planning a funeral?

Saint Albans, WV

#459 Apr 22, 2013
Simply deVine wrote:
Hole in my heart was tattered with thoughts of lost love.
Patch kit now lost inside healing's quickly sewn on pocket.
Light of better times shaded o'er by curtains of darkness,
Such ache prompted me to lose self-respect and worth.

My world rocked with crazy and chaotic changes.
Light of morn and dark of eve were dressed in clothes of remorse.
Love hoped for lay on misery's scales of tenderness lost.
Confusion tempted me to accept second best.

Then, I left my well-worn chair of woe and marched on.
Rug 'neath my feet suddenly slid and jolted me awake,
Made me shatter to the hardwood floor of my "sorry self."
Regret flowed out of now shrinking cracks of pity.

Healing then ran in and sewed joy upon my heart.
Serene thoughts of happier times draped blankets over me.
Words formed on lips promising more blissful moments ahead.
Misery was banished to basement of deceit.

Heartache and temptation drudged out with a loud groan,
As the spinning wheel of love repair spun a welcome mat.
Hope released now mournful spirit from its trap door of woe......
My heart was salvaged as self-pity waved goodbye!
this is really good!!! I've read a few of your poems & wow is all I can say :) you should write for a living ! Thanks u rock!

The Gap, Australia

#461 Apr 23, 2013
In time you may come to know
that silent and hungry truth
that lies in the corner of my mind

In time you may know
how it thrives in my heart
and feeds my flesh

And come to know the vow
my body makes every day...
and call it duality.

There comes a moment,
when the air is still,

The wonderful smell of sage,
the softness of shadows,

The ambient light reflected,
from the billowing caps of the clouds.....

Iridescent yellows, cool reds,
warm blues,

Deckle the desert of my soul,
in soft and sweet repose....


The Gap, Australia

#462 Apr 24, 2013
Come to me
let me paint you a picture
of the world you strive
so hard to see

Close your eyes
this will take a while
I promise I'll take you
by surprise

For you, my love
I will bleed the skies
drain the palette
of colors above

Paint with them
the dreams you hide
just stay with me
till eventide

There's no respite
at least for me
till I freeze this beauty
you ache to see

Make you stretch
your snow white wings
and help you fly
to the realm of kings

Come to me....
Come back to me....

The Gap, Australia

#463 Apr 24, 2013
to Amy wrote:
<quoted text>
you planning a funeral?
Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

The Gap, Australia

#464 Apr 24, 2013
My mind
a battered journal
with torn pages and
scribbled memories
a series of words
and scattered

What will I not give
to whisper tales
in their ears
I've once lived,owned
and loved
mere shadows now

I still weep
when I feel
their pity
streaming down
my cheeks
like spit,
still turn my face away

If only I could
carve names
on their flesh
fake remembrance
even for a moment
one fleeting second
to pretend that I am but
one of them

My fingers shake
as I press them
against my temples
my inner eyes
focusing on
yellowed paper
searching for ways
to somehow
the faded letters

I can't help
but wonder
if death
is and
will always be
my one constant
the only face
I remember
the maniacal mask
I can't escape from

I will
finger paint
every inch
of my skin
with memories
my mind
still hopelessly fails
to retain

I will
but one
drop of beauty
I'm ready
to crawl
my grave...

The Gap, Australia

#465 Apr 24, 2013
The silence yet unbroken
with words that linger unspoken
Time somehow seemed to be frozen
indecision behind her eyes, was she really chosen?

The world is nothing but a tear stained glass
reflecting miseries that inevitably come to pass
An angel she was, alone and scarred
searching for answers, her one reward

Tired of the burdens life often offered
weary of the masks behind which everyone suffered
Drained by the sighs, the tears and the groans
She yearned to escape the unending moans

Maybe she could just take the vows
Embrace forever what she truly loves
A world without words, empty of rhyming metaphors
Only silence until she safely reached the shores

But was she ready yet? Is it really her call?
Was she worthy? Did she really belong?
silence shatter as the church bells begin to toll
bringing with it the answers to finally heal her soul…

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