I Love You | David P. Carroll
Three little words
Inside my heart
Beating inside my
Heart my beautiful
Sweetheart,
Filled with love truly
For you,
Whispeing
These words
I Love You….
emotions poems
Promontories | Ananya S. Guha
Evening’s wetness
has the tang of unobtrusive winter; emotions are upright
ostrich-like,
the wet earth, loose soil
will shackle me to songs.
Sprouting shadows.
Love will gesture towards faraway promontories.
The Address | Krushna Chandra Mishra
Strange is it to ask one the address to
Which letters for him could be sent,
For, without the correct one properly
Printed on the envelope in which with
Great care the letter has been put there,
Is every confirmation for the letter posted
To remain undelivered or to be returned
If the sender’s not so mandatory address
Is legibly and in full given when the addressee
Is in doubt of ever being correctly reached, even
With help of the posted letter with the emotions
And expectations contained in a flood therein,
Revealing the condition of the heart that feels
Loss to the extent that it counts upon the gain
Once the address is proper where the letter reaches.
Mother Darkness | Sarah Emily
Even darkness is a thing
yet indefinite and empty
devoid of all light
still surely an entity.
Made up of nothing
no planets or stars
no thoughts or emotions
black, blank, vast and dark.
If It was a place filled with nonbeing
how far did it’s nothingness stretch
and if dark was not yet a concept
which thing first thought of that?
And asked us to believe it
this incomprehensible musing
that existed for always or never
and to it we became trusting?
Was it a dinosaur’s meditation
or a Neanderthal grunt
an Egyptian hieroglyph
or a babies first hum?
Or did we just get really perceptive
over the last however many years
with scholars and prophets
philosophers and seers?
Christians and Hindus
Buddhists and Atheists
Mormons and Witnesses
Jews and Satanists!
These weren’t even words
or concepts or thoughts
when the great darkness was everything
and light entered the naught.
Could it actually be out there
it whom the nothingness brought
and eventually set free
bringing forth that which is now taught.
The vast nothing was first
dark existed before light
so is darkness our Mother
birthing all that is bright?
Has the light told us lies
making darkness the enemy
for it came second, was the child
do the ghost stories of fear stem from its jealousy.
Could darkness be so humble
content to remain quite
like the black of night and the ocean floor
it’s lack of color mistaken for ugliness.
What is the answer
the truth of the story
did darkness give birth to light
then allow it all the glory?
And doesn’t that seem human
what a true Mother would do
give Her child the spotlight
allowing it to fruition come to?
Did the light smite the dark
say to its Mother, be gone
I am younger and prettier
these humans feel invincible during my song.
You were dark, they couldn’t see
so they couldn’t wreak havoc
I turn on my brightness
and they can see all they have not.
In my light there is noise
in your dark quiet tranquility
the farce close to complete
only in death will they see your humility.
Who knows? Really I ask you
who knows the whole truth
is darkness our Mother
and light her child, just youth?
Dear darkness and nothing
dear black, vast and quiet
in your lack of color come death
Mother, lull us to sleep in the silence.
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All Those Years Ago | Jurg Friedli
All those years ago
time was on your side
your way was smooth and straight
appearance was all pride
You had it all you know
the talent and the guts
were ready for the show
the girls, well, they were hot
Seemingly endless time
the crowds around all day
and lots of friends it seemed
but none around to stay
You didn’t think
that it would ever end
and you did not prepare the time you will depend
You never took the time
for children, in your race
for superficial cheers
and moneyglowing face
And now you’re sitting here not wondering anymore, thoughts and
feelings gone like never here before
One quietly left behind
when stepping off the train a tired and broken man
whose life did not contain
The ability to see
around himself and be free
of selfishness and greed
to live in modesty
So after all the show
the audience long gone
of all these years ago
you end the lonely one.
More at http://www.afronum.com.
The Fact Is… | Mónika Tóth
To tell you,why
Dear
The fact is…
I cannot deny
I cry!
Yet see no reason
To tell you why.
Fastball vs. Slider – A Poem by G. S. Katz
I can hit the fastball
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
But my own core emotions
Always leave me wanting more
From myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I’m not a bad guy
And I don’t spit too much
When I’m at the plate