Still in Love with You | Debra Sasak Ross
Moonlight dances like gold
Across my field of dreams.
Some past.
Some blue.
Some forgotten.
Some new.
They all have one thing in common,
I’m still in love with you.
longing poems
My Mother | Joan McNerney
How she must have missed
those green hills of Ireland.
Walking along hard grey
streets in Brooklyn.
Remembering scent of
grassy meadows hurrying
along ten long blocks
to climb the filthy subway.
Her marriage failed, her health
gone. Nobody seemed to care.
Her smiling days were over.
The unlucky are often alone.
Missing those sweet soft pastures.
On her way home from work
buying day old bread and searching
for dented cans and items on sale.
How she must have longed
for songs around the fireplace.
Another beautiful Irish colleen
torn from that emerald island.
Just a Dream | Ken Allan Dronsfield
A winter night’s dream
warm sun and flowers
snows melt screaming
begging for one last day.
Bikes are slowly riding
beside windblown sands
boards ride upon the surf
tan bodies lay on towels.
Convertibles cruise on by
parking on the boardwalk
in a crazy, lazy warmth
of a cold night’s dream.
The Summer | Mónika Tóth
Summer
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Love me
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Please don’t leave me
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Why I am alone
I Fell for You | Carvin Weitz
It took one glimpse and I was hooked.
My dried out tears embraced your beauty as I looked.
I fell inlove with the song of your soul.
It resonated so deep that it made me whole.
I was healed with a touch of your heartbeat.
My dance was abstract and so were my feet.
I fell for you.
N | Edgar Law
He has a great
swinging arm of strength,
A massive hero
of science fiction lore
From years long past,
The kind of hero
I would wish to be.
Veiled Sorrows | Gemelene Magalona
We were a paradox of time and space between these jaded mirrors
Where nostalgia bleeds with every tainted touch
Of blinded yearnings brought by the fading memory
I’ve buried in the graveyard of our yesterday’s soil
Where April summers blossomed only the agony
Of your living ghost where it haunts the dark promises
You have left upon my shivering lips.
I’m still lost in the sunshine of your warm smiles
As it fades out in the shadows of our dusky sunsets
Where fallen skies cascade these wistful eyes
Of my veiled sorrows weaving these midnight tears tonight.