Night Song

I am a person full of delight
I don't stare and I don't fight

People love me for who I am
A genuine person, I am no sham

My routine day has a million runs
The night offers sleep and churns

The day slides with fun and sun
At night I am alone and have none

I wait for the right man to come along
Lonely in the night, I sing my song.
 

Note: A take into reality and yet wistful. A hint of vulnerability, later on introduced in the poem, having begun with a light and confident tone is alluring.  Layered emotion is very human, and that aspect is captured in this poem.The rhyme and dict are simple and the emotions do  reach out...

 

pain

trapped in a mine,
bleeding for days,
he survived to shine,
back to life's ways.

nothing had changed,
his home was the same,
his wife just as deranged,
in her ways still lame.

kids never really did care,
whether dad was happy,
the sadly straddled mare -
long as things didn't get crappy.

friends were just name after name,
they showed up to prominently glow,
silently jealous of his fame,
they came to enjoy the show.

parents were long dead,
as but memories on they stayed,
siblings away to lands had spread,
loneliness  gripped him, now grayed.

then he fell into my arms one day,
this, I had desired decades away,
but then he chose a path, and a wife
paying now for having caused me strife.

its too late in life to go back,
and hold the hand that faltered,
the blow he had dealt, my soul did wrap
he maybe wounded, but I am still battered.


note: sometimes, people hurt you involuntarily, and then things can never go back to the way they were....

Love

a bottle of

champagne,

chilled and

set on

a bunch of

blood red roses,

satin sheets

of a sea green hue

spread under

a clear azure sky,

the warmth of

moist lips

on your face,

the beat of

ecstatic hearts

in rhythm

wonderingly

wondering if

this is the emotion

people live for,

could turn

friends green

if they knew

the way I feel,

love, is it??

note: this poem exudes brevity, strong emotions, fantastic imagery in a poem of love. 

Burdened Porcelain

Memories
sifted
stirred
mixed
flexed,
until
the bisque
took
no more.

Soon
beaten
cracked
forgotten.

Note: A poem in 15words. However eventful a life, it is eventually forgotten.

Wish

A birthday wish
Is easy to dish

With so many things
That see the flings

On and on we go
Dancing on a stiletto

Asking for this
And that and more

Words are but words
Emotions are crusts

Forgetting the best
Happens to pests

But even though
I seem to be slow

There are things I know
That would make you glow

Some penned and some left alone
Don't pant or groan

I wish for you not the moon
But a man who will make you swoon

And then take you in his arms
Show you the world of charms

Love you like none ever did
Happiness will be your kid

At eighteen, you are just so clean
I hope forever you retain that gleam.

Note: Thoughts penned for a birthday girl.