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Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: love, mountains, sunshine, wisdom,

Mother Nature

                  Mother Nature..

I see a mountain, wake me up there.
Tired of dreaming, no time to spare.
I will be flying soberly drunk.
I am just living, don’t ask me where.

There will be some light full of delight.
I am tired of darkness and night.
I will be drinking, drinking the dew.
Thanking the sunshine, shining so bright.

I am waiting and waiting to see.
Watching your sunset under a tree,
Seeking for wisdom, seeking your path,
Flying toward you, dancing with glee.

I am so lonely, sky is my friend.
Talking and smiling, so I pretend.
I will be seeing, you in my dreams.
Waiting and hoping how this will end.

Tell me where you are, I am abused.
Lots and lots of pain used and misused
Tell me what to do, I am so lost.
It is no wonder, I am confused.


4/16/2017    Haloo

* I named the painting " Mother Nature"It is acrylic on canvas.
I removed the painting so I can put a new one...


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: earth, love, moon, mountains,

LIFTING THE FOG

Like milk from blue mountains' swollen breasts, the fog
Intertwines with pungent campfire smoke, a blue mist
Frescoing my quiet river valley's primeval lap.
Twilight tiptoes, surreptitiously, spying on secluded tryst;
Interlaced, grape and honeysuckle canopy overhead,
Noddng blossoms dripping sweet fragrance,
Granting nectared kisses my lips cannot resist.

The blue moon peers through hazy clouds, then turns
Hiding his eyes from lovers unashamed upon the ground;
Emotion rising in his core, he looks again and sadly yearns.

Furtively, he draws foggy blankets o'er us two,
Orchestrating sequestered solitude until
Golden sunlight warms the earth uncov'ring me and you.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 5, 2014


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: day, fantasy, love, mother, mountains,

Perhaps One Day - For Avatar

   (a Triple Triolet)

Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.

There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.

Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.

Not a strictly romantic movie, but it involves love of nature as well as a romantic part between the leadsAnd I LOVED this movie and its message!
For  Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

At the Mountains of Madness

My ordinary life -
like the plain stretching across the region of my birth,
has been for the most part
 rather smooth.
Though sometimes on my path, I’d encounter hills,
    they were few and were not difficult 
                  to get over.
One day on my travels when I was still young
   I came across a man who, like a majestic mountain,
  would take my breath away.
He captured my attention completely,
       distracting me from all the normal things
                      my plain life had entailed.
When he smiled, it was as if
         the sun were peeking over him 
                                            in golden splendor.
Madly in love with him I fell,
   and every day I worshiped at the mountain.

This was a short phase in my life -
           a time of pure enchantment but also woe.
I behaved as if I were a stream, a babbling school girl
        murmuring with joy       for a while
                                                            as I meandered
      the mountain’s pleasant aspects,
but one day my meandering came to a halt.
     Coming to a cliff’s edge, I became a waterfall
            frothy with madness as 
                      I plunged
               to the rocks below.
Picking myself up, I had to turn my back
                  to the glorious mountain.
  A final look at him, and I saw the red sun sinking
                       into June’s cool night.
Finding my way back to the plain, I trudged.
At the mountains of madness, I’d known something -
                    something I had foolishly mistaken for love.
Other mountains wait there, for me, for you, 
               for almost anyone who desires to find one.
But since my later summer years and in my fall,
I’ve kept walking on the plain,
                  for it is truly, after all,
                                          my heart  land


for the But it was not real Poetry Contest of Lewis Raynes


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, mountains, sea,

Beautiful Sunrise - The Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ ( Whitney Duet ) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Sea, above Clouds softly pass A band of seagulls fly high. The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful spring Warms my heart Songbirds sings His love shines upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
January.11.2017 ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: bird, blue, kiss, love, memory, mountains, rainbow,

Deeply Moving Thought

A thousand echoes
whispering through the deep seashell 
As the common bond between us 
brushing sands 
is lovingly holding 

Sweet gentle tenderness 
On desert dry lips 
winds of change kiss 
Looking towards the mountains 
snow covering her face 
White clouds cap the head 

Just a plain country boy 
Drifting away with shadows of a past life's pain 
Holding dreams 
finding your love completes the circle of a promise 

Believing something greater exists 
As the birds sing over amazing grace 
Searching the high plain 
Blue holds heaven's vision 
As a cold wind alone cuts clean to the marrow


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: color, emotions, heart, kiss, love, mountains, ocean,

Loving pearl softly singing through the ink

An artist paints a picture out of darkness 
from the seven colours of sunshine's sparkle

Divine beauties bridge over this promise made real 
ocean waves unfolding white steeds galloping to shore

Kissed by the sand salted footprints remain begging 
as the stream flows down a mountain faced horizon

Echos bounce within deep caves whispering winds lament
currents move tides caressing the sea fragrance


Poem Details | by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: magic, mountains, nature, remember, romantic love, summer,

Montana Magic

Summer, Montana - I was twenty-one
Cloaked in gray thoughts, far vision concealed
Until I walked beneath your healing sun
Your magical, lush mountains revealed

In trees, symphonies of birdsong merry
Your trails of daisies led me to streams
Sprinkled with sweet pops of huckleberry
Your lodges - open, soaring antique beams

There, he found me - in silence, music heard
Held me close in his arms in moonlit dance
I loved that he loved my wellspring of words
Then, September - and he- gone in a glance

It is his unicorn charm I still feel
Alluring, spellbinding - but it's not real.

5/8/18


Poem Details | by Iman Roy |
Categories: love, nature,

Golden Mountains

Glorifying thrills of curious weeds
Wandering children with careless deeds
Broken leaves embracing the sun
Goblin heads for the better sure
On boundless grounds, allure
Vapours from the void so numb.


Release from heaven,the Godly tears
Silently succumb to the human fears 
Thirsty flock of birds galore 
Accosted branches reach out for help
The heartless Mother had never felt
The thrust of Wintry furor.


Rails of stillness,thunder past
Childlike happiness racing fast
Against the skyline,blue
The blazing lime,ever so greedy
Lazy cows and cranes dreamy
Raindrops and melancholy flew


Misty mornings of cobweb twists
Freezing feelings of stuffy fists
Prancing on a rainbow, over hot coffee
Golden veils spun from the fire
Over distant highness of desire
A magic, a mystery, it seems to be..


The times of love and the times just
Dozen reveries of scrumptious lust
Abduct the heart to the same
Humble nature with happy dreams
When nightmare comes, it screams
Even the mountains vehemently maim


The labyrinth of a decedent mind
Indulge in masquerade like a rind,
From the sublime beauty of a picturesque felony
In rivers, flows the ardent smiles
Between mountains, are hidden rhymes
Of craved love, left behind,peace and harmony.

 Entry Landscape and Towns..Thank you 


Poem Details | by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: mountains, nature,

The Love of Nature

At times, the feel of the sun on my whole body is delicious How warm, how comforting, how addicting Of the sun's rays I shall never have enough Why, amidst life's harsh darting arrows The warmth of the sun is like a protective umbrella! At other times, the caress of the wind is arousing It tends to guide me towards adventure It tends to bid me to listen to its call To imagine that somewhere, on high grounds It can take the form of hot air balloons and just swipe me away! More, each time, the touch of the rain feels soothing The flames that inhabit my body die out And cooled off, I can shake my toils away And smile at life As if I were its own queen! And of course, the wet and cold grass is inviting On it, I do feel like reclining For as long as my free time shall allow me to Grass, smelling like the paths of the other worlds Bid me to smile, at nothing and no one in particular! Pray, to enjoy the display of nature I have chosen to remain unattached And carefree Unburdened, even if this implies That I shall have to be penniless! Yes, there, scotched on the mountain side, I get to dream Of flying like birds Of flying without wings Of swimming in torrid waters Of touching the moon, while keeping my feet on Earth! Pray, I shall not get home tonight I shall sit and wait on the mountains for the moon to show up Who knows, I might turn into a werewolf Or meet a romantic vampire Who knows where my nature-bent imagination shall take me?


Poem Details | by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: love, mountains,

While Climbing the Rocks

While Climbing the Rocks

Through trees and rains and 
Lakes I have lived, but today I shall remember,
Remember the child who climbed rock mountains,
Shutting out the city sounds and,
Music of wind cuddling foothills and dreams.
Dreams of a log cabin and dreams of love,
With someone to share the quiet of the dove;
Puttering with pursuits, watching horned toads play,
On the side of a mountain looking away.


Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: love, mountains, rain, rose, senses, sun,

A rose's scent

They say that a nose knows --
  But what does it know?

It knows a rose's scent, and many other a flower
  It knows the sweet breath of an early Spring shower 

It knows where there's fire or mortal danger 
  It knows who's familiar and who is a stranger

It knows the forest trail and the mountain's peak
  a fertile valley, buried treasure, the flow of a creek

It knows when a lover is brimming with desire
  the warmth of the sun, and something much higher


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: desire, devotion, love, mountains, romantic love, valentines day,

Over The Miles - A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven - Valentine's Collection 55

Over The Miles - A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven - Valentine's Collection  55

Over the miles from the top of Arrach,
my heart sings an eternal song to you.
Touching the azure as sol does look back,
Through the ages we've passed and life lived new.

Hear my heart singing its Valentine song,
as your dear image before me does stand.
Over the valleys and mountains so strong,
Flyng so high just to hold your dear hand.

As we gaze out o'er the valley's fair grace
With our beating hearts that now beat as one
Your arms keep me warm in loving embrace
Restricting winds chill and warmth from the sun.

Valentine hearts and pretty red roses 
on this day meant for lovers, your heart's song,
verses written with romantic posies,
to you my sweetheart I'll always belong.

14/02/2019.

Thank you so much, Mike, for coaxing me to collaborate on your Valentine poem
Your words inspired mine and I wish you the best of Valentine's DaysMay the romance of the day inspire more poetry! Blessings, Connie

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone at Poetry Soup! 


Poem Details | by Theresa Rossouw |
Categories: love, day, friendship, journey, love, mountains,

Love, what an adventure

Love, what an adventure© Theresa Rossouw
Have you ever thought of love as an adventure? No? Well it is! It is an expidition into the unknown, a lifelong backpacking, camping journey through valleys, over streams, through rivers and on top of mountains highEvery day is a new challenge, a quiz of general knowledge, how well you know your partnerA steamy soapie episode of high emotions! A garden of roses, carnations and fragrant jasmine! A sensuous mingle of desire, friendship and attraction.
The adventure begins the first day and ends when you pass onEach morning you’ll fight the little demons of frustration at the socks on the floor or the toilet seat with the sword of your devotionHe will fight the sword of death with your cooking, and you’ll make up in pure blissAs the years progress the valleys may deepen with problems and worries! But, youl climb the steep cliffs and stand on the peaks of mountains high with every success and every birth
As you grow and mature, learning each - others ways and personalities, you’ll find the journey has many stops and restsLittle plateaus of understanding and peaceThen when you have a plethora of knowledge, likes and dislikes, and feelings for each otherYou start kneading the dough of a successful relationship, one that has journeyed through the rising and kneading down and proving stages, and has lived through the adventures, growing into the best friendship and love story ever.


Poem Details | by Terrell Martin |
Categories: song-mountains, sun,

A Little Thing Called Love

Every now and then I wake up / from a dream inside my head / 
that lifts me high up in the sky to where my soul is led; 
way out past the moon and sun and beyond the Milky Way 
where I meet up with some old friends of mine 
I once knew yesterday And they say:
                                    
                                   Refrain:
Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air; 
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere 
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above 
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love 

As I wander around the deep space I found / out there in my mind, 
I see everything that’s ever been since the first Big Bang of time 
Coming and going like a river that’s flowing / 
with everything that’s ever been around 
Like grains of sand in an hour glass everything is coming down Because

Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air; 
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere 
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above 
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love 
                                   

When I wake up from the wandering way out there in the night / 
to the sun rising out my window sill and birds taking off in flight; 
I’m reminded that we’ll all be gone like dust scattered in the wind / 
but it’s good to be right here and now where I hear love begins And where    

Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air; 
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere 
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above 
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love 

They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above 
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love 


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, mountains, sea,

Beautiful Sunrise - The Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ ( Whitney Duet ) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Sea, above Clouds softly pass A band of seagulls fly high. The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful spring Warms my heart Songbirds sings His love shines upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
July.20.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.


Poem Details | by George Christos |
Categories: animal, love, men, mountains, nature, ocean, planet,

I Love Nature

I love the plants, bushes and trees
And the birds, animals and bees
I love the hills, rivers and creeks
And the ocean, beach, and mountain peaks
I love the fish, sharks and sheep
And to just watch a grasshopper leap
I love the insects, spiders, and other bugs
And even the ants, wasps and slugs

I feel peace and love in nature
But man looms the biggest danger.
With mining, farming and agriculture
He circles around like a vulture.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, mountains, sea,

Beautiful Sunrise - The Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ ( Whitney Double ) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Sea, above Clouds softly pass A band of seagulls fly high The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful spring Warms my heart Songbirds sings His love shines upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
December.13.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, horse, love, mountains,

Mustangs Are Born Free - The Monchielle style

~Mustangs Are Born Free~
(Monchielle)


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them run in mountain 
Don't take freedom they plea

Let wild horses run free 
Let's join voices help horses 
Take them where they belong 
They truly need our help 
Selling these horses wrong 

Let wild horses run free 
Since  small I love horses 
I grew up watch them grow 
Mustangs are beautiful 
They're unique, smart you know


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



April.03.2016


~Author's Notes:


The "Monchielle"  is a poetry style  created by Jim THenriksen.


Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: introspection, life, love, passion

Wind Massages Mountains

wind massages mountains

sends shock waves to inner core

valley grows wider





June 3rd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, bird, flower, love,

Beautiful Mountains - The Choka Style


~ Beautiful Mountains ~ ( Double Choka ) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
June.25.2018 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~ Author's Notes : The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beach, beautiful, love, mountains,

Beautiful Sunrise - The Whitney Style

~Beautiful Sunrise~ ( Whitney Duet) Sunrise shines Appears again Spreads around Cover mountains Beach, above Clouds softly pass A band of geese fly high The air's cool And the sun's warm Delightful Wonderful time Warms my heart The songbirds sings His love shines upon my face. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
November.11.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, love, mountains, nature,

My Beautiful Place

I've seen the Rocky Mountains
From Alberta to New Mexico
Heavenly reaching cathedrals
Rock walls like stained glass windows
Death Valley's crystalline sands
Sparkle like moonlit seas
Red orange cactus roses
Saguaro and Joshua Trees
Green meadows covered with weeds
Deep purple to crimson red
Melting in waves of heat
Reflecting in lakes where they bled
Looked out, over Niagara Falls
Sunlit mist of every hue
Thousand Islands, covered with snow
In The St Lawrence of indigo blue
Multicolored hot air balloons
Floating lazily 'cross baby blue skies
But the place most beautiful to me
Is here, with you by my side




     an original poem by Daniel Turner


Poem Details | by Brenda Martin |
Categories: love,

Love can move mountains

Love can move mountains
And quell the stormy sea
Love lives deep in the heart of me

Love can light up the sky
When life leaves you feeling lost and dark
With love there is always a spark

Love can make you smile on a gloomy day
And love can make you smile
And walk that extra mile

Love can mend a broken heart
When all feels lost and out of control
Love can touch your soul

Love can move mountains 
And quell the stormy sea
Love always lives deep in the heart of me!


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, bird, flower, love,

Beautiful Mountains - The Choka Style

~ Beautiful Mountains ~ ( Double Choka ) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
December.14.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~ Author's Notes : The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful, best friend, career, caregiving, celebration, crazy, cry, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emo, emotions, family, feelings, flying, future, god, green, growing up, halloween, happiness, happy, hate, heaven, horse, how i feel, i love you, imagination, joy, magic, missing you, mountains, ocean, peace, rain, rainbow, relationship, sky, smile, song, together, trust, truth, water, weather, wind, world, youth,

Aviated parachute

A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !

 By,
 MadhaviSuyogPagare


Poem Details | by Mark Paul van der Merwe |
Categories: divorce, feelings, for her, forgiveness, love hurts, relationship, sad love,

Mountains to climb

My minds division,

To hate or forgive what’s the decision,

Separated like the Berlin wall,

Inflicted heart of pain I stall,

So much cruelty I never understood,

The difference of evil and good,

To this level I will not crawl,

A choice of life that could make you fall,

I forgive you as I begin new mountains climb

And I hope you me too, over time.


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: anniversary, beautiful, beauty, birthday, body, boyfriend, care, children, community, confusion, crazy, dedication, desire, dream, emotions, first love, friendship, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, love, miss you, missing, missing you, mountains, nature, passion, rain, relationship, romance, romantic, silly, sweet, together, valentines day, wedding, world, youth,

Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 MadhaviSuyog.Pagare




Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: absence, beautiful, beauty, blue, dark, dream, evil, farewell, fear, girl, growth, how i feel, inspiration, introspection, journey, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, memory, missing, moon, morning, mountains, night, poetry, remember, wisdom, woman, write,

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


Poem Details | by Warren Dickman |
Categories: cute love, friendship, happiness, life, mountains, moving on,

The Ballad of Nelly and Me

Rolled about a bit I’d say
Since Nell and I first met
Denver down to Old Fort Lauderdale

Flatland fever hit one day and
Drowning in our sweat
Mountains pulled us up a dusty trail

Cut down trees and nested in
The Hills of Carolina
Dogs and cats and serendipity

People there talked funny and
We soon ran out of money
Greener pastures called from Tennessee

Love to gather Moss someday
Like other rocks we know but
Moss comes with a price it sure ain’t free

Far off places beckon
That’s when Nell and I must go
Life’s too short for stones like us you see
Too short for rolling stones like Nelly and me

Bogging down in Tennessee
The itch began returning
Folks stopped buying what I had to sell

Call from California came and
Set our hearts to burning
Westward roll might ease this itching spell

Packed it in and mapped our course
For warm Pacific shores
Winter snows brought some anxiety

Would be rough we knew it but
We’d plow our way right through it
Dreaming of the opportunity

Novato, Rohnert Park and then to
Morgan Hill down south
Loved it here we hate to have to roll

Push to shove you forfeit love 
Living hand to mouth but
Leaving leaves within our heart a hole

This time we’ll keep in touch for sure
That’s what we always say
True love’s here our hearts must still entwine

Every new U-Hauler sees
This world a little smaller with
Email, faxing, texting folks online.

Love to gather moss someday like
Other rocks we know but
Moss comes with a price it sure ain’t free.

Far-off places beckon
That’s when Nell and I must go
Life’s too short for stones like us you see
Too short for rolling stones like Nelly and me.

Just another Warrenpiece