The Solstice Sun has set And my heart resides with you So on this Christmas morning, My heart belongs to you...
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P.S. A New Poem
*Normally, I would place notes at the end of the poem, but this is one that I wrote when I was in the sixth or seventh grade. Sharing it is a bit scary. I made only minor changes to it here. Looking back through the poems that I have written over the years is a …
Now I pray….
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul no longer weeps, If I dream before I wake, I pray my soul the Lord doth make, to fly free and high above the sorrows, To live and love for each tomorrow. *This is my own adaption of a common bedtime prayer; writing it …
Lies…
A lifetime played according to rules never spoken subscribed to beliefs never understood. <> Lead by the hand to Charon's dock with rubies flowing dripping pooling at the Ferryman's feet. <> No coin for payment thrown into Death's river surrounded by Styx's icy embrace. <> Washed and reborn with Hades' kiss.....
Out of Sight
Out of sight, out of mind, No time to keep your word, Another promise un-kept, Another day without you...
Eyes…
Eyes stinging after showers of tears, time to talk, time to corner, not to listen, only to ask questions to which no answer will ever work or satisfy... time to cry, time to wail, time to tell another what love is, what love is... Is it a touch, or is it standing day by day, …
Leaves like Lovers
Leaves like Lovers fall by the wayside, Years and dreams melt away, Slowly, very slowly, you begin to count, every breath, every moment, every day. <> Bewildered by where the time went, a fruitless cycle begins wishing for just one more, one more this or that, one more chance to change, to fix that one …
All gone
My hands graze my breasts, feeling the marks left by the fire’s embrace, remembering passions forbidden by society’s glare, a word, a kiss and lovers reunited for a moment, always gone too soon, always gone too soon… <> In daylight we must part or When the chime strikes the appointed hour, Forever in tangled souls …
Lost
Life lost before it breathed its first, hope leaking from a broken heart mended, stitched together with time and determination. But rushed, rushed to heal, rushed to freedom. <> Still with a word, one sweet word, on the verge tearing once more, breaking in the spaces in between, between words and infrequent kisses, promises on …
Growing
The growing mound is now empty of life . The Spark has died. No weeping or wailing, No beating of breasts, No rituals of mourning mandated, Or expected. Just the cleansing of flesh. And the promise that time moves on.
Lucinda Rose 