on she and his ( re edited)

Coming out of the woods

They...

First time

He feels proud, male

She...

Not what she had expected

She ...

Not what she had so thoroughly

Dreamt about

What a foul.

And he...

He feels proud and even sexy.

No words in the way back

His head up

Hers down.

Searching for answers

Why

In the first place

She ...

For so long

Had behaved

As if on sale.

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 Posting tonight for D'verse Poets Pub:   Sculpting a Poem

chiaroscuro by ecrimaga

it seems (re edited)

It so seems to me

That you spy me

From the corners of time

Which they say no longer is

For such thing

Does not exist

But I remember…

It so seems to me

That you are near

Because I dream you

In the deep far ends

Where my memory gets

And you peer into my mind

Since those days when

My skinny body was

Made of young cells

And bewilderment…

 And it so seems

Because I sense you

Like a dry tear

To the departed dead.

Image:

 Surreal by AnaCBStudio

Touch

 

____________________

 

 

No need for  words

 

Or   thoughts

the birds

and

all

 

All you know

I need

 

You know

 

All you need

I  know

 

All we  know

I need

 

I know

 

 

Our touch...

 

______________________

 

Going Green by the-novice

We shared a yester day

 

 

I’ll put parsley on top

I’ll celebrate you are keen on me

And wonder why the rest don’t

It’s ‘cause I escape

Become invisible

Hate being noticed

For the one I am

Is all that you see

And the so much more

Vanishes with the cinnamon

Again basil will be the taste

And I’ll celebrate

With sushi and rice

That you said

Why is it

The rest don’t.

 

 

Gaia  by Lynnette Shelley

 

2013, or...

 

 

...Good...

Another year’s gone

Will all

your wishes come true?

Are you going to

 resolve any of the twelve?

They should be thirteen

instead

It does not seem as if it were

to start

all over again

Feels more like

 a continuity of what

began centuries ago

And

That is lasting

Now

 too long.

...Bad...

 __________________________________________

IMAGE: Making a fresh start by Amanda Cass

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
.
.

Another Mercury Day

 

Tomorrow is

Another Wednesday

In the middle

As any other

Wednesday

And some might bother and

be mad at it

Tomorrow is

the third day of any week

and the 1200^th of our gay game

Flippant, playful

Teasing

Tomorrow I

will have forgotten you

And you’ll be reminding me

there was a day

when we were

active and bouncy

And it happened on

A Wednesday…

I’d say

so volatile and

ephemeral

as any other damned Wed.

Tomorrow

Will be

Just another

 today...- and that's

Good enough.

 

 

[About three hours for 12/12/12...HAPPY Tomorrow

Hoping it'll be a good day to everyone]

Posting this for d'verse poets

 

Image credit:

Enlightenment by aglaia b

Still here, here still

Times we had

when the grass

was greener

when

looking for

was

finding

Spots showed up

before our smiles

Times we had

when that dark

side of the moon

was

meaningless

and the light

was

brighter

the taste

 much sweeter

Times we had

times we shared

and at them we laughed

now gone

but the applause

we still hear

Still here

Here still

Inspired by listening to Pink Floyd today.

Image: Faces in the Mirror by Cameron Gray

clearing

blue senses awaken

surrounding

a dark soul

it’s 

that hole 

in the sky

widening

while 

the rain shivers

and 

fades away

Joining d'verse tonight

Image: Green Dreams - Original Art Oil Painting On Canvas  by Leonid Afremov

no scented

 roses are kind of lost

gone

with  forgotten words

kisses are loose

too easy to undermine

unable lips

uttering

nonsense chitchats

Mona's rose by Catrin Welz-Stein

near

So soft
so

So gentle
so

my skin
all

and
don't know
how much of

my soul

relieved 

for a second
or two

at the thought of
a bit of

your presence.





Around the lakeby AlexandraSophie

Rather...I

Wishing I

   has  come to a standstill.

The search  is finished.

No more miracles expected

     except for the ones

     which keep me intrigued.

Princes charming called their day.

Wishing I

   has ceased

   as an out of time and place breeze.

Wishing I

  and if onlys

  won’t go along with me.

Withdrawn…

For all that is

     is right.

Rather… I’d

     observe my ego

     take its  insolence away

     and let this self of mine

     be free,

a bird...

( [ RE] POSTED also in My Duality Blog).

Image credit: Affirmation by Karin Taylor

Nulla Nebulla

Please read me at My Duality Blog

Thank you 
always
 for visiting 

Sweeter Poetry.

:-) 

dulce ♥

setting off

Drowned in the loneliness
Of this island
Sinking in the ocean
Of hunger and wounds

Smelling the twilight
Words tangle

It’s departure time

Tears fly
and are trapped
in the circling of our hearts

All that noise is deaf
The beat on our chests
break the silence
the mess

Eyes do the talking

Hoping not to regret
it's never too late

It’s departure time.

And the roads were always there
for us to be walked.
The guitar was always there

for us to be played
Piles of books
could’ve been read

Instead, we took the shortcuts
we sang out of tune
and we just read

the summaries.

And now

it's getting too late. And now...

It is departure time.

[Sorry- forgot the image credit]

Moment or Momentum

Extreme enlightenment  

      frees the souls

     which visit the venue

       under no condition

            for long

.

To the creative

    a whole

to the ignorant

    a hole

.

Pending someone’s decision

     whose name is found

     near and on

          both poles

.

The daring

     call it forfeit

the timid

      a new sacrifice

.

No achievers

.

None conversant with

when it ends up

or if it ever does.

      ...

Posted for d'verse

Fantasy (from my exhibition) by Antanas

inconclusive

Apart from all this I seize

I am all this I dream

The cracked walls

In the messy  dirty

wet house

the aggressive rough

 huge wave

the shaky unprotected

narrow staircase

the dirt

the naked

the blind

and that guy

who ignores

and avoids me

day and night

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Keith Reesor

One Is...

 One’s fire

And fireworks.

Looking at the one I am carrying

In the mirror

This satisfaction of being

One, for

One’s exactly the same

And   

Completely different.

One’s the sea  

as it meets the sky in the horizon.

One’s peace

Minding the mind

The understanding

The sympathy.

One’s nothing

Compared to everything

And

Everything

Compared to the whole.

(Adapted from a poem I once wrote called Who Am I?- long ago)

Time, Part IV by Aimee Stewart