Tears, shards of glass escape from my eyes.
The lump in my throat, a butcher's blade.
Pain I feel
because of the love forbade.
...
Wrigling
tickling
sticking to your shoes...
feet, nearly always, come in two's.
...
I said a little prayer today
for one who, sadly went away,
to somewhere he can watch from high
and wipe away the tears I cry.
...
Cupid drew back his bow, taut-
aimed and fired.
Shot you straight at my heart.
You landed, bolt out of the blue.
...
In the still of the night
when I have taken flight and cannot sleep,
you dream.
...
I have fallen
fallen from grace
into the depths of love
the depths of despair.
...
don't empty my soul
and leave an abyss like before
don't look through my eyes
down into my core.
...
That silent, deft hand crept slowly
into the cavity that once was my chest
squeezed
squeezed harder
...
I don't want to be a spare part
the little attachment to a lover's heart.
I don't want to be the one to feel
like I have been the one to steal.
...
Restless in sleep, terrified in dreams,
wondering what life really means.
An emptiness consuming the soul,
an unrealistic lifetime goal.
...
Ours is not to reason why,
why ones so very young should die.
They touched our hearts in every way,
our thoughts are of them every day.
...
Everwatchful, darkness lingers
waiting for the light
of each new day to appear.
Lazy, navy blue of night
...
A picture,
a memory, frozen in time.
Children's faces,
long lost places,
...
Shall I compare thee to an Autumn day?
Thou art more humid and more hot.
Rough winds do blow your newspaper away
as you pour another drink out from the pot.
...
I close my eyes and try to see
the perfect place where I want to be.
Where you are near to keep me safe,
I brush my hand across your face.
...
As we stand before the altar at this time,
my hands entwined in yours and yours in mine,
our hearts united by our vows exchanged,
the promise of a love that will remain.
...
You came into my life, answered my dreams
and God created you especially for me.
At the beginning, this was how it seemed,
but somehow, it was never meant to be.
...
Interested in poetry from a very early age, I have written for pleasure and as a stress reliever sporadically over the years. It was not until my late 20's that I ever told anyone that I had a collection that I had written or that I shared them with anyone. Sometimes I plan to write, other times it's as if words spring into my head and then pour out of the pen nib onto paper. I don't consider myself to be particularly talented, but I enjoy reading what I have written and have created some pieces for other people's special occasions. I hope you will enjoy what I share on this site. Comments are welcome, but please don't be too harsh :))
With Me.
Tears, shards of glass escape from my eyes.
The lump in my throat, a butcher's blade.
Pain I feel
because of the love forbade.
Leave her and come to me.
Let my heart be where it wants to be.
Where it needs to be.
With whose heart beats and pumps
idiosyncratically.
Be with me
Barbara has put so much emotion into these, well done