ajwrites57

ways gone by The rolling hills of yesteryear,  how I see them, crystal clear. The days gone by, far and near. The winsome wisps of all the faces, how I long for all their traces. The ways gone by, all the places. The simple smiles, curling lips, how I see them, memory slips. The days gone by, movie clips. The little habits from the past, how I see them, frozen fast. The ways gone by, vices last. The silent someones in my mind, how I see them, people blind. The days gone by, still unwind. The aged specters in my thoughts, how I see them, phantoms wrought. The ways gone by, futures bought. The hope that lingers in the soul, how I see them, when they're whole. The days gone by, no one to fool. The memories linger in the sun, how I see them, on the run. The ways gone by, come undone. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image by:  Hugh Chevallier, CC-BY-SA-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons If you enjoy this poem, you can find more o...

between between the lines of age, a bar from every cage, a line from every page, days of life, we swage. ★ ★ ★ between the hands of time, a ring from every chime, a line from every rhyme days of life, we sublime. ★ ★ ★ between the echoes of sound, a song from every ground, a line from every round, days of life, we redound. ★ ★ ★ between the rhythm of dance, a heart from every romance, a line from every chance, days of life, we enhance. ★ ★ ★ between the hands of fate, a choice between every gate, a line from every strait, days of life, we relate. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By imelenchon If you enjoy this poem, you can find more of my writing  here.

dark Desperation and grief, steal life like a thief. Darkness and oppression, become complete obsession. Sadness slips to unbelief. Grimly search for sweet relief. Bleak and dreary soul possession, gloomy words make their impression Blackness shows dark affusion. Hope appears, an illusion. Light, shielded, comes too late. Fear is found as fortune's fate. Tears result in mad effusion. Glee and joy are dawn's delusion. Misery wounds in winding plait. Gushing horrors sudden spate. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By Chuki888 CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Frigid Skies Sun hides Sun hides behind frigid skies. Clouds gather to reinforce winter’s hold. Winter 's frozen gusts bind me in its icy grip. Spring's first robin, stiff, sits grimly on the path. Wind's howl of desperation echoes in winter's caves. Rigid season's grasp holds long, unmoving, as Sun struggles, unable to break through frozen sky. Sun waits beneath white blizzard’s bleak blanket. Snow’s cocoon wraps the globe in gray glacial glory. Winter’s arctic blast immerses a white, wintry world in a frostbitten, perplexing polar vortex. Lonely Sun waits for Winter’s stranglehold to cease, so Sun’s rays may melt freezing figures, and immobile denizens of earth shall spring to life. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image by:  By DR04 CC-BY-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

In fears In fears In fears I fight with feckless fury,  losing lengthy bouts, unfraught with glory.  Endless days evolve into light-less fright,  daylight shines the same as night.  Forgotten moments remembered sorely,  feign a laugh in tearful mourning.  Unwanted faces fill my mind,  fractal memories, intertwined. Horror sounds a shrill alarm,  afraid, no escape from misery's harm.  Shiver, shake and tremble loud,  pushing back the blackest shroud.  Nightmares fill my waking hours,  sleep holds back restoring powers.  Unleashed monsters, from dawn to dark,  blinding billows of dark so stark.  Dread pursues from each direction,  never finding calm reflection.  Sagacious specters haunt my life,  with ferocious fervor filled with strife.  Shadows stalk my thoughts and desires,  singe them with infernal fires.  ...

no more no more will my life be right, no more will my life be light, no more will my heart smile, no more will we stay awhile, no more lips to touch or kiss, no more lips to bring me bliss, no more lips to say my name, no more lips to fan the flame, no more hands to hold so tight, no more hands to kiss at night, no more hands to pull me up, no more hands to lift the cup, no more days that lead to nights, no more days to shine the lights, no more days our lives to mark, no more days to feel the spark, no more time to see your face, no more time to feel your grace, no more time for passion's place, no more time love's embrace, no more love will we share, no more love will we spare, no more love from me to you, no more love, forever blue. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image adapted:  DerSkeptiker at the German language Wikipedia CC-BY-SA-3.0 via Wikimedia Commons

Bogart and Bacall Romance and Love Romance swells our hearts and souls. We long for love, yearn for love, hunger for love. Our American culture surrounds us with images, movies and stories of love. Writers and poets have written stories about love from time immemorial. We mark our lives by stages of love. Our first kiss, our first date, our first love, our first heartbreak fill our adolescence and early adulthood. We spend the rest of our years waiting for love, loving or grieving lost love. Romance is part of our human existence. I asked a rhetorical question in this poem: What is Love? I believe there are stages or phases of love or romance. I have listed these below and have linked to poems that I have written to celebrate that aspect of love. (I haven't yet written a poem for all categories.) They are in a general order of how love progresses for some in the course of love's journey. (This is not accounting for maternal, paternal or filial love or love ...

the wound the wound, has pierced him full and deep, he feels it throbbing, in his sleep. the gaping lesion's liquid seeps as he moans but never weeps. a woeful tone escapes his lips, he feels the pulsing, painful drips. the weapon's handle that he grips, is held fast by his fingertips. the thrust she made, like a knife, cut his soul and took his life. the bleeding core, was not from strife, but from love's tokens that ran rife. he wore the wound with sinful pride, the cut was from his beaming bride. her love's the weapon buried in his side, he bears it proudly and love not denied. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By Iamthebesttoday (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

As I As I breathe the air of our love, I float on buoyant clouds of joy. I hover above the ground. I glide in the poetry of emotion. As I hold your lithe loveliness, I touch a sweet mist of elation. I sense the essence of gladness. I caress the reality of your being. As I merge with your being, I become one with your spirit, I know your deepest, inner life, I feel your glowing love for me. As I savor the sweetness of your soul, I taste the fullness of your mouth, I am inebriated by your nectar. I stagger, intoxicated by your love. As I mingle with your memories, I see our unity on display. I resonate with pleasing music. I reverberate our potent melody. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By greyerbaby

Cupid's Arrows Arrows Cupid's arrows fly at will, Seeking hearts to wound and thrill. The object of a heart's desire, a soul, ablaze with burning fire. No one knows when love will come, or which direction the arrow's from. So we sit and watch and wait, until the arrow strikes; true and straight. The arrows fly toward their marks, wounded hearts, flying sparks. Hearts, bruised, raw and sore, bursting love, wanting more. Beating, pulsing, throbbing true, beloved reaches, bleeding through. So we love and ache and care, because the arrows reach us there. Cupid's art affects us all, big, little, great or small. Hearts, blinded, made deaf, too. Love's power pierces through, deep inside of me and you. Boring deep, turning screw. No one left, all have known love has found us all alone. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  Léon Bazille Perrault [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Her Her molten presence inflamed me today. My blood began to boil and roil, turn to lava. My tongue, rolled, swelled, left me tongue-tied. My heart raced, sizzled, bubbled, with heat of love.  My skin scorched, electric fever singed my face. Her ebullient embraces emboldened me today. My mind raced and traced the lines of her face. My lips mentioned and meditated on her name. My voice declared the delight of her deliciousness. My song echoed the majesty of her elegant essence. Her glorious graces engulfed my life today. My spirit soared in salubrious circles around her. My soul searched each sense to find her beauty. My being was buoyed by knowing her completely. My eternity was infinite in each experience of her glory. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  greyerbaby