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Trailing RosesThere was a special place that I'd ride by,
Down the winding path to the beach.
On the wall of a house on a dune quite high,
Hung lovely trailing roses just out of reach.
An aqua blue sky was their background,
Making their soft petals of pink stand out.
Little fair maidens dressed and gowned,
Dancing in the sun, beauty never in doubt.
Winding around in a trail they weaved,
As memories of summers they make.
Reminding me of love in once I believed,
Lingering thoughts now too hard to take.
A haunting memory that just blows in.
It is always when you least expect it.
Do you remember my touch on your skin?
Embracing each other in a room candlelit.
Do you catch my scent on the winds that blow?
Are you hearing my voice in your dreams?
Do you see my face, does the love still grow?
Or feel me in lightening and moonbeams?
Love once spoken can never be taken.
Its memory ever waiting to be faced.
With a whispered kiss you awaken,
And a feeling of something misplaced.
Some come to play and only pret
Death of A MuseWhere are all of the words?
They used to come so easily.
Corralling them now like wild herds,
Instead of floating in quite peacefully.
Now, I am left in this vacant void.
A mindless drifting out to sea.
It was not me being paranoid,
Drowning in the lies you left me.
Numb and devoid of real feeling.
My heart is broken wide open.
Inside from pain I'm still reeling,
Not even a splinter left for hoping.
Love so fleeting could never be real,
Dismissed without even a thought.
You can't even tell me what you feel.
The lies sold to me not what I bought.
So easily you lie, talking a smooth game.
Only for your convenience or your gain.
Mark my words, you'll remember my name.
Darkness will come, and so will your pain.
You cannot treat me like I don't matter.
What you give out will find you threefold.
When the words ring louder than chatter.
As your life of lies spins out uncontrolled.
For you were once my everything.
Your whispers of love filled my soul.
But you aren't worth the pain you bring.
Trade WindsWhat is this love we've found?
So fragile, and yet so strong.
Drawn to each other like magnets.
With a pull so strong, it is undeniable.
Lost within each other's eyes,
Lost without each other apart.
Ever changing like shifting sands,
Washed away to come back again.
Eternal lasting love of two undying souls.
Reunited bodies of hearts never separated.
We've traveled universes across time,
Only to come back to each other again.
It blows in like a gentle breeze in the night,
Or shatters with the forces of trade winds.
At times, so cold, it can leave a chill.
Until again, serenity returns after the storm.
Always knowing, we will survive,
Finding our strength within each other.
Pushing and pulling with each ebb and flow,
Catching and lifting each other up again.
Trading the gifts we bring to each other,
Accepting the shimmer with the tattered.
We are and have all that we both need.
Feeling blessed and thankful for this wonder.
So we hold out our hands, and we embrace it.
Weaving the strands
Waiting for LoveThere was a day you loved me.
I could feel it strong and true.
But something now has changed.
It's not me you choose, but you.
Distance stays between us.
The tides no longer pull.
I'm waiting for you, love,
Do you think I am a fool?
When I love it's true and deep,
Sharing all with lots to give.
Needing to spend time with you,
Days and nights by which we live.
With you, all else comes first.
You work, you play, you date.
That I should be so grateful,
While you leave me here in wait.
I don't think that I ask much.
This is not how love should be.
How can you say you love me,
Yet not want to be with me?
I've given you my love,
In my heart, you'll always stay.
But only you can cherish it,
Or choose to throw away.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Love's ChanceI let go of it all, giving my heart to love's chance.
Things should feel happier when on this ride.
Do I leave on the blinders and stay in my trance?
Or dive deeply head first into the darker side?
Time to be honest and glance in the mirror.
Find what is broken without any fear.
That in the glass is always much nearer.
Hold my head high and don't shed a tear.
I gave my heart freely without holding back.
I can't make you take all the love that I bring.
Maybe it scares you, or it's something I lack.
It could just be another tune you prefer to sing.
Do you pull away now to wrestle your own demon?
Are we pretending everything will be alright?
In dreams, do you hear the crying and screaming?
Wishing for just a little more sleep this one night.
Whatever your reasons, you choose not to share.
Keeping me at a distance and alone once again.
Lovers want to be together and their souls to bare.
Maybe it's time to withdraw and find my own zen.
You tell me your life is hard, and you will be back.
Encroaching DarknessLike a mist of fog, it suddenly appears.
It's always when you least expect it.
Even if it has been gone for years,
Awakening to find you can't reject it.
Why did you have to come back now?
Did you think it was something I miss?
Were you lying in wait just to see how,
As I listened to promises with a kiss?
Something now feels quite different,
Without words, nor rhythm nor rhyme.
Am I loved, or am I simply irrelevant?
Senseless doubt, or just killing time?
I try to shake it, but it's an arduous task.
Kicked down, so I have to climb back.
I fight back tears, and put on my mask.
Indifference, betrayal, it all leaves a crack.
Is it easier to let no one near my heart?
I close my eyes to remember your charms.
Heavy is the loneliness of many days apart.
Still wishing you will catch me in loving arms.
The encroaching darkness I cannot fight,
Or banish it with a wave of my hand.
Hoping it leaves peacefully this night,
As tides scattering shells on the sand.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
The Artist's MindEnjoying the breeze on this near perfect day,
Making me feel I've got something to say.
A spritzer of rain, some drops, not just one.
Somehow, they all forgot to tell the sun.
Clouds puffed and proud, piled double high.
White grey marshmallows in a blue azure sky.
Doves retreat to where they've been nesting.
I'm among the flowers, where I lie resting.
I absorb it all in, to help nurture my ideas.
My own playground, creativity without fears.
For I find there is art, no matter where I look.
In nature, on walls, or in pages of a book.
Especially now, with the colors of Spring,
It makes it so easy for me to do my thing.
Taking its essence to a drawing or photograph,
Or writing poetry to bring a smile, tear, or laugh.
A shade or a hue might inspire a collection.
Shapes and patterns find a whole new direction.
Embroidered with beads, woven into a bracelet,
Transformed into beauty by an artist's inner outlet.
For here in my world, it's never just black and white.
I can find inspiration watchi
For DianaMy heart is now breaking.
This day has turned too sad.
Life was once ours for the taking.
Some thought we were quite mad.
So ambitious and we were fearless,
Growing up in more ways than one.
Dancing till the night was starless,
And continuing far into the sun.
Leaving trails of broken hearts,
Hard-pressed to find the one.
Never worried, for we had smarts.
It was Peter who your heart won.
Watching as our children grow,
All beginning lives of their own.
Wishing they would always know,
All the love to them we've shown.
Love is all we really need to live.
It fills our hearts and all our needs.
We share all that we have to give,
Both in our words and in our deeds.
Time passes, with miles in between.
We had dreams to write our memoirs.
Dear friend, it's now your parting scene.
Forever loved, you'll now dance among stars.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
Forever and a dayForever I shall love you
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I´ll prove to you there´s no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I´ll do it just for you.
so please don´t start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let me
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
December LoversDancing within the December light
lovers kiss under the cold rain
cast in the haze of synthetic glow
desperate on a lonely night.
Strangers in the shadows pass from sight,
mislaid tokens of distilled pain
where oil slicks and memories flow,
embrace to escape dreamless blight.
Bodies grasping a moment's delight
only a touch to keep us sane,
breath on the air is all that will show,
unknown faces appear ghost white.
In darkness lovers always burn bright,
untold regrets wash down the drain
a secret language in fallen snow
neglected hearts touched by frostbite.
Bring Me BackFor you
the moon will sing
and wake my heart
led through dreams by the melody
from the darkness I emerge to find you
revived by your own warmth
again I live
JadeCadé a pedra preciosa jade?
Mil Baús abri sem nenhuma sorte
Que lealdade à sua raridade!
Você é como sakura no norte
Encontrei a jade em terra ferida
Afundando nesta areia maldita
Eu tentei salva-la de tal angústia
Mas fui afogado pela maldita
Lépida ela ficou com o meu
Sofrimento, sou sofredor sofrido
Condenado pelo amor proibido
Não mereço este bom amor seu?
Ganância afasta-me desta paixão?
Achei minha paz nesta escuridão
SaltI want the easy love, head over heels.
Shred your bills and head to a white sand shore.
Eat fleshy foods, leave peach pits and orange peels.
Caressing by candlelight needs nothing more.
Live in a sheet of, encased in, good sweat.
Make love wrapped in a down feather cocoon.
Sleep after a chilly sea swim, still wet.
Sun pulls you from bed, talk late with the moon.
Let’s smash all our clocks, burn little black books.
Spend till we cannot afford to get home.
Catch ourselves dinner on hand-crafted hooks,
clean dishes with sand, wash up with sea foam.
I’ll take the hard love, we have candles here.
I’m in paradise, so long as you’re near.
The KeyIf you don't love me, too...
I don't know what I'll do.
I hope your heart understands,
That my heart's in your hands...
To do with as you will...
And bestow life or kill.
Whatever is your whim,
Be it bright or grim...
I've given you the key,
To unlock all of me.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
Falling in LoveCan pages and pieces of paper contain
That sweetest of feelings; do I write in vain?
The ink I have spilled, the words I have spelt
Do not hold that sentiment of which I have felt.
I send out my heart, gone a-roving to fetch
A trace of that feeling, unlikely to catch
And hold on for long to that vaguest of hope
Impossible to tether with chains or a rope.
A ship without anchor tossed on by the sea
Carries that feeling away from me;
A butterfly net with a gaping breach
By which the moth flutters away from my reach.
Far off it flies, but it will come again-
Return it will, though you never know when-
In a warm summer breeze, when the spring flowers grow,
With the bright falling leaves, with the white drifting snow.
Is this a glimpse of a heaven above
Sent down on the breeze on the wings of a dove?
Is this fragile fancy what I'm fondest of?
Is this the feeling of falling in love?
On Darkened WingsA lone black crow in the distance,
Squawks out a call to his mate.
I plead to the breeze for romance.
Come play, let's make it a date.
We'll dance alone by the new moon,
Holding hands under its soft glow.
Reasons and answers not needed,
In this love, we trust and know.
Spread your darkened wings,
Embrace the night with me.
Find me in my prurient state,
Waiting for you to set me free.
We blaze the night on fire,
Love's kisses warm and sweet.
Passions burn with desire,
Electrified from head to feet.
Leaving behind all fear and pain,
We soar to the newest of heights.
Abandoning the worlds we know,
In return for enchanted nights.
Bathing in love's rapture,
We'll sleep under starlit skies.
For within this quiet stillness,
Blissful serenity in darkness lies.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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