Category: Passion

Unanswered Questions

Unanswered Questions

The past only an arm’s length away 
A glimmer of what once was
still shines briefly in the darkness
where you now reside 

Savagely robbed of love far too soon
A life taken.  Snuffed out like a candle
Leaving your body paralyzed, unable to move
As if limbs had been amputated

How can a heart still beat when broken?
Thrown so cruelly into
the dark corners of the mind
where questions will go unanswered

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Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

The Morning After

The Morning After

Melted wax, hardened
Half empty glasses clutter
the table top
and scattered clothes lay
where they dropped
Laying in this moonlight-streaked room
I pray for darkness to linger
That you will stay wrapped in my arms
forever and this night
will never end, but I know
when dawn breaks the sky
and the sun floods its light
you will leave me again
The crispness of morning
will chill the warmth of bodies
entwined in lovemaking
The desire in your eyes
will be replaced by indifference
And as you slip away in my half sleep
you will steal my heart once more

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Word Prompt
Wrap - FOWC

Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets and prompted us with

Now Spring has penetrated the Northern Hemisphere we are moving from dark to longer lighter days. Or from Nocturne to Aubade

“In French it means “dawn serenade,” and that is the meaning that English-speakers originally fell in love with. As the relationship of “aubade” with the English language grew, its meanings became a little more intimate. It blossomed into a word for a song or poem of lovers parting at dawn. Later it came to refer to songs sung in the morning hours. The affair between “aubade” and the dawn began with the Old Occitan word auba, meaning “dawn”.  ~ Merriam -Webster

Image - Pixabay



Every evening when the sun hangs low 
I go to the river’s edge to reminisce and cry
It is there that we would sit and talk
about anything and everything
I had been besotted with her
Since she has been lost to me
Time has passed slowly
And memories stay vivid
Grateful, I sit and dream
of how it might have been

Before she disappeared without a trace
I had loved her deeply
Asking for her to marry me but
she had resisted over and over
Making excuses, needing time to think
She had visited less after that day
Avoiding me most likely
I became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time I begged

She reluctantly agreed
and was a wary of me
I did not pay much heed
Once we were in the water
I begged her marry me, please! 

She ignored my pleading
I placed my hands on her shoulders
pushing her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned
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Ingrid is guest host at D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with Exploring the Narrative Voice.

The challenge is to write a poem in the voice of a fictional character.
It can be any character you like, and you can introduce it in your own
voice if you choose (à la Coleridge, though I certainly wouldn’t insist
on this) but the main body of the poem must be in the voice of your
character. If you wish, you can write a dramatic monologue, such as
My Last Duchess by Robert Browning; or create a spirit voice through
whom your poem speaks, as in Stevie Smith’s The River God. The choice
is yours: I want you to experiment with fiction in your poetry.

I am presenting a reworked poem from 2018.  I think it fits the

Image by No-longer-here from Pixabay 

The Eyes Have It

crop man with blue eyes gazing at camera
Photo by Manga Verde on

The Eyes Have It

Your face attractive
with faint lines
of wear and character
but your eyes
are spellbinding
Drawing me into
their deep limpid
pools of azure
I surrender willingly
to your hypnotic gaze
for there I might find
the answers to
my own destiny
Where will you take me?
Will I stay long
or will I just drown
in your watery lagoon?

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Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with "Eyes"

Color Me Hot

Color Me Hot

Erotic blue lust
sparks white-hot
volts of tingling
silver thoughts
into the mind
of sexual fantasy
Climbing fiery
red heights
of painted passion
Exploding mosaics
coloring me in
a thousand different
pieces of rainbow
Falling aimlessly 
into aquamarine
pools of tranquility
Cooling jets
my mood
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All Rights Reserved

Grace is hosting D'Verse poets tonight and has
prompted us as follows:

The writing challenge: Today we will write about color from the perspective of a synesthete. Pick one color or several colors. Create your own Dictionary of Color. All sounds have color. The alphabet has color. Days of the week have color. Each day has a color and a certain shape.

Word Prompt

Paint– RDP

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