Sometimes love wins.
and sometimes it does not.
For who can say which flowers shall bloom.
And which of its fruits shall rot.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Thursday, August 25, 2016
The Little Prince
I don't know what star you're on
But if you don't mind
I'd like to watch for you each and every night
Because I love you and I miss you
And I dream that I could kiss you
But for now I'll look look up to the sky
And fall in love with every twinkling light
Because I
Don't know your name
And you don't know my name
But I have seen you
And I feel that you have seen me, too.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Mirror
You were a mirror
I loved what I saw
Your arms held a world
Where we could be more
You held out your life
And you wanted my touch
I give my heart too freely
I hope for too much
In an instant you recoil
You're ripped from my grasp
I'm left in the shatters
Of a broken looking glass
I am a mirror
I take what I can get
In an empty, ravished world
With nothing to reflect
I loved what I saw
Your arms held a world
Where we could be more
You held out your life
And you wanted my touch
I give my heart too freely
I hope for too much
In an instant you recoil
You're ripped from my grasp
I'm left in the shatters
Of a broken looking glass
I am a mirror
I take what I can get
In an empty, ravished world
With nothing to reflect
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Dead to me
I speak your name. You lay still and rotten.
The perfume of the flowers you hold have been forgotten.
Your skin is discolored, though its softness lingers,
I cannot stroke your hair lest it cling to my fingers.
Your eyes are darkened and unsupported.
Your hands are pruned. Your face is contorted.
I fail to recall your beauty, as hard as I try.
I move to kiss you.
your lips are dry.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Come Hang Out With Me
Hello? Hello?
Is someone there?
I can hear your softest breath
I can feel your stare
I'm quite accustomed to silence
my solitude is not rare
But your presence is disturbing
because you're sneaking isn't fair
If you wish to keep me company
I have time I'm glad to share
Just reply to my 'hello'
and pull yourself up a chair
I'll even let you braid my hair.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
I'm Running With The Wolves Tonight
Listen for me howling.
Watch for my tracks in the snow...
but do not follow..
oh no..
do not follow...
For the moon looks down with delight
at the poet who makes her so
And the stars are sleeping tonight
behind the vale of her glow
But they can hear me howling
with the wolves down below
And if you find my tracks in the snow..
do not follow..
oh no..
do not follow.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
The Doom
They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end,
The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies.
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned,
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned
The city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned.
The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies.
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned,
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned
The city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned.
Monday, February 16, 2015
The Words That Were Lost
Last night I wrote a poem inside of my head.
I didn't use paper because I was already in bed.
I just now remembered it existed at all.
But what it was about, I can no longer recall.
I think that I thought that it was quite good.
I cannot recollect it, I wish that I could.
Tonight I'll leave a pen and some paper nearby.
So I won't have to stir if another comes to mind.
Little is worse than forgetting sweet thoughts.
My heart truly breaks for the words who are lost.
I didn't use paper because I was already in bed.
I just now remembered it existed at all.
But what it was about, I can no longer recall.
I think that I thought that it was quite good.
I cannot recollect it, I wish that I could.
Tonight I'll leave a pen and some paper nearby.
So I won't have to stir if another comes to mind.
Little is worse than forgetting sweet thoughts.
My heart truly breaks for the words who are lost.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Lights in Winter
Like an evil forest split by the laughter of sprites
The emptiness of space comes alive with light
Warm colors dance below cool shades above
Creating the world through a symphony of love
Slumber no longer, sweet child of the stars
Awaken, awaken and realize what is ours
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Obsession
Thinner than air.
Heavier than stone.
Can't seem to help feeling bored and alone.
Folks all around.
Plenty to do.
But the only thing I'm truly interested in is you.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Measures
Measure not your life in minutes or years, nor in jobs or homes, nor smiles or tears.
Measure not your joys by the number of wins, nor the amount of love, nor the size of your grin.
Measure not your worth by your collection of friends, nor the sum of your talents, nor your cash on hand.
Measure not a thing within that you perceive. Measure not, my friend, and you shall be free.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
The Fight
It's far to early to say that I'm sure we can get past this morning
Feel so unstable I'm not sure I'm able to handle what's coming
I feel like I'm dreaming still looking for meaning behind all that's happened
Still if you're here it, at the least in spirit, should show me you can and...
There's nothing outside can make me run very fast from you
There's nothing inside, I'm empty without your painful truth
Let's talk this through
because my heart's breaking
I feel I'm breaking apart..
Please..
Come lay with me
Come sit right here
Let's talk this through. We'll make it right, my dear
Please hold me down
Please make me stay
I'm floating away
I can't control my love for you
I see the fear and hate controlling you.
There is no life in what you've been
I'm becoming numb, I can't even cry for what I've seen
Just shut the door
Just leave me be
I'll make it through somehow, you'll see
The sun still shines
Through curtained glass
I'm sure the pain will pass...
Cynthia Smallwood
July 1, 2014
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Thoughts
There is a monster that stretches and grows
During each moment that's spent alone
It's shadowy and can be quite difficult to see
And by the time it's noticed, it's too late to flee...
Hold your breath; Keep it in; Swallow your fear
Curl up tight; Hug your knees; The monster is near
Shut your eyes; Do not scream; Darkness so unkind
It's all just a dream; It's all in your mind...
Rhythmic footsteps fill the emptiness that's left
Where butterflies once fluttered inside of your chest
No hope remains for denial or sleep
Once the monster has awakened and stirs in the deep...
Friday, October 23, 2009
October Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3B9OMyRilk
^ Click this for instrumental version to listen to ^
v While reading the lyrics v
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Even though it's Fall
The temperature starts to low
But not enough yet to snow
And trees are popping up throughout the mall!
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Green and red galore!
Even though orange and gold
Are the colors that should go
In your home decor!
Halloween doesn't get any respect
Costumes suck more every year
The meaning's been lost behind the season
It truly brings me to tears..
And we'll leave Thanksgiving early so we can get up for the deals
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Sooner than before
It's exciting when it begins
But before November ends
You'll be sick of the 10 songs on the radio!
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
You'd better start right now!
You've got to spend all your cash
So the stores can feed their stash!
That's what it's all about!
Lyrics by Cynthia Smallwood who just came home from Walmart on October 23rd and saw 1 aisle for Halloween and 3 for Christmas... on OCTOBER 23rd.
^ Click this for instrumental version to listen to ^
v While reading the lyrics v
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Even though it's Fall
The temperature starts to low
But not enough yet to snow
And trees are popping up throughout the mall!
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Green and red galore!
Even though orange and gold
Are the colors that should go
In your home decor!
Halloween doesn't get any respect
Costumes suck more every year
The meaning's been lost behind the season
It truly brings me to tears..
And we'll leave Thanksgiving early so we can get up for the deals
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Sooner than before
It's exciting when it begins
But before November ends
You'll be sick of the 10 songs on the radio!
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
You'd better start right now!
You've got to spend all your cash
So the stores can feed their stash!
That's what it's all about!
Lyrics by Cynthia Smallwood who just came home from Walmart on October 23rd and saw 1 aisle for Halloween and 3 for Christmas... on OCTOBER 23rd.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The Blue Heron
A writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/
Let this image inspire your writing today.
Warm night with a peaceful mist
the frogs sung and the cicadas hissed
The lake reflected the very first light
of the sun peeking from underneath the night
Twas only then I saw her sleek form
moving slightly toward the brand new morn
A Heron of blue, she turned to face
and grant a wish to the human race
I scrambled to think of something grand
like an end to the war that plagued this land
But before I realized what I had done
the wish was granted and up rose the sun
She spread her wings and lifted into the sky
and flew till she was only a speck to my eyes
I didn't know then what would come of my thoughts
But the war was not over, it's still being fought
That very next night, I rocked in my chair
and looked out to the lake hoping she would be there
The night was warm with a peaceful mist...
and I knew I had gotten exactly what I had wished.
Cynthia Smallwood
August 9, 2009
Let this image inspire your writing today.
Warm night with a peaceful mist
the frogs sung and the cicadas hissed
The lake reflected the very first light
of the sun peeking from underneath the night
Twas only then I saw her sleek form
moving slightly toward the brand new morn
A Heron of blue, she turned to face
and grant a wish to the human race
I scrambled to think of something grand
like an end to the war that plagued this land
But before I realized what I had done
the wish was granted and up rose the sun
She spread her wings and lifted into the sky
and flew till she was only a speck to my eyes
I didn't know then what would come of my thoughts
But the war was not over, it's still being fought
That very next night, I rocked in my chair
and looked out to the lake hoping she would be there
The night was warm with a peaceful mist...
and I knew I had gotten exactly what I had wished.
Cynthia Smallwood
August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Moon, Moon
A writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/
Let your writing be inspired in some creative way by this beautiful full moon
Moon Moon
sing to me softly a sweet lullaby
I'll soon
be lingering among the stars in the sky
Moon Moon
hold me and tell me there's nothing to fear
sweet Moon
stay with me until the sun does appear
Moon Moon
watch over me, I am slipping away
sweet Moon
dreaming wistfully of brand new days
Moon Moon
whisper a poem of hope as I sleep
fortune
like you is something which I'll always keep...
Cynthia Smallwood
August 8, 2009
Let your writing be inspired in some creative way by this beautiful full moon
Moon Moon
sing to me softly a sweet lullaby
I'll soon
be lingering among the stars in the sky
Moon Moon
hold me and tell me there's nothing to fear
sweet Moon
stay with me until the sun does appear
Moon Moon
watch over me, I am slipping away
sweet Moon
dreaming wistfully of brand new days
Moon Moon
whisper a poem of hope as I sleep
fortune
like you is something which I'll always keep...
Cynthia Smallwood
August 8, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
The Street Musician
I won the Exceptional Writing Award for this poem
A writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com
Let this image inspire your creativity today.
Perhaps...
A poem about music. A story about why she is playing there. A rant about street muscians.
With no song to sing
nor prose to tell,
no poetry to utter
or cries to yell,
no words to describe her current state
of lingering in cracks between love and hate,
she goes on with life and a quiet sigh
and hopes to inspire the passersby...
Cynthia Smallwood
July 31, 2009
A writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com
Let this image inspire your creativity today.
Perhaps...
A poem about music. A story about why she is playing there. A rant about street muscians.
With no song to sing
nor prose to tell,
no poetry to utter
or cries to yell,
no words to describe her current state
of lingering in cracks between love and hate,
she goes on with life and a quiet sigh
and hopes to inspire the passersby...
Cynthia Smallwood
July 31, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
After the Funeral...
Johnny stepped from the tattoo shop and knew...
a writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/
Johnny stepped from the tattoo shop
and knew what she would think.
The most important woman in his life
on his arm in permanent ink.
He sighed and sat on his bike,
the pain fresh in his mind.
The rose which he gave her that morning
now on his body to remind.
The night wind gently blew his hair
as he put his helmet on.
He'd have to ride towards a different life
but he'd never forget his MOM.
Cynthia Smallwood
April 11th, 2009
a writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/
Johnny stepped from the tattoo shop
and knew what she would think.
The most important woman in his life
on his arm in permanent ink.
He sighed and sat on his bike,
the pain fresh in his mind.
The rose which he gave her that morning
now on his body to remind.
The night wind gently blew his hair
as he put his helmet on.
He'd have to ride towards a different life
but he'd never forget his MOM.
Cynthia Smallwood
April 11th, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Abandoned...
A writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/
Glistening cheeks cradle
eyes of red
A young woman out of
tears to shed
Blankly stare at the key
turn the knob
Dehydrated and starved
break down, sob
He called when he clocked in
one more week
Until Wedding, Honeymoon
on the beach
Made some coffee; drink, sit,
plan the day
She turned on the tv and
saw the plane
Grabbing her shoes, forgot
her hot drink
Didn't know where to go,
what to think
Stepping inside now to
see this morn
Sunrise so hopeful, but
sunset torn
Never ever forget
why he died
Why you are now alone
not a Bride
Because war needs a push,
not a win,
Till the Federal Reserve's
profits come in...
Cynthia Smallwood
April 8th, 2009
Glistening cheeks cradle
eyes of red
A young woman out of
tears to shed
Blankly stare at the key
turn the knob
Dehydrated and starved
break down, sob
He called when he clocked in
one more week
Until Wedding, Honeymoon
on the beach
Made some coffee; drink, sit,
plan the day
She turned on the tv and
saw the plane
Grabbing her shoes, forgot
her hot drink
Didn't know where to go,
what to think
Stepping inside now to
see this morn
Sunrise so hopeful, but
sunset torn
Never ever forget
why he died
Why you are now alone
not a Bride
Because war needs a push,
not a win,
Till the Federal Reserve's
profits come in...
Cynthia Smallwood
April 8th, 2009
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