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Sandra Adams Poem
to my kindred soul
...i know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of so called love
i've been kissed
but not by your lips
nor with the same passion
as the skies at dawn
i've been wrapped
in the contours of arms
much like the bitter winds
of autumn's sweeping nights
shivering beneath the touches
that left me stranded
on the journey towards you
i hold you in my dreams
on the other side of streams
where tears trickle over the rocks
and the dams hold me back
i searched for you
beneath the lambent moon
through shadows on alleyways
always losing sight
in the harrows of night
i've danced
silently with death
in silhouettes
upon mind's walls
always breaking free
running away, lost
on these sidewalks
of chalked thoughts
yet sometimes i wonder
had i held his hand
would he have led me to you
in another place
another time
does fate await our destiny
on the other side of life...
i still search for you
down cobblestone streets
through the passages of time
as it shifts beneath my feet
stranded, alone
until we meet....
inside my dreams
Written 10/25/2019
Best free verse July-December 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Entered December 8, 2019
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I am somber
like November days
and my words speak
weak, as if through tired tongue
I see the trees
stand naked
reaching their limbs
across the stream
as if touching
and comforting each other
from the bitter cold
that's settling in
sometimes I envy them
I want to stand naked
arch my back
reach towards hands
and feel the comfort
of more than I am allowed
and escape the bitterness
as it settles in
it doesn't seem fair
to question a day
or night that wears the same veil
as me, colorless
and silent in the breeze
as it whispers
through the trees
sometimes
I want to lean my ear
and eavesdrop on them
I want to peak beneath
the skies veil and see
the colors blend
to see the rain
less clear
through colored drops
fall upon a canvas
and paint a masterpiece
I want to feel my hands
finger a pen, without tingling
from bottled up emotions
to feel my soul inside me
not as if locked outside
looking in, as if a stranger
to my own life
not be the afterthought
or an emotion beyond words
of some poet's muse
I want to know the meaning
of this emptiness
I want to understand
why the tree is as naked
as my thoughts in winter
yet dressed heavy in the summer
and most beautiful in the fall
why does beauty fall
become grounded
and dance in November's wind
somber, like the day....
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if i stood
on the ledge
of darkness
aglow in the light
of moonbeams
flickering
like a lost star
beneath clouds
of life's doubt
would you
step out of shadows
and let yourself
be known
my soul
has searched
the deepest caverns
scoured hills
and valleys below
looking for yours
but only finds you
masked in dreams
still unknown
as a mystery
that may never be
i've walked
the shores
of eastern seas
counted the grains
of timeless sand
as days until we meet
then felt the lash
of storms
push me back
into the starkness
of reality
as salted sprays
kissed my lips
instead of yours
yet i still yearned
to feel your breath
arousing me
in the winds
that wrapped me
in a blanket of thoughts
i still imagine
the feel
of your touch
against bare flesh
as each day closes
against the darkness
in endless dreams
time is moving
more quickly
these days
as the years
are fading
of hope
yet still
i await
the spark
of your soul
to light mine
in the flames
of passion
if ever we were
to meet
then arise
like dawn
against
horizons
in an endless
glow
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the morning air staggers above the lake
through trees, i almost feel it kissing me
my thoughts spiral down like leaves amidst fall
this emptiness is more than i can take
beneath closed eyes you are all that i see
yet emptiness haunts within morning's call
Sandy Adams
11/01/2013
SENSES FOR A SESTET
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storm
violent, sudden
raining, thundering, hailing
wind, clouds,rainbow, sun
playing, swimming, laughing
calm, warm
summer
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i long to hold you
like a poet
holds their pen
caress you gently
beneath the linger
of thoughts
as they fall
from the depths
of mind
play with you
like a poet
plays with words
in the depths of poetry
lay you down
on sheets of white
in the thrusts
of metaphor
like a poem
then rewrite you again
through breathless sighs
written 9/25/2019
Best free verse of 2019
Sponsored by John Hamilton
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on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in the swells of invisible ink
you shimmer in the shadows of thoughts
beneath the lambent light of this full moon
as it looms in the obscurity of clouds
on the flickers of trailing stars,
i wish for the contour of your lips
to brush against mine
my spirit is a forbidden fruit,
i lie prostrate,
perturbed by pitter, patter
of raindrops bleeding through
the windows of my soul -
only you can kill the silence
if only you were a falling star,
gravity would carry you into my hands,
we would illuminate like wild fires,
but in the deception of dawn
all that would remain is stardust -
me whispering your name
so i remain cursed
by yesterday's today, languishing
in the shadows of your ghost.
A collaboration with Silent One
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i look at the walls around me
bootleg-moonshine shadows dancing
a waltz atop nighttide's stage
yet i am empty of my own emotion
alone, covered in reflections of us.
i still smell your scent
linger in every deep breath
within this humid air
and i choke up another piece of me
as the hands of time rape me
of all my colored thoughts
i now dream in black and white
in a room dressed the same.
the clock laughs in seconds
mocking raindrops on rooftops
my eyes cry the same tune
over and over again
as time becomes my enemy
i can almost hear your footsteps
tracing the stairs, approaching me
they fill the voids within my heart,
momentarily, yet it beats no more for love
than the clock on the wall,
it's just there the same
tick tock, tick tock...
memories fade with night
Verse a Favoured form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Sandra Adams 9/11/13
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i gather my thoughts
like a squirrel
scurrying to find nuts
as it rustles
through leaves
on crisp lawns
the air is warm
as am i
when wrapped
in thoughts of you
i can almost feel your touch
press against me
a breath of air
touches there
as autumn breathes
slightly cooler
then you
memories twirl
in my mind
like these little leaves
as they spiral down
suddenly i am blushed
more than the trees
as i remember
our first kiss
i look at the branches
slightly quivering in the wind
as did i back then
as i watch the sun fade
slightly redder than i
the ground and trees
mirror her reflection
i marvel at the beauty
and wonder
why does everything
so beautiful have to end
soon these trees
will be stripped of color
stand naked
in blankets of white
autumn breathes again
somewhat cooler than before
i shiver beneath her touch
and my thoughts fade
with the night...
the scent of autumn fills the air
as i head back home
i can hear the crackle
of fresh burning wood
you await by the fire
your lips reach towards mine
i tremble within
i feel your breath
against my flesh
and i remember
autumn's breath
and blush as i think
perhaps there is beauty
in being naked
beneath blankets of white
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it's december;
holiday thoughts chill me
more so than this breeze
as it wraps me up
in winter's blanket
i want to be like the trees
colorless and bare
of everything
that weighs me down
i want to dance free
in the wind
not snap
like dead branches
in storm's fury
i'm snapping though
and it's only december
i can feel the weight
of winter's wrath
pulling me down
grounding me
i am falling
blizzard-like
more than a few inches deep
everything is turning white
fading fast
within death's grasp
i am december's ending
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