SECRET GARDEN's blog: "poem"

A soft rain, On a warm morning, During a walk, Is an invitation To refine those Memories That have faded since Childhood. Is it the falling of the Drops through the leaves That we hear? or Is that the movement of Peals of water rolling over the Once dry creek bed? I have thrown aside My umbrella… A quiet that is only Broken by the swish Of car tires as they Breathlessly swirl by, Rain flattens my Hair, running rivulets Of nature’s tears over My unshaven face. My dogs prance the Prance with what we foolishly Call a smile on their faces. That is obviously just Contentment! The rain is irrelevant To them. Poet the poems i get are from very sweet friend thank you sweety

I stared at the back of Her neck, not the most Erogenous zone, but beautiful Nonetheless. I walk over to Touch her bare arms, With both hands, attentively. My breath stirred the Filial hair on the base of Her neck, beckoning me To nuzzle – how Silly. I look over her Shoulder at The drying flower in The pot - needing Attention, I Can relate. poet

We never perceive When standing Our ground That there is a curvature To the Earth So imperceptible That without faith Would we believe that Upon a circle we stand? Gentle words Softly spoken So imperceptible while Looking into the eyes Of another May only be perceived As love If we are willing To keep faith poet

Little Child As a child I rubbed Dandelions on my cheek. As a child I searched for Four leaf clovers. As a child I waited on Christmas eve With youthful anticipation. As a child I ate sweet tarts With screwed up lips. As a child I never looked under the bed at night. As a child I was free to cry When crying was necessary. As a child I laughed when the time called for it. As a child I liked the food I liked And dribbled down my chin That which I didn’t. As a child I feared the unknown And did not know fear. Now I am older What happened? Poet

Motorcycle She pulls away, Back strong, a hint Of ivory shows Beneath her shirt. Did you know She taught herself To ride, confidant. A rose on a whirlwind. Delicate, symmetrically Perfect in body, And soul Such I love. Yet, when you, Look her in The eye, she turns away, Not sure, enigma. Silly smile, wise yet Tentative, what a mother She will be, so Many gifts to give. Pickett fence In her future, A Partner in crime, Mischievous, yet Solid foundation she offers. Her name brings forth The flowers In the spring, Blossoming. Yet when I hear the roar of any Motorcycle it says to me… The name, that speaks of life Life re-discovered in me… The ride. Poet

tonight i await thee yet who are you? i have drank the sweet red wine and think of your lips brushing lightly against mine, i peeled silently each petal from a dozen red roses and laid them on my bed who are you? will you come? I call with a whisper I need you I want you to taste you to feel you to be with you to be in you to feel your sweat falling on my face your hair slapping, caressing your teeth slightly pulling the tenderness of my skin as we laugh the silliness of the moment yet hunger screams aloud your name yet I do not hear, who are you who are you... I want to know Poet

Consideration Waves washing upon the shore Eroding, taking substance, Swift current churning Leaving a vacancy, lost safe harbor. Asking for what’s not there, from a person who needs. Is not to consider other’s, but shallow love of oneself. To lose, is a vacancy made. To seek that which has eroded, looks not to build, but steal, looks not to create, but destroy. The means is to replace, not ask. The solution is to understand, not demand. To love is to consider, not expect. To give unconditionally To be your friend. Poet

have fallen from sky, Fallen to the ground, I am the angel of sadness, Angel of lost hopes, Angel of lost dreams, I am the fallen angel, Fear me not, I am here for reason, That reason is to have a second chance in life, That life I was given for a reason, They took my wings, They took me apart made me human, I was the fallen angel, But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given, This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before, This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her, This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven. a good freind wrote this for me and i love it ty very much hun