This poem only available on Stories SpaceEnveloped in the midnight velvet,Breezes sneaking through the pane,Breathing on the threadbare curtains,Whispers call me through the rain.Orange glows of street lamps shiningFill the air with silent cheer,But still I hear the whispers call me,Echoes through the midnight fear.In the stillness of this hourWhen others are snug in their beds,Thoughts of you claw midnight hauntingsWhils...
Every little girl wants to be a princess,Whether her prince charges inOn a shining white battle horse,Or she wields her own swordAgainst the monsters who threaten her kingdom.Each little girl dreams of a pretty,Sweeping dress in which she climbsTo the top of her enchanted tower,And awaits her prince'sHappy first kiss.And each little girl dreams of her battle dress,Girding herself with leather and armour,In which she will...
Death. This has been a year of it. Between people that I know and people that I don’t and the deaths of relationships, it’s just too hard to take sometimes. Today (4th October 2012) is the fourteenth anniversary of my gran’s death. I visited her grave today with my mum and laid flowers. We couldn’t stay long because my brother had taken ill at school, but we did lay some flowers and say hello. It’s funny, isn’t it? We sti...
The fiercest heat of blazing sun has finally stretched its arms And yawned its way towards the stairs embraced in cooling balmsOf fresh-breathed northern winds that chase the southern cloying heatAway from Summer's laughing face and happy, dancing feet. September heralds in great joys for such a one as I;September calls my heart to gaze upon the darkening sky.Summer pulls itself away and Earth is brought to childbed,The f...
This poem only available on Stories SpaceThe gleam of dew drops on snowdrops awakening the soil from slumber;The shooting myriads of rainbow arrows slicing through the waterfall’s rushing giggles;The fresh tang of salt sea air teasing and playing through the marram grass;The flit, flit, flitting of a sleepy butterfly, drunk with her fill of nectar;The squelching ooze of melting ice cream dripping through fingers that were...
While you are dreaming of the moments to come, I write verses. These lines I pen are from the heart, and when it starts I cannot stop. Although my soul is a wandering nomad, my passion is that of a Gypsy Queen. Many have tried but failed to dance alongside the mystical music I choose For none have the words that capture the rhythm of my hips so smooth. As the music plays, my body moves in step of the tune that resounds Fr...
Tentative trusting and tenderly his lips lightly lingered on my mouth. Innocent and trustful I felt his body trembling against mine. Hopefully and hungry for love; I returned his kiss and love was mine. We clung to each other oblivious of the partying people around us.
Don't be burning, oh heart;don't be yearningfor those who can't afford a love like you,mistake life for this and that routine,hold on to joys so dull and mundane.You are in misery,burnt from the core.They can't possibly cease,these fireball tears.And yet, one hopeful day,also this hurt will fade away.Don't be dismaying, oh heart:You will not always be ablaze.You took your other half as love,devoted to it your innermost.Ho...
Sitting out on my porch I watch the world wake up. First the birds, calling out to their neighbours and family with happy, cheerful greetings. Then it's the moist drops of dew, glistening in the growing rays of sun that begin to peek over the tall snow-capped ridges surrounding me. After that comes the noise of humanity; cars, children, talking, crying, laughing, singing, happiness, sadness, hope. I just sit here, sipping...
“Hello.” I continued to chop the coriander, cradling the phone against my shoulder. “Yes… it is she. How may I help you?” The knife clattered to the ground as the news I had just been given knocked the air from my lungs. “No. No… it can’t be. There must be some mistake…” There had been no mistake. I listened in silence as the person on the other end continued to feed me details in a clinically efficient voice, convincing...
© 2011, Lee Goldberg It’s often said before the dawn that darkness reigns and hope is gone. Right now I know that’s the way you feel. But dawn will come. You’ll see the sun. One day your struggle will be done. And you will be quite different when you heal. Simple things will bring great joys, the sky, a breeze, a child’s new toys, a lovely flower or a pretty dress. A favorite song, a warm embrace, a cozy crackling firepla...
Sitting on the edge of her bed Theresa began to think what was wrong with her? What was going to be her next step? Would she ever be able to get the strength? She knew what had to be done or would she continue to let John break her down. The heartache he had not only caused her but her older boys. They had been witnesses of what John was capable of because they had seen the monster numerous times before. The faint knock o...
I woke up tired but inspiredThen my dog desiredTo disobeyAnd run awayThat kills my dayThen I heard a dropFrom my rooftopI took a peekAnd found a leakThat kills my weekI lost all ambitionAnd want for nutritionI rarely ateA healthy plateThat kills my weightIt will be nine yearsI lost her so dearWith pain I partToward a new startThat kills my heartThe torment I feelTime has not healedNor the daily rifeFilled with strifeThat...
I flew to Mexico. Better a path raw and new than loosing the chance to find a life I stepped out of the pristine airport into cicadas screaming Crows cawing Street venders shouting out green mangos. Short square Indians with embroidered dresses Serapes to protect themselves from the chill Of a city 2,500 meters into the sky “So this is my new daughter in law,” he said giving a high pitched thin laugh.
Be brave my love. When the wind is raging And sharp arrows of hail shoot horizontally into the forest; do not despair. Keep the faith that the sun will return. Take the warmth of my love and Do not lose yourself in grief and the pit of no hope. Let me guide you to the light of happiness and declare, I am blessed.
