Pinkish hues of gradient splendor
spread your colored robes so free,
across the sky a dance you render
for such souls who yearn to see.
A vacuumed hush with mists of dusk
whisper songs of silence floating,
nature’s calm and slowness brusque
gives way to darkness’ dewy coating.
Nighttime shines with speckled lights’
canopy gently dotting ebony skies,
moonlight hovers beams so tight
commanding coverage until rise.
Morning rays o’er the horizon render
with arms caressing soft and free,
pinkish hues of gradient splendor
for such souls who yearn to see.
Tag: poems
Love Beseeches by L. M. Montes
A sea of indifference bobbed
upon waves of unknowing
where life would lead,
currents snatched with need
and hunger overflowing
’til life from all were robbed.
From depths goodness reaches
smoothing waves of worry
when life grows weary,
hands above guide clearly
without swells or hurry
but with love beseeches.
I Shouldn’t Have Blinked by L. M. Montes
Life crept steady when I was little,
speed took a seat for just a while,
days morphed into weeks morphed
into months morphed into years,
then looking back I wondered
where childhood skipped to,
time gazed back, threw me a wink,
then I realized I shouldn’t have blinked.
Without You… by L. M. Montes
I stood barefoot with toes sinking
in poufy grass. A small lake’s lapping
waves clapped ashore with swishing
language speaking freely. Hands placed
themselves upon my shoulders, moved
down my arms to my hands. In one swift
motion his arms squeezed, pulling me
inward. I sank into your muscular chest.
His lips touched my ear, and his voice
whispered a melodic tune of love. I turned
and took his cheeks in the palms of my
hands, gazed into his eyes, then we lifted off
the grass and floated. The air around us
lighted a lavender and blue veil then circled.
“Without you, my love, there is no love. You are
the love within my heart. I pray you stay for-
ever a part of life that’s mine from God above.”
Looking Back by L. M. Montes
While staring backwards
I walked forward,
searching future’s mind
yet awaiting what stood behind,
a pillar blocked my path
as I slammed into its wrath,
many a time this happened
and my head turned misshapen,
then a sign of truth
popped up from my youth,
One can’t move forward
if they keep looking back.
Walk, March, Dream by L. M. Montes
Walk–
with strides anew,
saunter–
just me and you,
linger–
and smell the dew.
March–
as off to war,
halt–
watch eagles soar,
remember–
it lives within your core.
Dream–
and do not die,
hope–
and fly up high,
achieve–
with goals decry.
Memories Collide by L. M. Montes
Thought pushes thought
as memories collide
and smash against the other,
where did time go
that created a pool of mind pictures
hither and yon,
at times a blank screen
of darkness rendering nothingness
invades the inner eye,
a time and time ago
the memories leapt with joy
experienced at the time,
now the splashing thoughts
spray the mind with misty sprinkles
plunging back-thought ‘hind the mind.
Time Flew by L. M. Montes
In a year,
time flew–
flowers sprouted,
and kissed the dew–
trees transformed,
collages glistened of every hue–
snowflakes danced,
nothing grew–
sprouts peeked,
all things new–
Unspoken by L. M. Montes
Portrayed within the eyes are words unspoken,
perhaps they are of joy or of one broken,
seek me from within to know the depth
of thought conveyed with facial breadth.
Nature’s Concerto by L. M. Montes
Greens of glory glistened
while floating by on turquoise,
trees with yellowed leaves waved
as nature’s orchestra played
a soothing symphony,
lapping water slurped upside
a tiny boat set adrift,
whistling concertos breezed from
holes in wooden rafts of days gone by,
nature plays for nature
when no one is around,
then night time lifts its curtain
and nothing makes a sound.
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