Posted in Flowers, Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Nature Photography, Photography, Poetry, Poetry Based on Photos, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Clothe You in My Shadow, a poem

Love2

 

I want to

Lean with you

In the silent

Passage of time,

Wrap my meaning

Beneath the reflection

Of your ways

I long to echo

The constant

Beating

Of your heart

And hold you close…

Hold you close….

Colors

Mean nothing

Without the touch

Of your soul

And sunshine

Shall warm me not

Without your

Affectionate heart.

Together –

Seek with me

A summer’s morning

Where we linger

Over dew drenched kisses

Speak with me

The fragrant language

Of blossoming sunsets

Petalled sunrises

And promises kept…

Promises kept…

For I shall clothe you

In my shadow

For safe-keeping,

But illuminate

Your beauty

In my song.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #75: Reflections

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

portraits-series

She stared sadly into the mirror
Counting the lines across her face
Trying to rub them free
She looked into her own eyes
And wished their color a deeper blue
Her lips more full
Her skin exuding a more youthful glow.
He watched her there,
Sitting in front of the mirror
He noticed her
And she captured his attention
But she just stared into her own reflection
And got lost in her thoughts of imperfection.
In her face, he saw generous beauty
He remembered
The beauty she carried
When he first met her
But he was also keenly aware
That her beauty grew.
In her eyes, he has witnessed oceans
He has traced the sight of clouds
In her view.
He has seen her cry, full hearted
Lamenting the loss of a stranger
He has seen her blue-eyed smile
Upon holding his first child
He has seen her love for him
Blossom, reflecting in her stare
He has known no finer lips than hers
To have brushed his unshaven face
To have kissed the head of the child he calls his own
And when she speaks – he notices
The trace of a smile
And sometimes, the nervous biting of her lips
When she is uncertain and afraid.
There is beauty there – and he holds hope in his heart
That he will be the only one to ever notice.
Yes, she has changed over the years
And the growth he sees in her own face,
He sees in his own,
But he finds her all the more beautiful
For he has loved her ever since the moment
He first witnessed her smile
And had he any choice,
He would have loved her long before.

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Word Prompt

Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)

Today, the Daily Post Prompt is messy. I could not help but remember this poem I posted quite some time ago.  It holds a special place in my heart – autobiographical, then not.

 

Rain

 

We are dancing in the rain

It matters not, that we’ll get wet –

life is meant to be messy

The rain’s fresh scent

Begs for entertainment.

The rain pours

And puddles lay at our feet

While others curse the rain

We dance and smile

Puddle slapping

We are young and free

While others carry excessive baggage

Their boots slap angrily

Grumbling snores through life

They can’t enjoy the rain

Their heart’s just not in it

Not today, nor tomorrow

They can never feel free.

My hair lays wet

Across my face

Your clothes are soaked

And it does not matter,

For when in love

You just want

To enjoy the moment

Embrace everything –

Including the rain.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: messy

Beautiful image, courtesy of Pixabay.com

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized, Woman's Poetry, Word Prompt

Recite to Me Your Love Poem

Love

 

Recite to me

your love poem.

Wrap your verbs

in your embrace

and show me

their heartfelt promise.

Keep me safe

Keep me warm

Keep

Me.

May the

nouns you utter

be my name

and in my likeness.

May you seek to uncover

the meaning of every syllable

and may you always desire

to taste their sweetness

upon your tongue.

I hope, that

within your veins

you seek the lightness

of every beautiful adjective uttered

may they call within you

remembrance of my face

the trace of my lines

and the curve of my lips.

May you utter them

in your sleep

and in the wakeful moments

may they bring a smile

in recollection

that I am yours.

Recite to me

your poetry

may it ring true

and resound in my ears

how much you love

how much you love

may it utter

how much I am loved

and may you always know

that lingering within those lines

are the simple truths,

as long as I am able to breathe

I shall love you too.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: recite

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #64: Remembrance

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

Portraits Series

 

She sat quietly on the bench
A book held in her lap
Not that she intended to read
But to distract herself
Should anyone pass on by.
She was not here
In her leisure
Seeking to rest among the falling leaves
To bask in the glow of Autumn sun
As it danced beneath the naked branches
She was here, lost in memories
A veil, in mourning, shrouding her face
It was here that they met so long ago
She sat upon the bench crying
Lost in her own worries
She barely noticed his shadow
Sitting beneath a tree.
He watched her, quizzically
Wondering at her sadness
And when he caught her eye,
She shyly glanced away
Not long after – she left.
From that moment on –
He could not forget her
And he often came to that very spot
In hopes to see her smile.
Later, in Autumn –
They met again at that same bench
She sat there, laughing with friends
And he knew his greatest desire
Was to be the reason behind her smile.
He courted her then –
With her father’s permission
And many autumns passed
Before he wed her on that same spot.
Hand in hand,
Leaves falling at their feet
She, looking shyly away
As she did so long ago
And she hid her smile
As they stood there,
Finally husband and wife.
Years had passed
They had moved on
New parks faded beneath their footsteps
And it was only in his passing
She remembered where they first met.
She sat on the bench
Silently counting the leaves as they fell
Counting the memories as they passed by –
one by one
She remembered the first time
She could barely make out his shadow
As he sat on the grass
Beneath the old oak tree
She remembered her sorrow
And she remembered
How he searched for her
Every passing day
Sitting on this very bench
Hoping to catch her eye.
She wept in remembrance
But she also wrapped herself
Within its warmth
For though he was gone,
He was a necessary part of her life.
For her, he was her reason to smile
Her reason to wake in the morning
And she basked in the beauty she had become
The beauty he had already seen
Years ago when they first met.
Every moment –
Every step toward this moment
Where she sat quietly on the bench
A book held in her lap
Was his life’s purpose
Etching his meaning into her life
Reflecting the beauty
She had never seen.
And though he was gone,
He was never more present
Than when you’d see her smile.

© Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Poetry, Poetry Based on Photos, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Heart Conversations, a poem

 

I breathe easy
because you are near me.
I know,
your treasure
as I see it, reflected in my own eyes
and I have come to understand
the lengths to which
I have learned
to define myself
by the beauty
that you see in my own soul.
I breathe
the air you breathe
and somehow,
it completes me
I sing the songs
that only you and I
may understand,
but I cherish the connection
your hand gently held in mine
your thoughts
intertwined with my own
perhaps singing,
a different song,
but side by side
they complement
the enjoyable sound
that nature seeks
and the world requires.
Many refuse
to seek the harmony
within our veins.
They refuse to speak
and deny the song,
but I stand with you
through sunshine and rain.
May you know
that the beauty
reflected in my eyes
is your own
and the beauty
you see in me,
became possible
beneath the touch
of your gentle heart.

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Experimental Poetry Forms, Love Poems, Poetry, Reverse Tetradecanet Poem, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Reverse Tetradecanet: Love, Mystify Me

Mystify

 

Love

Mystify me

Blend my edges

With only his soul

So that none can discern

Where he begins – where I end.

Make us of one heart, harmonized beating

May I feel his pulse within my veins

And when he exhales, let me take my breath

So that I may quench my thirst of his love

Finding rest and comfort when we can speak in similar tongue

The same stories lain between our chests, cherished at the moment written

And similarly cherished, as each day grows long – we hold them in remembrance

I am blessed he has built his foundation beneath the eaves of my heart.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2017

 

What is a Tetradecanet? It is a poem form that I made up to create fourteen line poems that are not rhyming.  The poem starts with one word and each line continues to add a word until you have the fourteenth line with fourteen words.

 

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #62: Saying Goodbye

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

Portraits Series

 

Fall has cast her shadow on us already
The day’s gentle creep into the chill of winter
It is slow but certain
And you can feel winter’s footsteps
Padding near the garden gates.
My heart is weighted now,
Filled with longing
For warmer days
And the sky sighs heavily
At morning light
Carrying the weight
Of hazy shades of gray
As azure bleeds near the horizon
And I lay here thinking of you.
I see the waving fields of grain
The warm breeze leaves them restless
And I remember the days we stopped here
Courting much longer past a summer’s romance
You held my hands
You held my gaze
And we wondered here
What we meant
What we started
Who we would become
I remember your kiss
Behind father’s barn
I remember
Our long embrace
And I never dreamt
We would let go
Or that you would ever leave.
I was young then, and naïve
And the thoughts I cherished
The love I held within my chest
Seemed never able to decrease.
But time,
Time changes a person
And as I lay here in the fields
Lazily looking at the sky
I finally realize –
That perhaps you never
Felt the same.
Your scent still on my lips
And your embrace
Still engraved upon my hips
But no, it was you who walked away
And I know that I had loved
As I never have loved before
But still, I shall love again –
With such great passion
That poets shall fill with such distress
At the thought such beauty
Could possibly exist.
So lend me your ear,
Dear friend
For you – have been forgotten
Just as the fields of grasses
That soon shall fall weak and heavy
With the weight of winter’s kiss.
Soon –
spring shall blossom
And I shall never remember
How it felt to be held
In your embrace.

© Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems

Portraits Poetry Series #61: The Last Kiss

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

Portraits Series
He leaned in closer
pressed his lips
to her hands
and sighed
deep and sorrowful
you could hear the pain
he tried to hide
not for fear
of looking foolish
but he wanted
to savor
these last moments
breathe them in
and hold them close
to his heart.
Later, and alone
he would mourn her
mourn the reason for his days
the woman who had held his hand
all these years
who had crafted
his heart
He held her hands thoughtfully
hers were soft and gentle hands
now, devoid of life
but before
they were his life’s purpose
for his heart delighted
at the thought of her touch
her smile
her scent
his face nestled
in the crook of her neck
inhaling deep
he sometimes wondered
at the cruelty of all this
loss –
his loss
her remembered scent
now losing shape
and he wondered how
he’d be brave enough
to live beyond this last kiss.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Love Poems, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #58: We Complete One Another

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

Portraits Series

We are opposites,
you and I –
the yin and yang
that woven together
makes us whole.
You complete
all that I am
and all that I strive for
and I can only wonder
how I ever existed
before you made
your presence known.
A kind hello,
a smile
and our friendship
was born
and over time
our friendship has grown
I have never loved
as I love all that you are
and I have never been
all that I could be
until your love
made me see
all that I am –
and all that I can see
are treasured beauty
I have willingly blossomed
in your loving presence.

(c) Sumyanna 2016