Free Verse

Page Poetry

My second Alphabet Challenge inspired “P” post today! Granted Page Poetry is going to pale in comparison to Poe Poetry. However, given that my last name begins with the letter “P” and I write poetry, I couldn’t let Poe have all of the fun. Here are 4 short, individual pieces of Page Prose & Poetry:

Tell me that it is not
a figment of my imagination,
that it is more
than a fantasy.
If you cannot,
don’t wake me.
I rather like this dream.

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I long to be real.
I ache to be seen.
I wish to be more
Than trapped in your dream.

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Flicker of candlelight
In lovers eyes,
Glow of moonlight
On midnight skies,
Echo of starlight
On a placid sea,
You are the light
That illuminates me.

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A flower blooms.
A child cries.
A life is born
As an old man dies.
Life’s not given,
It is a loan.
It’s time we use
But never own.

If you missed my first “P” post from today, I featured my favorite poet/writer, Edgar Allan Poe. Check it out!

Vainglory

Exquisite dendrite
Wishing to be admired
Leapt from
The clouds
In haste
Failing to realize
Her uniqueness
Would be lost
Among the masses.

Photo courtesy of Deviant Art.

Danseur Minuscule

Tiny dancer
On candle’s crown,
Her muted flicker
A solitary minuet.
Lonely dancer
Longs for the Breeze
To change the pace
So that she may tango.

 

 

 

Image courtesy of Deviant Art

 

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Your Pen

With your pen as your wand
You cast your spell.
I am entranced
By the power
Of the words you have written.
Exhilaration overwhelms me
With each new sentence.
My heart pounds harder.
A tingling sensation
Erupts from the pit of my soul.
The hand that graced those pages
Grasps relentlessly at my heart.
I try to ward it off,
My resistance futile.
The echoes of your voice
Are ever present
In my mind.
Each passing day
Finds me repeating more frequently
Your stanzas to myself.
Desperate to tell you,
Yet trapped in another life.
My unavailable heart,
Drives me mad,
Begs me to tell you
Of how it is consumed
By the silence of your pen,
The danger in your words,
And the excitement of each new page.
For now my mind
Denies my heart its deepest desires,
Forcing yet another addition
To the secrets of my soul.

Breadcrumbs

The glint in your eye.
The dimple on your cheek.
The way your skin
Would frame your lips
With parentheses
When you’d smile.
Like a drug,
I craved that
Look of amusement
Upon your face.
I’d do anything.
I’d become anyone.
Such a small sacrifice
For such a beautiful reply.
My willingness
Made you happy.
You led and I followed.
The path down which
You have taken me
Has now narrowed
With the overgrowth
Of weeds and vines.
You have long since
Ventured ahead,
Happily pioneering,
Continuing to cut through
Obstacles and make your way
Down the uncharted
Paths of life,
Leaving your passenger behind.
I’m still here.
Now lost.
Trapped in a world
Not of my design.
I’ve become someone else,
Someone unrecognizable.
To continue behind you
Would be to stray further
From myself.
So I must turn back.
I will find my way
Using the pieces of me
That I dropped like breadcrumbs
As I followed you into darkness,
Until I have collected them all
Making me whole
And leading me home.