She’s agile and
seeking comfort,
over and over.

Like a violin she plays
with her web.

Black Widow
laying in her web,
weaving and sewing,
seeking her lover.

Black widow
see her weaving,
see her sewing,
waiting for her lover,
agile and seeking comfort.

Black widow
laying in her web,
binding and binding
so fast she’s winding.

Black widow
living in my window.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

Think not how life has been unfair,
don't allow your soul
to go down in despair.

Forget me not
upon this day,
for my memory lives on
as long as you aspire
to grow and cultivate
what I have taught you.

Forget me not
as I take my last breath,
Forget me not
on this last night,
Forget me not
for I never leave you,
Forget me not
for my ghost I leave behind,
Forget me not
for I am never far behind you.

Forget me not
For I will never forget you.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

Think not how life has
been unfair,
don't allow your soul
to fall into despair.

Forget me not
upon this day,
for my memory lives on
through you.

Forget me not
as I take my last breath,
Forget me not
for my ghost I leave behind,
Forget me not
For I am never far behind.

Forget me not
For I will never forget you
nor how much
I love you.*

*© By Amanda D Shelton

I gathered you up,
You came to me
while I was wondering.

You grew into
a blossoming format,
You slowly became
a perfect rhyme.

Slowly you grew
into full paragraphs.

line by line,
You took some time
to bloom into
your poetic structure.

I fell in love with your
elegant and mysterious ways.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

I love your beams,
Your shimmer and shine.

I love your waves;
you push the tides with your wane,
casting your reflection
upon our Ocean tides.

I love your fullness
and your curves are so divine.

I love your dusty ways,
I find you beautiful, mysterious,
elegant, and callus
in your concrete state of change.

To the moon,
I have confessed my darkest fears,
You never laughed
nor judged me,
You always lent me your ear.

You listened to my poetry,
Without biasing; you took no attempt
to change my formatting​
to conform to your comfort
and perfection.

You are a poem,
waiting to be written.

Ode to your beautiful format,
your haiku breathes heavily upon
my sky, reminding me to keep writing.

To the moon and back again.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

Delightfull as the tree,
Delighted is the bee,
as the buzzing becomes a dance,
the bee thanks the tree
for its flowers nectar
gave him honey.

Buzzy bee's collect the nectar
so they can make their honey.

Bee kind to your neighbor,
for you never know
when you will run out of nectar.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

Sweet dreams, my love.
May your night drift you
on cloud nine.
As you collide with the stars
may they fall
and awaken your wishes
to all possibilities of coming true.

I blow you a wish
with my true loves kiss.
May your dreams
be sweeter than honey or wine.

Goodnight my love.

© By Amanda D Shelton

" A night to remember, a night of delight, a night for moonlight lovers, traveling on a blanket of stars and the moons light is their covers."

Once upon a dreary day,
my heart was stolen;
over time it was broken.

This blue eyed boy
ran off with my heart,
only to burn it until nothing but ashes were smeared on the ground.

He has a sharpe tongue that cut my feelings like butter.

Made me feel horrible and used,
after all of his abuse.
I felt hated and accused,
unloved and abused.

He never saw my love,
he never saw my pain,
he never cared enough.

My love was in vain.

© By Amanda D Shelton

My pain is deep,
it is deeply rooted
in your struggles and strife.

I suffer when you suffer
because I love you.

I hurt when you hurt
because I love you.

My heart breaks with every strike
you make,
with every mean word you say,
it cuts me like a knife,
leaving scares behind.

My heart is bruised,
with feelings you abused.

My heart lays at your feet,
yet you keep stomping it
into the ground.

I am nothing to you
but a smudge of dirt
on the ground.

Your word’s mean something to me,
yet you use them to hurt me.

At last,
to love is to know
how to suffer,
because once that love dies
something inside us dies too.

I know because I love you,
and we are broken in two.

I will always feel an emptiness
where you use to reside.

I will always remember
the missing piece
that is you in my life.

I will grieve for you
as I do my mother who died.

Goodbye my love, my darling.
I will never forget our times together.

© By Amanda D Shelton

“For my broken heart died while you squeezed the life from its main artery. Such sorrowful word’s are, goodbye my love.”

Lovely flame,
lovely bones laying by the fire.

Two lover's cling to the warmth
of its blaze,
embraced by its girth
and its violent birth.

Two burning flames
consumed by its bloom.

Such passion it requires,
such passionate lover's,
laying together within its violent covers.

© By Amanda D Shelton

From day one,
I warned you of my heat.

Why haven’t you learned
don’t play with me,
if you can’t take the heat.

The cards are on the table son,
pick your game,
but be careful my friend,
for the devil already won.

Have you ever danced with the devil
in the pale moonlight?

His violan bayed at the moon,
as the devil danced with the shadows
on the street.

He gambles with your soul,
he makes you move your feet.

Don’t dance with the devil,
unless you can handle the heat.


© By Amanda D Shelton

Slipped through the cracks of reality,
this is where I lost my sanity.

Soon the shadow's creeped,
creeped closer with each heart beat.

With the sounding of the drums,
sanity strums, strums, strums,
playing with my string's
I'm a puppet with her metronet.

Sanity I dreamt,
drowning in its depths,
reality slipped
deeply within my dreams,
there you will find my screams.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Of autumn we think of its color
,its change and covers.

Such beauty comes
from the depth of heat,
as the summer makes way
for falls wake and bow.

Aw what beauty awaits
dressed in her Auburn gown?

Her beauty beckons with
red, yellow, and brown.

Autumn lives for the cooler ground,
the wind’s and tree’s,
the cool coming of winter’s breeze.

They kiss like lovers do,
dancing like dancers do,
taking one breath at a time.

Autumn is here,
she’s already bowing
kissing winter with her
chilled lips of change.


© By Amanda D Shelton

Of dusty dreams and forgotten wishes,
falling from the heavens
I fell for you, as star’s do.

My shimmer dazzled
and amazed,
as my tail grazed the sky,
I leave wonder in your eyes.
*
© By Amanda Shelton

On a whim,
the idea’s began to swim.

Every word, every line,
I began to write my rhyme.

I became passionate and insain,
as I spit out my ink.

Like a fire breathing Dragon,
my poetic passions
burned from within,
waiting to burst forth
from the poet within.

Every moment I waste,
I now foresee,
a fragile quill an ink pen,
scratching the parchment
with its eagle like claws.

Soon the Dragon within me
will bleed out
from beneath my skin.

I then will write my poetry,
releasing the poetic Dragon
deep within me.*
*
© By Amanda Shelton

Upon unspoken word's
you traveled closer,
you managed to crawl into my life,
like an unwanted itch,
you ******* up
my sense of security.

My contentment ran away with my
future, leaving behind insecurity.

Soon your heavy waves will hit,
causing my shores to crumble and tumble
into nothing.

Your winds take up my time,
like unwanted dreams
that turn into nightmares.

Yet this whole time,
You were nothing but my shadow
looking for the spotlight.  *

© By Amanda Shelton

From
The Weathering Poet

And once again you meet me in a sweet dream; our moments are short but weathered like the passion I feel for you.  

Aw yes with such passionate embraces I melt into your arms once again,  only to find you were never mine.

Upon unspoken word's you left me there, as I was awoken to the sent of your perfumed passion.  

I breathed you in like a perfumed rose, as my mind devoured you for all time.

But I lost you once again upon the waking of a sweet dream.  

I await for the next time ,
when we will walk on the shores of our sweetest dreams. *

© By Amanda D Shelton

I woke with chills
shivering down my spine,
like a scratchy shadow
clawing at my skin,
I trimmer from within.

My fears consume
and devour,
as my mind goes sour.

These night’s I fight with monsters
from my nightmares,
deeper and deeper
I slowly approach
my darkest dreams,
only to find my tortured screams.

© By Amanda D Shelton

The rose release's a threat
but to us it is a beautiful perfume.

The rose crys as its petals release there grip,
one by one they
fall to the ground.
Joining the others,
whome fall consumes.

Being of a poet's design, I create imagery with a poetic line.

My thoughts exit through my pen, scratched and drained of my inspirations.

Of white pages and ink stained fingers,
you will find me mingling with my creativity, pondering upon my aspirations like a sneaky shadow soaking up the light.

I am a shadow of my former self, these day's end with
the nasty taste of
ash and suit.

Bleakly soaked with the
black interior of my dreams, it seemed doomed as decaying wind's
begin to blow.

You are like dust in the wind, your ashes linger but not for long.

The ghosts of my past
sneak into the home
of my lofty dreams,
only to settle upon my mind.

The weight of such a loss,
I gained upon your last breath.

I said my goodbyes but my heart died that night,
you held on for me.  

Your tears will never be forgotten.
My mother you will
always be.

My shadowed self deployed emotions of grief.

I feel the emptiness you left behind.
Though I miss your face,
I will never forget our embraces.

Forever more my mother you will be.
No matter if it is in
life or death,
I will never forget.

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​"I believe in love at first write."

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Every poem I write, every word I spent,
everyday that I sat and shared my poetic whispers
into the vastness of the web.
Somewhere along the way I lost myself.

Each scribble, every rant and dribble
was written by my fragmented heart,
beating and bleeding
every last drop of ink I had left.

Onto these pages,
full of my poetic scares,
a lost art is once again found,
it was hiding under my skin.

In my mind it festered and decayed.

Like rotten, forgotten, dead flowers
perfumed by its wilting mulch.

Soon my poetic form will transcend above this vast web,
it will take intrigue, wrap it up to prepare for its transformation.

Forming words into poetic justice;
that cursed my ink soaked soul,
with abstract view of reality,
that I wrote while I fought my sufferings.

What a sad day it will be,
if ever I lose my poetic drive.

Oh woe is me, unto such a day as this.

The darkest hour of my life would be, the day
I lose my true love (poetry).


♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
© By Amanda D Shelton

From
Don't Forget About Me
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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
What Sweet Dreams May Come,
Like Waves On The Ocean Shore?

Heavy like rain,
love devoured my dreams.
As my passions died, upon the waking
of my rose colored visions.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥


And within a sweet dream
you came to me.
Once there, you began
to devoured me,
with your lips
you stole my heart
and what was left
of my passion.

There you stood before
the shoreline
of my lost dreams,
as your light beckoned
to my waves.

I lost my mystery to your winds,
as my waves beat and pushed
upon your misty sands.

I became a ghost,
a lost wandering soul,
who stole your promises
and dreams.

Those dream like lips,
salty and sweet
took me back into your arms
once again.
And there we stood in each other’s embrace,
forever mingling with the sands
of our sweetest dreams.

Such passions we dreamt,
of two lovers walking
in the morning breeze.
We became a flame
burning brightly in the night,
as the dawn devoured
our blaze with its morning light.

As we walk on the shores
of a sweet dream,
the waking time devoured
my rose colored visions
and I lost you once again within a sweet dream.


♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
© By Amanda Shelton

From

My Dying Heart Collection
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Dust and blood is our love,
the roses were only to **** my
inspiration,
for your promises were spoiled before they left your lips.

Your kiss stool my reserve,
and you never kept your promises.

Your love dead along side
your promises,
as well as my heart.

Ticking of the clock,  
tick tock, tick tock...
the ghostly hour
is approaching,
it is creeping closer
by the minute.

Each blink,
each breath,
each step,
is closer to its depths.  

1 by 1 adds up to 2,
each moment it is creeping
closer to you.  

Misty breath,
ghostly hour approaching
faster by the hour.  

1 by 1 adds up to 2,
the ghostly hour is upon you.

Pounding heart,
beating out of your chest,  
footsteps sounding across the room.

The ghostly hour is upon you.
3am oh no...


Boo!


© By Amanda Shelton

The shadows lengthened
as the night ended.

Ghostly visions
dear to intrude,
these nightly visits
are dream like and crude.

I learned about the shadows
and the darkly lit meadows.

I like the roses,
I bloomed and grew
with the knowledge of spring.  


© By Amanda Shelton

I sat with much contentment,
for I am happiest when I write.

All my might
goes into the night,
with every word,
I began to write.

My shadow play’s
as my poet craves,
and my words are engraved
upon the writer’s block.

Soon word’s will play
as I write the plot.

The poet I am,
the dreadful lot,
dried up my thoughts.

Nevermore will I deplore
such illusion upon your life,
instead I will cut like a knife
into your mind,
there I will set forever allure,
nothing but shallow word’s,
yet still my poetic heart fell
into a poet’s disease,
with such passion I fell deeply.

I do adore word's
and there I was lost.

I fell to my knees,
as poetry devoured me.

© By Amanda Shelton

I am not nutty, I'm allergic to nuts.
I am batty. Duh!


© By Amanda Shelton

Married in death lovers forever,
yet life came and took one away.

Left alone the dead lover rose to claim
his true love's heart.

So as in death they are also together in life.

© By Amanda Shelton

From
Reversed Poetry