Kerli Tulva: Favorites

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Luna Lynn

would you believe
it is the simplest of things,
could it be the top of the world?
possibly;
in comparison, that is what it is to me
my love, you hold the candle by all means
to lie next to you at the end of God's day
is pure perfection, you see
i am merely beneath the covers to dream
and doing so next to you,
is my favorite place to be

I love you forever, T.

(C) Maxwell 2015

#love #dream #sleep #comfort

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Unsettled Heart

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

ryn

Unsettled Heart

my whispers,
they float over the currents
braving the undulating waves in our overture...
around their necks, hung time-worn pendants

whispers...
struggling to convey my sentence
like wreaths adrift perhaps with hope
like a requiem filled perhaps with remorseful penance
but more like weakened footholds on a slippery *****...

this dream...
only spoke grandly of sprawling blackness
where nothing did gleam
only thoughts heavy but...
oddly weightless

except for...
a repertoire of transgressions...
raucous and obnoxious
mischievous taunts that pull me back
caging me,
enslaving me,
smothering me senseless

that was my consciousness
where second chances exist...
in faint sporadic eruptions
through the heavy curtains of uncertainty's mist

finally awakened by hastened breaths
heavy and laboured
as like previous temporary deaths

I could hear my heart
thumping...
beating...
fighting...
to set its beats apart

breathe deep...
allow the new day's air sink in
rise fully from sleep
wake up
and...
let today begin

Based on a dream.

#hellopoetry107 #unsettledheart

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

This Day Is Not Cliche

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Jonny Angel

This Day Is Not Cliche

Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Sheet of Paper

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Amitav Radiance

Sheet of Paper

A single sheet of paper
Crushed by the paperweight
Few lines written across
Now, forgotten and resigned
To their fate of loneliness
Poetic heart’s fleeting indulgence
Scarred the pristine canvas
Bearing the burden of poetic frenzy
Single sheet of paper to the rescue
Now, crushed by the paperweight
Forgotten and lonely
A love story between words and paper
Neglected by the poet

#feelings #poetry #words #poet #paper #forgotten

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Every day that you will be with me

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Chris

Every day that you will be with me

.

For every grain of sand the ocean shoreline comes to move
To count them all a task so very long
Fill your hand with grains that come in time to you to prove
The softness is a feeling ever strong

Endless possibilities now sprinkle in the wind
Dancing to the magic that we feel
Shiny little glistenings about the ground begin
Each and every foot step is so real

As we walk along our feet they know where we have been
Only do our hearts know where we go
Just to have these moments in our life now once again
And the knowledge that I love you so

Somewhere there’s a number written down in someone’s dreams
Noting every grain of sand we see
Staggering the digits as I hope the number means
*Every day that you will be with me

Thank you for reading

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

Infinitely composed

Apr 2015 Kerli Tulva

poetessa diabolica

Infinitely composed

I tasted you on my lips
hint of last night's honey,
   your essence lingered
a musky scent still
    enveloped my senses,
sun and stars had risen
  simultaneously
beckoning through pale
   filtered moonlight,
sharing what lovers do
we were as gypsy souls
    gaily dancing naked,
to the tempestuous
  music of lustful hearts
leaving sensibilities
    for the light of day,
when mingled ambiance
dwelled in contemplation
and the possibilities
        were infinitely composed