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 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
g clair
My summer pearl fell from the train
       it was a fake, but just the same
sad was the day I left your side
      the season's end , bereft I cried
and waved goodbye without restrain.

        You gave me popcorn and a prize
and I could see it in your eyes
       just like a diamond in the sand
you found my heart when you took my hand
     and gave me ******* Jack's surprise.

I wore that ring as if it were
       a symbol of your love that summer
as seasons go, there came a day
      you asked if we'd come back to stay
we never did, I was a kid and life's a ******.

Long-distance is a lonely thing
       your letters made me want to sing
daydreams and photographs
      time passes trains and laughs
I kept the t-shirt and the ring.

You asked me once how I could cry
        over a plastic pearl gone bye
because I loved you so, you see
       we were like real to me, and gee
it hurt me more that you'd ask why.

Hello I just turned turned forty-nine
        I saw your Facebook page online
you have a wife I see,
       and a growing family
a little girl named Clementine.

Your other daughter is fifteen
        won't friend her father cause she's mean
she met a guy she loves, a cook
        he gave her cashmere gloves, and look
she's posting pictures on the screen.

Don't know you now, you don't know me
        one chapter from our history
although it's long been lost and such
       and though it didn't cost you much
that summer pearl was never free
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
g clair
He takes her love to meet his need
this bachelor is a selfish breed
she'll tolerate his cruelty for affection;
She's walked on eggshells, feeling sad
and breaking down she sees her dad
but why the anger, why all the correction?

Locked inside her cloud of love
so aimlessly she'll float above
the memories- each time his rage exploded;
and never being good enough
perplexed at why he seems so gruff
when only yesterday he swooned and doted.

She, the ever-loving type
would jump to fix his every gripe
and dance around him while his heart was hurtin'
believing then, "it must be me"
the source of all his angst, you see
but now she knows the truth, of this she's certain.

Taking one last chance she'll try
to reach out to this troubled guy
and longing to become his heart's desire
staged to win his softer side
she'll do her best to smile and hide
the fear, this saintly dear, her heart's a liar.

Never will there ever be
a stable point where they are free
to be, although she'd hoped their love was certain;
the disapproval in his eyes
is something she should recognize
it's been disguised until the final curtain
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
a maki
my oh my,
      my faraway one
far from the land
      and the sea
           and the sun.

the breath that you breathe
      sinking into the seas
         gasping for me
           in the warm summer breeze.

my faraway one
     taller than trees
           deeper than roots
              growing down to the seas
the love for we is all you may need.
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
a maki
I want to find you in the storm of the sea
the calm of the waves
crashing down onto me

the clasp of your hand
on the nape of my neck
as we lie in the sun with our backs bending back

the roots of our touch
planting into the ground
hoping that we will be lost and then found

like an x on the map that’s marking the spot
the dots that connect
the have and have nots

just look into my eyes
the soul and the prize
finding its way out of the darkened night skies.
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
a maki
we sat on the earth
the air in our lungs
a picture so clear
you were my dear, calling me darling.

my mind is turned
with the thoughts of you
so far from me
thinking of sinking, into the deep dark sea.
Miss T.Rious

why so

serious

let me help you


SMILE.
MYSTERIOUS Or not I hope this made you smile
How is it

that
my heart

speaks your name

when my lips
cannot

for fear my tongue

betrays me

to other ears but mine own.


WHY.
Sometimes we need to let our hearts speak for us other times not. Based on a conversation with Sassybutsweet about her comments on my refuse to see poem
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