Wednesday, March 29, 2023
TWICE BLUSHING FLOWER, AND OTHER SHORT POEMS, MARCH 28, 2023
twice blushing flower first blush at touch of his words... second her own thoughts
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time to taste your love
soft love spilled on you from me...
becomes part of us
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alone in darkness
i play scenes over again...
we have not yet lived
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reaches out for her
when the storm breaks over him...
her love's safe haven
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a specific heart
not one simple type to find...
laying on love's shore
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with the rise of dawn
life and i awaken to...
daylight dreams of you
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feels she's not worthy
not aware that he treasures her...
just the way she is
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he whispers nothings
sets them free on summer breeze...
in hopes she will hear
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a lifelong battle
carried so many secrets...
burdens of others
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not bound to earth
nightly we visit the moon...
to be together
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riding wild currents
as we swim in love's river...
caught in its rapids
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shame on her some say
she doesn't feel she does wrong...
her lover agrees
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i once rode the storms
playfully defied wild winds...
now but memories
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light begins to dim
old dark memories return...
with sad loneliness
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#love #poems #poetry #donovanbaldwin
Labels: blushing, darkness, donovanbaldwin, haiku, love poems, senryu, short poems, taste
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
I WOULD WATCH THE STORMS, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN APRIL 26, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
I would watch the storms
Walls of rain clearly defined
Walk, as we say, across the bay,
Purple black streaks painted
From dark sky to dark water,
A silent mysterious torrent
Full of thunder and lightning,
Power displayed too far away,
Yet oncoming reality.
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In night's darkness,
The slightly darker
Waves in moonlight,
Curl with glowing crests,
Covering the sand
And receding,
Leaving the wet shore
Glistening somewhere
Between brown and silver,
And a salt spray smell,
Lingers with the echo,
Of the wave now gone.
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a warrior gone
battle armor gloves and mask...
death on the front line
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each sunrise sunset
watch well and remember all...
this time comes but once
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in her secret place
there hides my long vagrant muse...
silent in my ear
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if the rain be tears
you become my raging storm...
before which i break
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I need no paints
To draw my love,
Nor does she need,
Paints to draw me on,
For the model as she sits
Is the woman I wish to have
Not paints and powders
Baubles added to
Lips I wish to kiss,
Body I long to hold.
Heart I wish were mine.
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instead of angel
real experienced woman...
warm true and willing
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prisoner am i
life and happiness forfeit...
pacing in my cell
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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: The Wave (1869) by Gustave Courbet
Walls of rain clearly defined
Walk, as we say, across the bay,
Purple black streaks painted
From dark sky to dark water,
A silent mysterious torrent
Full of thunder and lightning,
Power displayed too far away,
Yet oncoming reality.
-----
In night's darkness,
The slightly darker
Waves in moonlight,
Curl with glowing crests,
Covering the sand
And receding,
Leaving the wet shore
Glistening somewhere
Between brown and silver,
And a salt spray smell,
Lingers with the echo,
Of the wave now gone.
-----
a warrior gone
battle armor gloves and mask...
death on the front line
-----
each sunrise sunset
watch well and remember all...
this time comes but once
-----
in her secret place
there hides my long vagrant muse...
silent in my ear
-----
if the rain be tears
you become my raging storm...
before which i break
-----
I need no paints
To draw my love,
Nor does she need,
Paints to draw me on,
For the model as she sits
Is the woman I wish to have
Not paints and powders
Baubles added to
Lips I wish to kiss,
Body I long to hold.
Heart I wish were mine.
-----
instead of angel
real experienced woman...
warm true and willing
-----
prisoner am i
life and happiness forfeit...
pacing in my cell
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: The Wave (1869) by Gustave Courbet
Labels: darkness, donovan baldwin, haiku, lightning, night, poems, poetry, rain, storms, thunder, water
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
SHORT LOVE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN January 23, 2019
THE SALT OF YOUR TEARS
You weep.
Not with sadness,
But, with the depth of your passion,
Responding to the love
I tried so poorly to explain...
Laughter on your face,
Tears in your eyes,
Upon your dear cheeks,
Gladly, I taste
The salt of your tears,
As I kiss each one...
Each silver drop of love.
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WORDS FAIL
Words fail.
I know what you are to me.
Who you are to me.
Who I am because of you,
But, there are no words that suffice,
Sufficient to the task of painting that picture,
Sharing the depth and intensity of all...
All...
You mean and are to me.
Perhaps my lack of words says more.
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COMPLETE ME
You did not complete me,
Make me whole.
Instead,
You stripped me,
Unveiled me,
Showed me the whole,
Entire,
Complete,
Me,
Made me look at myself, and
See what you saw,
What was there all the time.
I have always been complete,
You showed me
What the entirety of me
Truly is.
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IN DARKNESS
When darkness falls,
All seems senseless,
And there is no path,
You are my light,
My reason,
At your side,
The place I seek
Where I will be safe...
Forever.
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ONE LAST SOARING FLIGHT
One last soaring flight,
Leaving earth and care behind,
Seeking sunlight beyond the clouds,
Joined in this winged ecstasy,
By you, as tip to tip,
Our wings beat,
Higher and higher together,
Reaching to touch the sun,
And leave as one in
A golden blaze of glory,
Forever joined.
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SPIRIT WIND SPEAKS
Spirit wind speaks of secrets,
Known only to the moon,
And a few select elders
Of the people of the night,
Who share among themselves,
But not with mortals
A tale of two lovers,
Separated by sea and mountain,
Time and space and history,
Each lost and alone,
Who found each other.
Not with sadness,
But, with the depth of your passion,
Responding to the love
I tried so poorly to explain...
Laughter on your face,
Tears in your eyes,
Upon your dear cheeks,
Gladly, I taste
The salt of your tears,
As I kiss each one...
Each silver drop of love.
-----
WORDS FAIL
Words fail.
I know what you are to me.
Who you are to me.
Who I am because of you,
But, there are no words that suffice,
Sufficient to the task of painting that picture,
Sharing the depth and intensity of all...
All...
You mean and are to me.
Perhaps my lack of words says more.
-----
COMPLETE ME
You did not complete me,
Make me whole.
Instead,
You stripped me,
Unveiled me,
Showed me the whole,
Entire,
Complete,
Me,
Made me look at myself, and
See what you saw,
What was there all the time.
I have always been complete,
You showed me
What the entirety of me
Truly is.
-----
IN DARKNESS
When darkness falls,
All seems senseless,
And there is no path,
You are my light,
My reason,
At your side,
The place I seek
Where I will be safe...
Forever.
-----
ONE LAST SOARING FLIGHT
One last soaring flight,
Leaving earth and care behind,
Seeking sunlight beyond the clouds,
Joined in this winged ecstasy,
By you, as tip to tip,
Our wings beat,
Higher and higher together,
Reaching to touch the sun,
And leave as one in
A golden blaze of glory,
Forever joined.
-----
SPIRIT WIND SPEAKS
Spirit wind speaks of secrets,
Known only to the moon,
And a few select elders
Of the people of the night,
Who share among themselves,
But not with mortals
A tale of two lovers,
Separated by sea and mountain,
Time and space and history,
Each lost and alone,
Who found each other.
Labels: darkness, donovan baldwin, love poems, poem, poetry, short love poems, tears
