It’s hard to place,
these symphony of aches,
that serenade your heart…
pulling strings,
between the dotted lines,
of abstract inhibitions.
copyright poem and image neha 2016
Symphony
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Happy Diwali to All Celebrating!
May the light always find you,
when you are lost to the dark
may you never lose that spark,
of hope in your heart…
Happy Diwali! 🙂
Calling All Creative Minds/Poets to a poetic collaboration – “When Dreams Fade Away”
image copyright neha 2016
Hello Everyone,
A thought of another collaboration has been on my mind for a while. It is not intended to be as intense as the “PoetsForPeace” Collaboration but more so like my previous collaboration, “Writing Letters by The Moon Light“. I hope you all let your hearts speak as you join in this effort. Please add all your poems in the comment section! I will add all contributions in the order they come in different colors and for this time I will list the contributor directly below the contribution. All are welcome as long as you keep it clean and are not hateful or disrespectful towards anyone else ( which I don’t foresee happening with this topic; however, the decision to add will be at my discretion). I will try to update the collaboration once a week and it will be open until November 30, 2016. Also, only new poems will be accepted in this collaboration so get inspired by the topic and use the words and picture as your guide. :)I will start it off and I hope you will join me into making this another beautiful piece of collaborative poetry! Thank you all! ❤
When the tears stop talking
and your heart lay still
in that fleeting moment,
when dreams fade away…
poem copyright Neha 2016 (forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com)
I cried in the middle of the garden
not one bird would come and sing a song
all that was left was a bare branch
I felt a chill in my bones
I heard my heart shattered
and the world seemed black
when you left me
fade away
our dreams
gone
(c) ladyleemanila 2016 (ladyleemanila.wordpress.com)
Dreams Fade Away
Remembering you and me,
remembering when love was new.
The days we drifted through together,
until your love for me had flown.
It was nothing I had done or said,
it was just that your love was not true.
So sadly I let you go away
and with you –
all the dreams we dared to dream –
simply just faded away.
Copyright R.Raisters
10/22/2016 (yamarella.wordpress.com)
Canopy
Serenade me with your smile whilst I drown
in unkempt autumn, wondrous and wild. Read to me
from tomes with dusted jackets and aching spines
while sepia images with feathered edges flicker
through my mind as you wrap me in your world.
Cry for me a river but only so I can bathe among
the lilies festooned on its brow; I will soothe the ripples
till you are at peace again, and when you warm
my shivering skin by awakening faded dreams,
will you wrap me in your world?
copyright Anita Lubesh 2016 (writingasitcomes.wordpress.com)
When dreams fade away at dawn
then the truth will shine
and the night become day
so hold that dream
and one day it will be
reality…
copyright Maureen Sudlow (kiwissoar.wordpress.com)
I am adrift
on a dry, featureless sea,
under a starless night sky
floats a generic me.
Surrounded by the endless sands,
The ifs, the buts, the ampersands.
Another foray into this bleak tableau,
this desert of my unconscious,
that I never know.
Would that I had never dreamed,
nor ever have closed my eyes.
Each morning I awake unchanged
uncertain I am sane.
Before I ever dared to dream
of you and I, in days gone by.
Nightmares now they seem.
Suspended from a single thread,
about my neck, about my head.
To hang above the tearstained pillow,
twisting while I lethargically I billow.
Lips, a silent moue, eyelids twitching,
victim of small death’s bewitching.
Sewn, a shroud of my own making,
wishful thinking, no less breathtaking.
Naked here upon the bier.
Each night I am lied to, and the liar,
the shadow, and that which cast me,
on the wall of the cave,
when my dreams fade.
Copyright © 2016 All rights reserved M. Zane McClellan (thepoetrychannel.wordpress.com)
As dreams fade away
heart slips back to sleep
surrendering the day to mind
a time to plan, sort and act
but heart is patient and kind
waiting for the still of night
to ride the universe of stars
planting seeds of love
copyright Brad (writingtofreedom.wordpress.com)
A word, a phrase,
And suddenly the moon hides
Behind a cloud.
It says “Come! Fall with Me!”
My tide moves out
I stay on the beach,
Searching the scour for
Something permanent.
“No,” I reply.
“I’m too busy to drown today.”
copyright@ explorethetempest.wordpress.com
Gem collector
Night flies down, as if the sun forgot the pace and ran from this sky in such haste as to forget her jewels, left them dotting the indigo fabric. She was pursued by the moon, who sits with his diamond purse, sweeping up and laughing at his temporary good luck.
copyright@ explorethetempest.wordpress.com
fading dreams
was a time when dreams
meant potential
meant hope
held
a promise
of future plans
and a brighter tomorrow
but years grow shorter
potential fades
even hope
dims
and dreams
are more about
what might have been
Copyright Ken Gierke 2016 (rivrvlogr.wordpress.com)
We watch sand ripples,
secret windblown messages,
all lost at high tide.
And when the tide ebbs, seashells,
pebbles gleam, where once we walked.
Copyright Jane Dougherty (janedougherty.wordpress.com)
Dream within a Dream, Fading
despite the distance
separating us
within a dream
I hold you close
in a dream
dream and dream fading
like a last wisp of fog
I feel you stir
as I hold you close
that distance behind us
Copyright Ken Gierke 2016 (rivrvlogr.wordpress.com)
Now I Lay Me Down To Dream
The light filters through
As the leaves gently roll to the ground
The time for harvest
The time to prepare for the season of hibernation
The long sleep of winter is beckoning
Drawing near
Now I lay me down to dream
Dream of all that is possible
Dream of all that is good
Creation
copyright Lorrie Bowden 2016 (lorriebowden.wordpress.com)
Clouds collect, then go astray
They have no time to stop and play
I close my eyes and wonder why
Breathing out, an endless sigh
Of darkness, overtaking thought
Leaving me somber, silently fraught
As nighttime, void of color, stays
I lose myself, when dreams fade away
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved (dorindaduclos.com)
Shapes of Memories in the Singing Breeze,
Forgotten moments of Yesterday Sighing
As Time unravels in Harmonious Splendour,
Fragments of Intrepidity are flying
Upon the Silken Majesty
Of Russet Autumn turning the page,
Whispers of Unspoken Dreams
Like leaves, once Verdant, fall as they fade.
~Morgan~
https://booknvolume.com/
When dreams fade away
My mind will quickly pray
My heart will seek my creator
Asking to feel his grace today
For I need his spirit near
To gently erase my fears
To plant within a new joy
With a renewal, i can employ
In me, an emptiness now exists
Which colors my world gray
I now need lord your sweet blessing
To renew my life-light today.
For only you have the power
To heal my heart today
So please hear my faithful prayer
Bringing an inspiring joy to stay.
copyright 2016 Wendell A. Brown (wherewordsdailycomealive.wordpress.com)
If they’re not watered
Dreams wither & die if they’re not watered daily
& like blue skies they’ll turn quite unsavoury.
If you don’t have, keep a little glint of sunlight
Back for a rainy day, life becomes a mudslide.
& melancholy a never ending, monsoon
Sodden hearted in a badly, tailored, consume.
Dreams sadly fade & self-doubt grows it denigrates
It destroys our faith & belief. It infiltrates-
Our very core till we all fear frankly to fall.
Fall, get backup we must if we’re to walk, not crawl.
Dreamers rise to the occasion they don’t give in.
Unlike me & others, they carry on & win.
It’s only by force of root that a seedling grows
Creates a stem; sturdy enough to hold the rose.
© 2016 Mark Heathcote
A squirrel’s dream
Do squirrel’s dream, it isn’t observed…
But I bet all those nerves & sinews twitch
As it leaps & bounds to its stash—reserved
With its red tail like some, broom of a witch.
Airborne through the forest, unmatched
A squirrel’s dream, what might it be, let’s guess
I guesstimate it won’t be anything abstract
It’s feasible to assume and acquiesce
That in all likelihood it’ll be food orientated
A hoard of chestnuts a cache of gold acorns
A stockpile of hazelnuts newly expiated.
Larders restocked stolen from its neighbours.
In all likelihood it’ll have nightmares also…
Just as we do, only they’ll be about the red fox
Chewing down on its ribs, eating its torso
In all likelihood, it’s just a normal paradox.
© 2016 Mark Heathcote
AUTUMN
In tree branches
rustle of leaves
definition of fall
soft landing
under my soles
secretly played game
grayish, foggy
October morning
prompts smile
anticipation
of fiery April
resurrection
philosophy of leaves
exegesis
harmony
purpose
copright 2016 Manolis Aligizakis (http://www.authormanolis.wordpress.com)
When dreams fade away
Eyes that once saw beauty in everything.
Once strong legs lost the want to run.
Man who held great dreams, now want and need less.
The dreamer is hidden away.
Sane and logical life stole away the wishes and the hope of my youth.
When the dreams fade away and you become just enough.
What did we become?
copyright John Coyote 2016 (johncoyote.wordpress.com)
young lusts burn,
tables turn.
politicians lie,
humans die.
money made,
old dreams fade.
rush, time will –
but love is still.
copyright 2016 (loislinks.wordpress.com)
Dreams are hope
Woven into a tale
Wherein we dwell
At the silken center
Of a magical web
Of charming stories
Spun into life among
The beauty of wildflowers
And sweet fruit of sturdy trees
Or the green and silver grasses
And high sheltering bulrushes
That cover the slopes and meadows
And edge the lapping waters
Along the shores
Of our lives.
Dreams lend us wings
To soar into the future;
Then the world turns
And we drift down to earth
Finding ourselves nothing
But body and bone
As dreams fade away.
Written by Margaret Mair (https://mairimages.wordpress.com/)
When I, at last,
Open my eyes to the brilliance
Of forever,
No more to toil, to weep
No restless sleep.
When pain is but a memory
Soon snuffed by blissful peace
And low within the bosom
Of Earth doth my weary shell
At last find repose.
Do not weep for me
Nor lament what might have been,
For joy is found in freedom
From these wordly chains,
the nightmare of struggle ends
When dreams fade away….
by Cheryl KP (tropicalaffair.wordpress.com)
When dreams fade away,
may the sweet taste of hope remain.
2 Nov 2016 Patti Hall (https://1writeplace.com/)
When you left me
all those years ago
against your will
and surely against mine,
the dreams in my young heart
faded slowly
into mere echos
of another lifetime.
Four decades later,
after years of doubt
and darkness,
a speck of dream
survived
asleep so deep
it barely breathed.
When the time came
that you found me again,
and you kissed me
by the river at sunset,
and I smelled your neck
just below your ear,
the dream awakened.
Sparks flew because we knew
the dream was more than just alive
and more than just a dream.
By JoAnne Silvia (joannaoftheforest.wordpress.com)
WHEN DREAMS FADE AWAY
In the deep sediment of my mind
some long-dormant fragment of memory
has been inadvertently twitched
When dreams fade away
and night segues into day
I try to grasp it but it slips away
It lingers in the mind, unbidden
between and betwixt, drawing my attention
a thin tape whirring in my mind’s recorder
By Sofia Kioroglou, (sofiakioroglou.wordpress.com)
When the dream fades away
I wake to reality,
Hearing you breathe in the stillness
The necessity of sleep
Both a grief
And a gift;
The time we have lost
And your warmth
To wake me.
By Sue Vincent (scvincent.wordpress.com)
To Windows and Dreams
The end of the day
when the body rests in harmonious partnership with comfort
an oxymoron to uncertainty, the human will relive
its subconscious babble in the dream.
how many manifestations of destiny exist behind windows
when life is about choice and time is about limits
bury the rest in clay of different colors
body from the Earth, mind from the Divine
peering through the windows of what is lost
the sight of mounds and mounds I sleep.
I sleep now feeling weighed upon by all I have lost to the ego.
There are dreams to be had—in tonight’s I’ll be flying.
By Kate Houck (https://katehouck3.wordpress.com/2016/10/13/to-windows-and-dreams/)
“Map to Yesterday”
Map to Yesterday
Painted with rain on south wind’s
Sunset whisper-wings
Lost to orchid twilight time
When I was young, you yet lived
~
I remember this
All roads led back to you, Love
My heart at your feet
~
Sandcastle dreams drowned
Palm fronds hid me from your view
Garland of mourning
Fragrant as today’s mem’ries
Teal waves cresting, white-lace-trimmed
~
Snow falls on harvest
Apples, drifting like sugar
My grief still tastes sweet
~
Copyright Delyn Merce, 2016 (stuttersteppingheart.wordpress.com)
Light of the Future
The night my dreams faded away
My fellow citizens mourned with me.
Our hope for a new beginning
Quickly turned into shock and dismay.
The ground broke open
And took us in.
The light of the future
Is still shining if we keep our
Eyes and hearts open,
For we cannot afford to abandon
Our dreams to make
This world better for our
Children and theirs.
(c) 2016 Robin Baldwin
(rbaldwin0204.wordpress.com)
When dreams fade away
I can no longer make you stay
I retreat to the cavernous room
There I relinquish my dreams
You do not exist
My imagination created you
A dream within a dream
Dreams made you real
In the shadow of this room
Crumpled remnants of my dreams
Unaccomplished
Unlived
Dreams that never were
Fabrication of needs or wants
Taking away the reality of life
To forget for a moment
Dreams where you exists
Catching my attention from the now
Holding me prisoner to the dream
Until the bubble evaporates
In nothingness
To dream
Manifesting a dream
The moment is lived
Life in the now
You do exist
Though I could not see
For the dream blinded me
Hélène Vaillant (Mother Willow) ©
When it all fades to black
Like the end of a motion picture,
Despair morphing into a beast
Looking to take control
Distorting my peripheral vision
Chewing a bigger fraction of my pie chart
I, in turn
Hunt like a blood hound
For what is rightfully mine,
I grip the collar of my dreams
Put them on a leash even,
Making them recite my name
Till they realize they are not aligned
With anything or anyone except me
In a world as cruel as ours,
When fighting for the good of others
Vying for justice
Gentleness can only last so long.
– Original-Dante ©2016 (originaldante.wordpress.com)
That Night
That night…
we spoke to our dreams,
lost in the reckless storm,
out in the sea…
we rose with the tides,
high and free,
That night…
That night,
we flew on the winds,
forgetting the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’
drenched under the wild skies,
we let go of our sins,
That night…
That night
we opened our souls,
to drown in love.
free google image/ poetry copyright neha 2016
Travel Dreams
And then the open roads beckoned
Your travel dreams
Tucked away in the curious corner
of your heart
Poetry and image copyright neha 2016
Bruised Sky
Bruised sky,
I return to you
with my heart
full of sunshine
to ease your pain
you,
terrace of hopeless hearts.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
Serene
Gentle breeze
of crimson dawn
flows through
my heart,
peaceful and serene
image and poem copyright 2016 neha
Sea-shells
Collecting sea shells by the shore
you ponder how life would be…
If you just lay
on the cool sand
drifting with the clouds
to the sound
of the ocean
that washed away
every spec of worry found
in your heart
like it washed the cool sand
underneath your feet…
you ponder,
collecting sea shells
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
Strength
Be Kind,
For you know not the strength of your words,
On the heart.
Be Thoughtful,
For you know not the strength of your understanding,
On the Mind.
Be Brave,
For you know not the strength of your courage,
On the Journey.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
Happy Durga Puja and Navratri to all celebrating!
Hi Everyone,
Durga Puja and Navratri are one of the biggest Hindu festivals where people gather to celebrate good over evil and rejoice with one another.
Happy Durga Puja and Navratri to all celebrating! 🙂
Much Love,
Neha
image copyright neha 2016
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