Skip navigation.

exploreopera

| Help

Sign up | Help

Sarah's Blogish Thoughts

Posts tagged with "poems"

Pregnancy & Infant loss awarness day.

, , ,


It's that sad time of the year again, October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. Oct 15th is the official day, as made by congress last year. God Bless all the little :angel:s that are not with us. :heart:




==========

How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there's nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it's done.
I love you, my little baby,
just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
the Angel of my tears.
~Author Unknown.


==========


Someone Is Missing
Someone is missing from our dinner table,
from our bedroom and our home.
Someone is missing from holiday celebrations,
family vacations and everywhere in between.
Someone is missing from our lives,
Our littlest one is gone.
He will not have birthday parties, graduations, or celbrations.
We will miss him throughout eternity
and our family will never be complete.
Someone is missing, yet we go on.
Our lives are touched by him.
Changed forever by his brief existence.
His memory we keep alive.
He lives only in our hearts and minds,
We were blessed by his short life.
Our love for him forever strong.
Even though...someone will always be...MISSING.
~D. Lutz


==========


MY NAME - George Canyon

It's cold in here fells like everything's upside down
I can feel you talking but I can barely make out the sound
I been kicking around these parts, feels like a year
I'm gonna change this world if I ever get out of here
She wants to dress me in pink, paint's my bedroom blue
And I just laugh to myself, because only I know the truth
This love is my only emotion
Haven't learned any fear any pain
It's kind of funny with all this commotion
I guess they've got me, to blame
And they don't even know my name
And they don't even know my name

Well I've never felt so ready, think it's finally time
Cause that big old world is waiting, and it's mine all mine
Just then everything got real quiet, it got real bright
And a man took my hand said don't worry, your mommas gonna be alright
Then he opened the gate, & I followed him in
Said you can wait right here, till it's your turn again
And his love is the one true emotion
Heaven knows no fear no pain
I never got to set my wheels in motion
But they loved me just the same
And they didnt even know my name
Didn't even know my name
You loved me just the same
And you didn't even know my name


==========


Don't Tell Me That You Understand

Don't tell me that you understand, don't tell me that you know.
Don't tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed.
That I am chosen for the task, apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me,
Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie,
Don't tell me how to grieve, don't tell me when to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,
But I need you and your love...Unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say, "My friend, I care."

Author Unknown


===========


Tears
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
and bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye
you were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
~Author Unknown


==========


Thinking of You with Love
We thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.
We think of you in silence,
we often speak your name.
All we have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake,
with which we will never part.
God has you in His keeping,
we have you in our hearts.
A million times we`ve wanted you.
A million times we cried.
If love could only have saved you,
you never would have died.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you didn`t go alone.
For a part of us went with you...
the day God called you Home.
~Author Unknown

~Don't for get to light you candle.~
:heart:
Sarah

Feeling Free

, , , ...


Don’t be sad..
be happy for me.

Carry your sholders high..
let your face show glee!

Remember the things you
have done for me

Made me happy
Made me feel free…

© Sarah Bell

Umm...In Dreamy Thought

, , , ...



"In Thought"

She had many
but not one was true
feeling blue
yawning in thought
thinking it through.

Energetic atoms
dancing on rain..
distracting from pain
the cover fails
to cover the flail.

Away she toddles
dreaming anew
on thoughts to chew
not knowing a physical
physiological pain remains.

©Sabell

Evolving

, , ,

After a conversation with a friend of mine, I was inspired to write this poem. You can translate it how you want to, but it is really about a women who tried to please others around her but failing to achieve what the main goal was in the first place, to attain love and attention.


Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting


Evolving

Long, long dark hair
Don’t you even care?
For 4 years now never
cut because he wanted
it to her butt.....
So to her butt the tresses
began just to make him
content again.
But content again he never
became, (because of something
truly lame) The hair was
not the answer.
“Attention!” She screamed internally.
“Attention!” Just to exist
and be let be......
A circular track similar to a maze
looped her mind around
in a daze......
She never figured what floated
his boat,
instead she only sank into
her own personal moat.
In the future
after the rain has
come down gently......
She’ll be over the spell
of him ‘loving’ her intently.

© sarah bell 2007

A Passionate Beginning

, , ,


A Passionate Beginning

The love was burning yes burning
and causing the trembling of the skin
and the rush of the blood to the surface
of her cheeks began to redden and her
lips wetted in anticipation of her
lover pressing his lips against
hers and wanting the moment to happen
sooner than he could make it work.

His nervous energy caused his hands
to shake and tremble at the thought
of touching her soft and perfumed skin
the trembling and the coldness was a
small but welcome shock to her.

Yes, touch me more and don’t worry
about the coldness of your hands where
is your passion that I know you have
for me, come and press your lips to mine
let me taste the sweetness of your breath
something I have longed for, for so long, prayed
and wished for and absolutely wanted to
experience with you on this day at this moment.



The room seemed to have turned red, the air
just surrounding the lovers heated up ever
so slowly and begun to fill with the sweet and
enticing smell of a soft rose or some sort of flower
that was especially for lovers in the heat of
a passionate stare, nothing could break the
contact of the eyes that were bound together
in this charming and sensual stare down.

She staring him and him staring her, a bead
of sweat trickles down the side of his face
and her hand flutters up quickly to wipe it
away. Her fascination with her lover caused
her to taste the sweat that was on her finger
so she kissed her finger and then wetted her
lips wanting more of this interesting man
sitting before her with trembling and cold
hands, but lips so warm and inviting.

He, with not thinking leaned into her
and inhaled the smell of her hair that
was tossed around her shoulders in a
carefree fashion. Yes, he thought, this
is my love, my soul-mate and everything
that I have ever wanted, this is what I
lived for, worked for and was born
to be here in this moment with my sweet
and precious flower here in front of me
kissing softly her finger how can I hold
myself? The way her lips are turned
up in a sweet and stimulating smile, yes, she
is wanting me, it is time to move about.


They finally join in kissing one
another tasting and getting to know every
inch of detail and feature of the lips
and the mouth and hands explore the hair,
so soft and silky and shoulders and
he shudders with pleasure that she has
invoked in the very soul of his being.
Lovers embracing, tasting and living in
the moment a ring of passion not to be broken.

© Sarah 2006


October 2008
MTWTFSS
September 2008November 2008
12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031