Arianai
Most poets say that their work comes from the deepest part of their soul; I am a tad different.
Although much of my poetry comes from my experiences, I can't say that every poems on this page is based on my emotions or experiences. I have met many wonderful people, on the internet, over the years, and several of them were/are in "cyber romance" situations and asked me to write something for them to present to their sweetie; how coud I refuse?
I would love to be able to play the long suffering poet writing about her heartache, but that is just not how it is.
I hope you enjoy my work anyway.
If you come to a title that is underlined, just click on it and you will go to the poem...hit your back button to return to this page.
Bobby Dell
Tattered and worn, he stands
Dusty in the corner.
A work of art, a piece of junk,
Depending on his owner.
His hat pulled down across his eyes,
His saddle in his hand.
He looks as though he’s just returned,
From a trek across the land.
He shows a spirit, strong and true,
With gentle undertones.
Beneath his creased and rugged face,
Lies a wealth of life untold.
When you gaze upon this man,
Ceramic though he is.
You see the pride in the life he led,
Although he’s never lived.
You can see the dust on his chaps,
The sweat upon his brow.
He seems to look toward a far off land,
That he must reach somehow.
Sure, he’s just some junk to you,
And hollow, he may be,
But nothing is more full of life,
Than that cowboy is...to me.
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Country Road
While traveling down a country road one day,
A stranger happened to pass my way.
He had no food nor drink to share,
But conversation was offered there.
We spoke of life, family, and friends,
And told of places we had been.
I had not known him before that day,
Only by chance did he pass my way.
Now, I often walk that road,
In hopes of finding a friend of old.
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Danny’s Song
Draped upon his soul, proudly he wears iT
Around his heart, flows the never ending riveR
Nothing so precious does he possess as thE
Near majestic grace of his essence. WheN
You need true friendship, you will find it in his hearT
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Desire
I am moved beyond words. With every heartbeat, I am drawn closer to him.
Understanding not, the power he has over my soul. I overflow with emotion.
He reaches deep into my being, bringing forth warmth and desire.
In the deepest part of my soul, I know this is where I belong;
Wrapped in the arms of the one who holds my heart so close.
Amid the confusion of the outside world, one thing remains true;
Never before, nor ever again, will I feel the sweet passions found
Within his touch.
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Dream
He moves through the shadows, silently watching her,
She sees him not.
She lies in the sun, silently crying for him,
He hears her not.
Two hearts, longing to be one.
Two souls, forever joined.
He stands, blocking the sun from her body,
Longing to hold her.
She opens her eyes, reaches out,
Needing to touch him.
He whispers her name.
She lets a tear fall to her breast.
They love,
They long,
They fade.
Was it his dream, or hers?
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Heart
What is your heart?
Is it that misshapen organ,
Carried within the chest,
That constantly pumps,
To send life giving blood
Throughout your body?
Yes, that is your heart.
But what is the essence of your heart?
It’s that part of your being,
Found deep within your soul.
Your heart is what makes you:
Smile at a child,
Cry during a movie,
Speak to a total stranger,
Or love your mate.
Your heart is what makes you:
Reach out to help a friend,
Give comfort to one in need,
Or simply listen to one
Who needs to be heard.
Your heart is what makes you human.
It can: love, care, sympathize,
Want, need, and sadly, break.
As your heart is a precious gift,
Take care of it,
Treasure it,
But most of all,
Give it to others.
If it breaks,
It will mend.
You will be better for having shared it.
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I Write
Piercing spikes grip my soul,
My heart cries out in pain.
Many tears flow from my eyes,
But they are cried in vain.
The truth be told, it’s sad to say,
My words are all the same.
I write of heartache and of sorrow,
Of unattainable love.
I write of how I pray to heaven,
And all the stars above.
Bring me hope, I ask of them.
Bring the one I love.
I write the words that fill my mind,
That flow from a wounded heart.
Of how fate brought us to this point,
But destiny keeps us apart.
One might say, we asked for this,
For we’ve known it from the start.
I write to him, and he to me.
Online is how we meet.
If I could, but touch his face,
I would write of that treat.
Instead, I write of a constant ache,
And a romance bittersweet.
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If I Were You
“If I were you”, said the man, “I would not be so bold.”
“I would not carry myself so tall, for fear the truth be told.”
“If I were you”, said the woman, “I would bow my head in shame.”
“I would hide at home, inside my room, and not tell a soul my name.”
“If I were you”, they both said, “I would not do this thing”.
“I would keep my words deep inside, afraid of the ridicule it may bring.”
“But I am me”, I said to them, “I have a need to write”.
“It is good, I feel, that you aren't me, because you will not fight”.
“I have a song inside my heart, I feel that I must share”.
“If this brings ridicule to me, I am too strong to care”.
“If I were you”, I said to them, “I would change my thoughts”.
“I would write, speak, sing, or dance, no matter what it brought”.
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Imagine
As I was sitting, in the room of loneliness, longing for the love of another,
I leaned back to rest my weary head for a moment.
As I closed my eyes, I could see him,
Reaching in to touch my face,
Pulling me close to him.
I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.
I reveled in his passionate kiss.
Remembering that I had been alone,
I didn't want to open my eyes, for fear he would vanish.
Slowly I peeked, and realized that it was real.
He was there with me,
Reaching deep into my soul, trying to find my essence.
Letting me feel that he existed.
Trying not to show my fears, I held him tightly.
I clung to the joy and love he gave me.
At the moment I felt my heart will burst,
I tried to say “I love you”, but he was no more.
Once again, I leaned back to rest my weary head.
Just for a moment.
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Lost
My words...lost,
My light...gone,
My music...stopped,
I must go on.
I struggle to see the reason why.
All I can see are the tears I cry.
Alone in a room,
In a crowd at a store.
I try to stop them,
There are many more.
Depression, self pity, are dreary I know,
But they are the words that blanket my soul.
I'm told it will pass.
They will go away.
I can not believe this;
They're here every day.
This darkness consumes me, I cry at a glance.
I hide in myself, not taking the chance.
Afraid to move forward
Afraid to stay here.
Afraid that I'll lose.
All that is dear.
Where do I go? How do I find,
All the joy and the laughter that's buried inside?
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Mask
Standing in the darkness,
Glorifying the night.
I silently mourn the loss.
The person I was,
Is gone now,
Never to return.
I have removed the mask
That hid me from the world.
Reaching deep within,
I found the courrage
To show my true self.
When the moon rises
To kiss the sky,
I am free.
I can roam the earth
Without fear.
As night falls upon me,
I have the strength
To show myself.
It seems I have succeeded,
Only in trading
One mask for another.
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My Mind
When all the world has done me wrong,
And I no longer sing my song,
There is a place I like to go,
Where every word is pure as snow.
I take a look inside my mind,
Not ever knowing what I’ll find.
I know that there is lots of room,
To lose this feeling of gloom and doom,
Without the clutter of thought or brain,
It’s how I keep myself so sane.
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Paramadics
Perhaps I shall never know, nor ever understand,
Any of the things that drive them to lend a hand.
Relieved, I was, to see thier faces, to know that they were there.
And even more than that, I felt they really cared.
Many thoughts ran through my mind, I didn't want to fight.
Every time I would faulter, they showed me the light.
Did I know them? Not at all. I never heard a name.
I know that the days to come will never be the same.
Counting, as the days have passed, the times I've felt that safe,
Somehow they don't compare to when the angels came.
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Reaching
Rivers of desire flood my body.
Only his touch can stop the flow.
Bringing me to the edge of heaven.
Entering my heart, mind, and soul.
Bringing forth deep emotions, taking me to unknown pleasure.
Both wanting, needing to touch; each knowing love’s true treasure.
Reality keeps us out of reach,
Giving not the slightest grace.
Every fiber of my being,
Reaching out to touch his face.
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Sheri's Song
(Tenderdrgn)
Through her eyes, you can see a world of hope.
Everlasting harmony beats within her heart.
Now, and forever she will love him. Holding
Dearly to the faith that has grown so deep.
Every word she speaks is music, sweet music, that
Reaches the soul of her lover. She is his mate, his every
Dream. She brings to him all the love his heart can hold.
Rarely is there a creature such as this. She never
Asks for anything in return, and she freely
Gives of herself, wanting only his love.
Never, in all of his life, will he find a love such as this.
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The Good Man
Sitting, staring, waiting for the lights to appear.
Worried, frightened, imagination making images clear.
Anger wells up inside, The rage can no longer hide.
She needs to remove herself,
But all she has is fear.
The phone!
Should she call?
No, that won’t help at all.
When he arrives, she must be brave.
She can not get in harms way.
“It’s the end this time”, she’ll swear.
This kind of life gets nowhere.
It doesn’t matter that he’s a good man,
His soul turns evil, when whiskey’s in his hand.
Will he leave? Who can say.
But they can not live this way.
He’s here!
With a sigh she lets him in.
Tomorrow, it will begin again.
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The Need
Clouds of mist surround me,
As I drift among the empty caverns of want and need,
Always searching for the touch of his soul.
Reaching out to grasp a single bit of life,
Longing to be the one in his dreams.
Islands of doubt; mountains of hope,
Filling my every thought.
Wanting desperately to be his.
How can one being so love another?
How does the heart choose?
Urging the mind to seek;
Driving the body to need.
Grateful for any contact
Accepting the smallest of gestures
Holding to the thought of two being one.
Every heartbeat calling his name,
Every breath whispering;
See me......want me.......love me.
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Whisper
The deafening roar of anger, echoes through my head.
Silly words were spoken, that should never have been said.
To know that it will end this way, brings me too much pain.
Just so you know, without a doubt, I’ll find you once again.
I see that I have made you hurt, and caused your heart to break.
It’s more than I can handle, more than my soul can take.
When you’re out, in the world, and hear a cry among the trees,
Think of me and listen close, it’s your name upon the breeze.
I will whisper it each morning, as I begin my day.
I’ll say it loud, upon the wind, to help it on its way.
Some day if it should find you, and reach into your heart.
Please know that I do think of you, I’ve missed you from the start.
Come back to me and take my hand, believe in all we knew,
A true and caring friendship, that brought me close to you.
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