still the leaves fall… and dream by Steve Troyanovich
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softly… in wingless dream by Steve Troyanovich
softly… in wingless dream for Elizabeth darkness unfolds its starry wings and flies away with a nameless world —Erik Lindegren once upon my dream i touched you. your eyes gave me both ends of a rainbow. in the early dawn wind i felt your abandonment nowhere was warm… memory remains hiding behind your smile Copyright […]
Snowfall by Steve Troyanovich
Snowfall for Elizabeth You renewed me by losing yourself to our deepening dialogue in fading light. To stardust we shall return. —Philip Casey you are lovely. i dream you again… the snow falls in fleeting stillness lost images dressed in lonely white… seeking your lips moonlight touches you Copyright ©: Steve Troyanovich ————— The End […]
shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
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NOCTURNAL EMBERS AND LOST LIPS by Steve Troyanovich
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MY BEST PAL by Steve Troyanovich
MY BEST PAL (for Elizabeth) entering the womb of my aloneness like a blanket of rainbows your Christmas-morning-smile becomes my haven of lingering warmth… let me hold you with my eyes… a galaxy of peace… a special kingdom fills this orphaned space when you are here like an angel sheltering only me … please stay […]
forever blue by Steve Troyanovich
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dreams the wind by Steve Troyanovich
dreams the wind You’ll bring the place to me Where all is well… — Dylan Thomas through the loneliness of mirrors i sought the lost lips of your nakedness through the gliding wind your gazing song of night… mouthing my touch fostering a warmth i had not known moonbeams danced tenderly within the fragrant memory […]
do you believe in always by Steve Troyanovich
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cascades of emptiness by Steve Troyanovich
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… and the moon was sleeping by Steve Troyanovich
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ambiguities of absence by Steve Troyanovich
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Who Would Of Knew…..About Your Concept!!! (July 10th) by Stevens Cadet
Miss concept of thoughts Your mind is running miles Conceiving ones through your smile Your eyes learned to file The characteristics of a man But make-up couldn’t mend What therapy can’t comprehend You speak but somehow they never understand That this cycle seems to never wanna end Longing for some friends But their known to […]
The Future Promise Letter by Stevens Cadet
Since when did the field become a place for release? Who made it popular for these hoes to become the police? And what makes these girls mistake me for their hero? They find out I’m human & all of a sudden their love dissolves when they find out I’m real. Can’t wait for the moment […]
Sometimes….Life’s A Beach by Stevens Cadet
Mark these quotes I ask all that you hold it. Scriptures I have written has labeled me as a Poet. I grow in, these words, that has kept me from Abyss. I grow in, these words, that has kept me from Abyss. With syllables so beautiful, the lips granted Venus her first kiss! Planted a […]
Passion Of My Heart by Stevens Cadet
My passion is not reading this, or writing this poem, that’s not the care! Looking in the eyes of the listeners is the dare! Being here while our life’s intermingle, that is my one in a lifetime. While looking at those ladies that are fine. Have you ever been in love & let your feelings […]
Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem For Melanie) by Stevens Cadet
Lights low, Moon glow Nobody told me this the things that the nights show Beauty in the dark helped me to know When those…..Guitar strings Can start to spring, Melodies became her part thing Dancing in my mind was the career choice! Modeling the idea that others ain’t the one to act on She feeling […]
A Night With Passion! by Stevens Cadet
Your body, soaking wet. The sweat dripping so near & clear. A feeling you’ll soon regret you let enter your most passionate pour. Intimidated because you wish to console it but your body rejects! Because it’s past it’s peak, and your body begins to leak an unforgettable weep. For the withdrawal is beyond skin deep; your heart can no longer […]
Lyfe by Stevens Cadet
Life has it’s up’s, Life has it’s downs. Sometimes there is happiness, sometimes there is frowns…. You think you know life like the back of your hand, but sometimes it doesn’t really go as planned. Because life is really not like one big plot. What goes around comes around like it or not…. You think […]
Cupid’s Reign Of Terror (March 2012) by Stevens Cadet
Speak…I wonder how your speech engulfed me? Flames through your eyes, so much passion when you talk to me! ! The Devil made a deal but the contract had him lost between, The new Queen Of Darkness cause somehow while you fought between, The trials and the errors of life that tried to measure, The […]
The Captain by Stevens Cadet
Young teen, feeling alone, no friends of his own. Seen disaster, he was missing a father. Needing brothers to console the problems that came along. You know who he is? The man now grown. the one your son puts on the fridge. The hero of your kids, that’s LeBron I depict. Or young Michael Oher, […]
Better Days by Stevens Cadet
I used to be a used tooBut never got used tooLetting the things that attract some be the only route I used tooReach the goals to help my MotherAnd allow my little sister to see the values of a women.Dark days brought me stardom.Father died but never did I mourn in, All the responsibilities that quickly […]
A Poem For Ashleigh (July) by Stevens Cadet
She asked if I’m really this cleverShe seems to really wanna know, might let herWon’t regret itBut tonight might dine! ! Flash images getting mixed with nights where I repentedAnd projected, mentally, her heart is apprehended…Let me spin with these lyrics that you help me find…Fingertips curress you slowly until chills run down your spine….Although this […]
A Pen Wrote The Funeral by Stevens Cadet
Am I becoming someone your stranger too? Making you wonder, has it brought a better you? From new understandings, that time has handed.Fall in line, God has too have planned this? Hoping you manage, but yet some go….Guess you first have to be a fan of your own.Until own every stable thought you been up on.Causing your glow […]
A Morning Letter by Stevens Cadet
Good Morning girl, did I interrupt? The dreams from the late thoughts, can I bring reality from what your imagination thought up? I got that deep love. That from young, I was preparing for the day I meet the….. Woman who my last name shall feature. Featuring the caress while you stress I gave with […]
Zoo-Keeper’s Wife by Sylvia Plath
I can stay awake all night, if need be — Cold as an eel, without eyelids. Like a dead lake the dark envelops me, Blueblack, a spectacular plum fruit. No air bubbles start from my heart. I am lungless And ugly, my belly a silk stocking Where the heads and tails of my sisters decompose. […]
You’re by Sylvia Plath
Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark, as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day, O high-riser, my little loaf. Vague as […]
Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies by Sylvia Plath
Yadwigha, the literalists once wondered how you Came to be lying on this baroque couch Upholstered in red velvet, under the eye Of uncaged tigers and a tropical moon, Set in intricate wilderness of green Heart-shaped leaves, like catalpa leaves, and lillies Of monstrous size, like no well-bred lilies It seems teh consistent critics wanted […]
Yaddo : The Grand Manor by Sylvia Plath
Woodsmoke and a distant loudspeaker Filter into this clear Air, and blur. The red tomato’s in, the green bean; The cook lugs a pumpkin From the vine For pies. The fir tree’s thick with grackles. Gold carp loom in the pools. A wasp crawls Over windfalls to sip cider-juice. Guests in the studios Muse, compose. […]
Wreath For A Bridal by Sylvia Plath
What though green leaves only witness Such pact as is made once only; what matter That owl voice sole ‘yes’, while cows utter Low moos of approve; let sun surpliced in brightness Stand stock still to laud these mated ones Whose stark act all coming double luck joins. Couched daylong in cloisters of stinging nettle […]
Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone by Sylvia Plath
O mud, mud, how fluid! — Thick as foreign coffee, and with a sluggy pulse. Speak, speak! Who is it? It is the bowel-pulse, lover of digestibles. It is he who has achieved these syllables. What are these words, these words? They are plopping like mud. O god, how shall I ever clean the phone […]
A Winter’s Tale by Sylvia Plath
On Boston Common a red star Gleams, wired to a tall Ulmus Americana. Magi near The domed State House. Old Joseph holds an alpenstock. Two waxen oxen flank the Child. A black sheep leads the shepherds’ flock. Mary looks mild. Angels-more feminine and douce Than models from Bonwit’s or Jay’s, Haloes lustrous as Sirius- Gilt […]
Winter Landscape, With Rooks by Sylvia Plath
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The austere sun descends above the fen, an orange cyclops-eye, scorning to look longer on this landscape […]
Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows by Sylvia Plath
There, spring lambs jam the sheepfold. In air Stilled, silvered as water in a glass Nothing is big or far. The small shrew chitters from its wilderness Of grassheads and is heard. Each thumb-sized bird Fits nimble-winged in thickets, and of good color. Cloudrack and owl-hollowed willows slanting over The bland Granta double their white […]
Waking In Winter by Sylvia Plath
I can taste the tin of the sky — the real tin thing. Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves. All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations — An assembly-line of cut throats, and you and I Inching off in the gray Chevrolet, drinking the green […]
Virgin In A Tree by Sylvia Plath
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here’s the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on samplers Approving chased girls who get them to a tree And put on bark’s nun-black Habit which deflects All amorous arrows. For to sheathe the virgin shape In a scabbard of wood baffles pursuers, Whether […]
Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath
Above whorled, spindling gorse, Sheepfoot-flattened grasses, Stone wall and ridgepole rise Prow-like through blurs Of fog in that hinterland few Hikers get to: Home of uncatchable Sage hen and spry rabbit, Where second wind, hip boot Help over hill And hill, and through peaty water. I found bare moor, A colorless weather, And the House […]
Two Views Of A Cadaver Room by Sylvia Plath
1 The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half unstrung. A vinegary fume Of the death vats clung to them; The white-smocked boys started working. The head of his cadaver had caved in, And she could scarcely make out anything In that rubble of […]
Two Sisters Of Persephone by Sylvia Plath
Two girls there are : within the house One sits; the other, without. Daylong a duet of shade and light Plays between these. In her dark wainscoted room The first works problems on A mathematical machine. Dry ticks mark time As she calculates each sum. At this barren enterprise Rat-shrewd go her squint eyes, Root-pale […]
Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
Cold and final, the imagination Shuts down its fabled summer house; Blue views are boarded up; our sweet vacation Dwindles in the hour-glass. Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair Tangling in the tide’s green fall Now fold their wings like bats and disappear Into the attic of the skull. We are not what […]