If I Weep A Thousand Teardrops
Category: Poetry Today
A sweet Connection
Unstable Perfection
No Turning Back
Cut the rope
Shake off the shackles
It is finish
Full heart
Forging ahead
Tired feet
Never gave up
Hands white wash
No guilt or shame
Hopeful eyes look to the future
No turning back©
Nikki Moore© All rights reserved 2016
Love, Broken but Beautiful
by Nikki Moore© All rights reserved 2016
Lost Memories (Alzheimers)
Drowning in a pool of my inner self
Unable to remember, to see clearly.
Time rob me of all I knew, everything I hold dear
Erased, like the dew that slips through at day break
So does memories of you.
I held them once; your memories,
They kept me through the years
Fading slowing, I tried to hold on.
I felt them now!
Deep down in the grey remains, I see your face
Smiling, bidding me to remember
To reach for what’s no longer there.
I reached out and touched loneliness
I smiled; knowing I can’t miss what’s not there.
Emptiness has filled the void where you once lived.
I knew you once!
I knew you when time was on my side
When promises burst open
And I fell deeply In love with you.
Now, remember me
As I was then
As I am now©
by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2016
Love, Unbroken
No One Else
No one else
Can take your place
Your memories
Still fresh
Your lips still tender
Speaks of growing old
Together we will run
Wild and free
Into the night
We will make love
Over and over again
Until your touch
Became a second sun
That shines only for us©
by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
True Worth
True worth is found
Not in the art of acceptance.
But in the desire to do what’s
Right even if you are not accepted ©
by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
Daddy Dearest Memories
Daddy! I didn’t finished telling you about that cute guy
I met in the store last Tuesday.
Or that new sweet Mocha flavored coffee I bought you.
Why didn’t you say goodbye?
Why did you leave me when I long so desperately for your reassuring smile?
Your deep calm voice that reaches the depth of the Ocean
With passion and pride;
Last night I watered the Tulips and picked the Tomatoes,
The Peas and the Carrots you planted not so long ago.
Daddy! Why didn’t you wait a little while longer, to see your handy-work
Tinge with the colors of forget-me-not.
You left me with sun ripened Tomatoes,
Peas embellished with the colors of the rainbow
And carrots that glowed like the evening Sun,
Your worn out gloves embraced me in comfort and your garden boots swallowed my endless flow of tears;
Daddy; if that was enough for me to go on?
Why do I still look for you in the empty rocking chair dozing peacefully by the fire?
Why do I still look for your strong and sturdy frame silhouette against the evening sky?
This morning I ran down the stairs, your oversize shirts flowing like angels wings in the gently morning breeze.
I sit and sip your memories from the coffee cup you loved so much, and smile
Inwardly, as I realized that despite myself,
I’ve found solace and comfort in your memories.
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