The Silent Love

 



~ The Silent Love ~

 

In closeness, nonchalant
but from afar, truth speaks

though only when there is no breeze

to carry my secrets away from me

 

friendships have been lost

in such unveilings

a price too high to pay again

my confession dies upon my lips

 

friendship to admiration to love

we have not followed the same path

the end justifies the means

longevity remains paramount

 

love is in the eye of the beholder

inside our hearts, where passion breathes

within a grasp held tenderly, lies a strength:

to love through pain, to love through time

 

if you don't receive it back

is it any less a love?

 

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  July 9, 2017

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 20.10 Topic: Secret Admirer

 

Bonus Prompts: (I did not use any)

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate the word "vassal"

Easy (1 pt): Mention something nice about someone you do not like

 

 

 

 

 

 



Soul Chasers

~ Soul Chasers ~

 

 



Through indigo skies

the hibiscus sighs

seducing the air

her scent everywhere

 

the whippoorwill calls

my soul stumbles, and falls

I question my mind

you answer, in kind

 

lost song of lovers

the melody uncovers

would you not follow

leave me sad and hollow

 

chasing a soul

I cannot control

the power not mine

to realign

 

through indigo skies

I recognize

the scent of destruction

lured by seduction

 

I counter, with grace

you bow and embrace

the light that I sought

my wandering, for naught.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  July 2, 2017

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 19.10 Topic:  Discovering Soul

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Include a Billy Idol lyric *

Easy (1 pt): Mention hibiscus

 

 

* Lost song of lovers..... leave me sad and hollow

(third stanza) - from Catch My Fall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



In the Light of Darkness

 

"I was never really insane,

except on occasions where my heart was touched"

- Edgar Allen Poe -

 

 

 

Under cover in the shadows

the edges of reality blur

reason cannot breathe

but my vision is crystal clear

 

I know the road well

mapped out by my heart

from pieces of my past

all u-turn ramps eroded

by the bridges that I've burned

 

I am weightless in this void

where love cannot find me

freedom from the madness

that grounds you with its touch

 

I own my darkness

and revel in its grasp

solitude calls 'shotgun'

and we ride without looking back.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  June 29, 2017

 

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia Week 18.10

Topic:  Knowing Your Own Darkness

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts): Use an Edgar Allen Poe quote (intro to poem)

Easy (1 pt): Use lyrics from Nervous Norvus (I did not)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Wicked Sun Lying Moon

~ Wicked Sun Lying Moon ~

 



There's a place I seek

between day and night

where there is no darkness

and there is no light

 

there's no sun to lure you

touting warmth like a song

only to burn you

if you stay too long

 

the moon you can't trust

to bury your scars

she asks for your wishes

then keeps them trapped in the stars

 

promises broken before they begin

dreams falter as the grey seeps in...

 

 

the sun is shining

or so I've been told

in seeking its heat

I became lost in the cold

 

I sought truth in the night

and saw the moon as my guide

"never say never" she'd whisper

until I realized she lied

 

I cannot forgive the moon her indiscretions

nor look beyond the sun's harsh lessons

 

limbo is a place

between slim and none

where there is no pain to heal

because no damage has been done

 

no day or night

to count or compare

in the belly of submission

you will find me there.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  June 18, 2017

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 17.10 Topic: "Never Say Never"

 

Bonus Prompts:

 

Hard (2 pts):  Include a broken promise

Easy (1 pt): Include the name of a cowboy *

 

* Slim (Whitaker)

 

 

 

 

 

 



Peace Out

 

~ Peace Out ~

 



I may not be a man, but you're not one either

your integrity wasn't worth a dime

your aura was toxic, now I need a breather

you have failed me for the last time

 

Your integrity wasn't worth a dime

Mr. Bigshot, I'm no simple lass

you have failed me for the last time

I rock, and I'm rolling you out on your ass

 

Mr. Bigshot, I'm no simple lass

don't think you're the stronger one

I rock, and I'm rolling you out on your ass
peace out, mic drop, I'm done

 

Don't think you're the stronger one

your aura was toxic, now I need a breather

peace out, mic drop, I'm done

I may not be a man, but you're not one either.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  March 24, 2017

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 4.10 Topic:  The Girl Can Rock

 

Bonus Points:

Hard (2 pts): Quote Darth Vader *

Easy (1 pt):  Mention "Tromp L'oeil" (I didn't)

 

*  You have failed me for the last time

 

On another note, my friend Tyler incorporated lyrics

 in his poem by The Donna's, so I did the same.

I incorporated the line

I may not be a man, but you're not one either 

from their song "It Takes One to Know One"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Love and Butterflies

 

Shy smiles, butterflies

hidden grins, it feels so right

distance closing

the dance begins

 

show me a kiss

show me your dreams

if you look, you will find me there

if you look, I'm right here

 

beneath a protected heart

special moments lay in waiting

the first love after heartache

is the strongest of them all

 

shy smiles, butterflies
a hopeful glance, taking a chance

you cannot have forever

until you first share a moment

 

share a moment with me.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  March 4, 2017

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 1.10 topic: "First Love"

 

Bonus points:

Hard (2 pts): Incorporate a Michael Jordan quote (I did not)

Easy (1 pt):  Include the word "Protected"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Inside the Whisper of a Weeping Willow

~Inside the Whisper of a Weeping Willow ~

 

 

Under the canopy of a weeping willow

I am cocooned in solitude

alone with death, though surrounded by life

the leaves whisper in the gentle breeze

as I seek some source of light

 

ashes mix with earth

watered by my tears

fragile lives suspended in time

as a tide of memories engulfs me

I am lost without your light

 

with a collective bow

the grove defers to a higher source

solitude turns to solace

and within the grace of the quiet trees

you become the light.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  February 12, 2017

This was written for Blogophilia
Week 52.9 topic: "Fragile Lives"

Bonus points:
Hard (2 pts):  Use the title from a painting by Michelle Abrams **
Easy (1 pt):  Use the brand name of a laundry detergent (Tide)

** I used two painting titles: 
"Solitude" and "Quiet Trees"