Poems – Page 3 – Wolverine Lily

A Fading Heartbeat

I can no longer stay,
For my heart’s simplest needs—
A touch,
or warm affection—
Are blighted by your frigid indifference.

Like a leaf wilting in the frost,
I am filled with despair,
Lost in the shadow of your frivolous desires.

In this house,
I’m invisible,
A ghost imprisoned within these walls,
My voice echoes in silence, unheard.

I only serve—
But the slightest hint of love and affection
is elusive and distant
for years.

Yet my heart still beats faintly,
Nurturing a fragile seed of hope
For someone,
A flickering ember in the dark,
A touch to reignite its fire,
A whisper to breathe life into its purpose,
And fulfill its deepest yearning.

Other Blue

My favorite color is Blue,
Yet not any shade of blue,

It resembles the color of the serene ocean on a sunny day,
Though not as deep in its display.

It’s closer to Caribbean waters,
Yet with fewer green undertones.

I’m particular about this Blue,
Exceptional and pure,
It’s my favorite and beloved hue!
Though, it’s my Blue!

Your eyes aren’t blue.
Thank goodness, for fewer reminders of you!

Yet, they are amazing.
I secretly long to see them again,
I’d look a little longer if you’d let me.

Since you’ve been gone, I feel blue;
But not like my beloved blue,
It’s more akin to navy blue.
A dark, cold, and lonely hue.

Torn on the inside, I gaze at the sky,
Where wispy clouds glide against its blue,
Drifting through an imperfect, yet tranquil hue.

I miss you.

Mother’s Parachute

Children are like vast parachutes,
Tethered to a mother’s back.
They tug with mighty force,
Holding her back,
Preventing her from chasing her dreams.

It’s disheartening to watch others—
Fulfilling dreams,
Finding success—
While we, as mothers,
Remain stagnant,
Silent.
Our hearts screaming within,
Ripping to break free.

Despite the relentless pullbacks,
Keep moving forward—
Step by steady step,
No matter how slow the climb.

One day, the winds will shift.
The parachute will sway,
Its once-heavy weight
Will become your wings,
Lifting you forward, upward—
Like a tornado claiming the sky.

You’ll soar higher than ever before,
Grasping dreams you once thought lost.

So don’t surrender.
Stay focused.
Let resistance guide your rise.

Where is Home?

I like to soak my feet in warm sand,
But I miss the soft grass.

I like the sun’s passionate kisses on my skin in the summer,
But I miss the rain.

I like to climb steep mountains,
But I miss biking on smooth rustic roads.

I’m mesmerized by a spellbound ocean,
But I miss the lake.

I yearn for feathery snow and frosty flowers on a Christmas morning window,
But I dislike the cold.

I miss the scent of pines, rustling leaves, symphonies of the birds, and glowing campfires,
But I do not miss the fucking mosquitoes!
These vicious, blood-sucking creatures kill all the fun, yet make it unforgettable!

I miss home…
But where is home?

Home is where my heart beats in sync with yours,
In the whispers of the wind, I seek your name.

Where are you?