My Poem Collection

All poems are written by myself, unless stated otherwise.

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Hands
You sit by her bedside, holding her hands,
gently stroke through her hair and face.
Feeling her squeezing your hands and trying to say so much,
yet she had no ability to no more.
She was your little angel, she was your joy.
She was the one who'd hug you so tight and with such warmth,
that you never wanted her to let go.
Now as time goes by, you can feel her slipping away
You can see the pain in her eyes.
You can feel her squeezing tighter.
You have so much tears hiding inside, yet you must be strong
For she would want you to, for her and for yourself.

Another day has gone by, and another night you have spent by her bedside.
You wake up to see her eyes wide open,
with a peaceful smile,
with a drop of tear or two sliding down her frail cheeks
You can feel her squeezing even tighter
You can feel her heart crying out "I Love You, Mommy"
With another tight squeeze, she takes her last breathe
and let go for the last time.
You can feel her spirit rise.
You can feel the emptiness and great sorrow
Yet you are filled with happiness
For she knew you never let go

- February 28, 1999


Butterflies in my heart,
as I hear his voice, look into his eyes, or think of him.

Wondering about him,
as I lay asleep, or staying awake.

My heart aches when he is not around,
and it skips a beat when he is in sight.

Butterfly He captivates my imagination,
and gives me reasons to believe and wonder.

Fate brought us together,
but yet apart.

I ask why,
or is it just destiny.
I ask how,
or is it just my imagination.

- September 26, 1998


Waves crushing in from the horizon
Birds floating up and down along the ride
The sun shining down on all things
Clouds flowing across the endless sky
Lake breeze brushing through my face
Children laughing in the sand
Couples walking hand-in-hand
And me sitting here in solitude taking it all in,
with a smile and a peace of mind.

- September 19, 1998


Thank You
Once awhile I wander around
Into the past I have left behind
Re-live the times when I didn't know much
And didn't realize how much I had
The wait for the school bus in the mornings
The walk to the market
The knowledge he was passing on
The difficult times he helped to pull me through
My naiveness took it all for granted
Thought it will always be

Thank you for taking care of me
Thank you for teaching me the valuable life lessons
Thank you for showing me the ropes
Thank you for making me the person I am today

- May 11, 1998

* Dedicated to my grandfather (1907 - May 9, 1998) *


You came into my life,
without a warning
without a sign

You hold me up through all the worst
You celebrate with me through all the best

You are my inspiration
You are my light
You are my source of laughter
You are my source of comfort
You are my best friend
And best of all, you are my husband

- May 26, 1997


Wishing you were here
Wishing you were still mine
Wishing I hadn't said goodbye, and let you go
when I could've had you forever

Wishing you'd come back
Wishing you'd ask
Wishing you'd embrace me in your arms,
and hold on forever once again

We had all the best
We've been to the worst
We could've had it all,
if only I didn't turn you away with a mere beautiful goodbye

- February 20, 1997


As snow blows through the Earth from above,
it also blows away our blues, or sometime even hopes.
All the while we re-evaluate our goals, needs, and interests.
Thinking what we want, how we'd get there, or even why it's of importance.

As snow blows through the streets and nature,
painting everything in sight with white.
Clouding up what we see,
and leaving us in solitude.

We once again try to find our way,
try to find where we are, where we came from, and where we're heading.
Though the process may be painful and long, it is all part of growing up and surviving in this sometime of a cruel world.

- January 9, 1997


The fall rain showers the city,
As I slowly cruise on the beach.
Glancing at the birds over the lake,
As they slowly fly by so carefree.
Searching through the people nearby,
As you slowly walk my way.
We walk on the broadwalk hand in hand,
As we also enjoy this life of ours so carefree.

- October 21, 1996


As we move from one to another,
cleaning up all our belongings
Memories re-surface one by one,
acting as a bridge to our past
Linking me to this story of ours,
and taking me from one chapter to the next
Make me realize how precious we had it,
and how priceless it has been
I thank you for what we've shared,
and looking foward to many many more

- December 30, 1996


I sometime wish I had wings
so I could fly coast to coast
Searching for the truth in life
Looking for the absolute ecstasy

I sometime wish I had the magic
to turn all your tears to pearls
To erase all your blues
And fill you with joys

- November 21, 1996


Losing something so precious is so hard to take
Yet I must go on, thinking of the memories only
Remembering the good and bad, but no regret
As they are all part of this life of mine

- June 24, 1996 11:30AM

* Dedicated to my grandmother (1905 - 1995) *


On a summer afternoon of 1992,
he walked into my life for the first time
We were friends then, and I had no regret

On a fall afternoon of 1992,
he asked to be more than just friends
We went steady then, and I had no regret

On a summer afternoon of 1993,
he went down on his knees and asked me to be his friend forever
We got engaged, and I had no regret

On a summer afternoon of 1995,
I walked out of the university gym with a degree in my hand
I was to leave student life forever, but I had no regret

On a fall afternoon of 1995,
we both walked down on that isle and took our vows
We became man and wife, and I had no regret

It is now a summer afternoon of 1996,
life has had many changes, both happy and sad
I'm going to live it to its fullest, and I will have no regret

- June 21, 1996


Walking down the memory lane
When all of a sudden I find myself falling in love once again
Don't know why, don't know how
Images of him keep haunting me
Making stories as I go, knowing it will never be
Feeling helpless and hopeless, and the bitterness dawns on me
Walking out of the memory lane, even though my soul is still there.

- June 21, 1996

Can't Cry Hard Enough
- by Williams Brothers

I'm gonna live my life
Like everyday's the last
Without a simple goodbye
It all goes by so fast
And now that you're gone
I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now

I'm gonna open my eyes
And see for the first time
I've let go of you like
A child letting go of his kite

There it goes, up in the sky
There it goes, beyond the clouds
For no reason why
I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now

Gonna look back in vain
And see you standing there
But all that remains is an empty chair
And now that you're gone
I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now


The More Loving One
- by W.H. Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.


A poem which Ekaterina Gordeeva has dedicated to her late husband, Sergei Grinkov, in her book My Sergei
- by Anna Akhmatova (originally written in Russian)

I smile no more,
Frosty wind chills the lips,
There's now one hope less,
There will be one song more.
And, unwillingly, I'll
Give this song up to laughter and ridicule,
Because the loving silence
Is unbearably painful to the soul.


The Prophet on Marriage
- by Kahlil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together, when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.


A Poem
- by Emily Matthews

What we value most in life,
the years may change somehow.
What once seemed so important,
may not matter to us now.
For over time we learn and grow,
and find, as we've matured,
The things that mean the most to us,
are those that have endured.

One of the best things
about growing older,
is that we learn to appreciate
the important things in life...
peace of mind,
a sense of fulfillment,
and the caring of those we hold dear.


A Warm Little Hug
- by Emily Matthews

As soft as a kitten,
As warm as the sun,
As gentle as butterfly wings,
As refreshing as raindrops,
As happy and fun,
As the smiles that a memory brings...

It can share our good news,
Or help mend broken hearts,
It can mean,
"I'll be missing you so,"
It's the one perfect way
Anybody can say,
"You're more special to me than you know!"


Love is ...
- by Susan Polis Schutz

Love is...
being happy for the other person
when they are happy
being sad for the other person when they are sad
being together in good times
and being together in bad times
Love is the source of strength

Love is...
being honest with yourself at all times
being honest with the other person at all times
telling, listening, respecting the truth
and never pretending
Love is the source of reality

Love is...
an understanding that is so complete that
you feel as if you are a part of the other person
accepting the other person just the way they are
and not trying to change them to be something else
Love is the source of unity

Love is...
the freedom to pursue your own desires
while sharing your experiences with the other person
the growth of one individual alongside of
and together with the growth of another individual
Love is the source of success

Love is...
the excitement of planning things together
the excitement of doing things together
Love is the source of the future Rose

Love is...
the fury of the storm
the calm of the rainbow
Love is the source of passion

Love is...
giving and taking in a daily situation
being patient with each other's needs and desires
Love is the source of sharing

Love is...
knowing that the other person
will always be with you regardless of what happens
missing the other person when they are away
but remaining near in heart at all times
Love is the source of security

Love is the source of life.


Vivamus Mea Claudia
- by Gaius Valerius Catallus

Let us live and love
not listening to old men's talk.
Suns will rise and set
long after our little light
has gone away to darkness.
Kiss me again and again.
Let me kiss you a hundred times,
a thousand more, again a thousand
without rest, losing count,
so no one can speak of us and say
they know the number of our kisses.