Poetry Blog

This is mercy

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:15:47 GMT

Blood trickles down
from his innocent hands.
Each drop
covers me slowly-
covers me wholly.
I am a new creation
from this undeserving sacrifice.
I am given a new start-
a second chance.
But this time around
I have a hand to hold-
an innocent hand,
a merciful hand,
a marvelous hand.

Desolation

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:15:03 GMT

I was walking along a muddy road
with the rain pouring down on my face.
Then you saw me
and I saw you.
You came over and gave me a big hug;
you made the rain stop.
Now I'm walking down that same road.
You are there,
a ghost that follows me,
haunts me,
reminding me of the gloomy past
I shouldn't have had,
that I didn't deserve.
Desolation--
and the rain starts to pour.

Farewell

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:14:11 GMT

Say farewell
to the summer sun.
Say goodbye
to the blue moon.
All has left,
you're heart is gone.
There's nothing here
for me
or you.

New Year

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:13:17 GMT

Tears that break
my poised demeanor
drip from my lonesome eyes.
The taunting silence
of the room surrounding
whispers sharp words
into my lonely ears.
And I have no one,
except the old year,
to kiss farewell.

River Man

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:12:07 GMT

i talked to
the river man today.
he said you were
on your way.
he said,
he said,
he couldnt say
why you had
gone away.
i asked him why
it took so long
for you to realize
you were wrong,
to understand
my heart's not strong.
then the river man
sang me
a sad, sad song.
and i listened to
the river man.

Why Aren't You Going?

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:11:24 GMT

Horns are blazing with impatience
as you sit at the light and wonder,
"Is it safe?"
The world isn't stopping just for you.
Make a decision
and move on.
There are people screaming at you
trying to convince you,
you, doubting Thomas,
that everything will be okay.
So, tell me,
the light is green,
why arent you going?

Do you hear the Raindrops

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:10:30 GMT

Do you hear the raindrops?
They speak your name
as they fall upon my face
as they grace my lips,
as they kiss my cheeks,
as they caress my hair.
Do you hear them?
They are calling out to you
to do the same.
Tell me,
Do you hear the raindrops?

Comforts in Tiny Places

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:09:41 GMT

Subtle cracks
in the decrepit wood,
dust that has settled
in the abandoned corners
of the brimful bookshelf,
various papers,
dressed in scribbles,
all jammed into the
beloved poetry box,
a mug full of coffee,
warm and smooth
from the fresh brew.
All of these
are what I call
Comforts
in tiny places.

Butterfly

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:08:47 GMT

On the sky
it gracefully drifts
fluttering each and every way.
Its wings are silent
like the thoughts in your head.
Its color is loud,
as is each and every detail
dressing its soft, smooth wings.
The beauty in its delicacy
captivates your deep-felt mind.
You watch it fly
swiftly from one plant to another.
Then off it ventures
into the world,
into the sky
a butterfly's home.

Irony

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:07:46 GMT

And, therein,
falls the simple chaos
the sweet confusion,
the melodious cries.
Each splinter
of this frangrant incense
drips upon your naive mind,
your harmless shadow,
and lifts you to
the threshold of
surrender.

Broken Symphonies

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:07:04 GMT

Filled with broken symphonies,
my heart pours out its songs.
Withered and worn from misery,
the music is far from long.
Oh, play for me the simple tunes
drenched in smiles and joys.
Try to remember in what room
you left the beautiful noise.

Broken Moon

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:06:19 GMT

Oh, broken moon,
please don't cry.
I know your heart is hurting-
there's a twinkle in your eye.
Why are you silently weaping?
It does not help me so.
I need the darling comfort you give.
I need your soft, warm glow.
So, chin up, dear friend!
You musn't shed those tears.
I need you to be strong for me-
I have to face my fears.
No sense in both of us hurting,
one of us must be strong.
Pray, shine for me through the darkness-
shine brightly all night long.

Our First Kiss

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:05:15 GMT

Our first kiss,
I know,
will be nothing short of magical.
All the stars will be within reach.
The moon will light our world.
Crying won't be an option.
The distance won't be reality-
Love will bind us together.
Happiness will never cease.
Heartbreak will be but a memory-
Joy is all we'll know.
Our first kiss,
I'm sure,
will be heaven on earth.

You Ask

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:04:14 GMT

You ask me why she sits in the corner,
head bowed
and crying alone.
It's cause she feels she has no friends
and no love to call her own.
Time goes by and you ask again,
"Why does she sit there crying?"
But this time she has a pen and paper
to put her thoughts in writing.
Now you ask me why she writes,
but I do not understand.
She says it helps her express her feelings,
something she can only do
with a pen in her right hand.
Since then you ask me no more questions.
You learned it's not that necessary for you to.
Why ask me all these questions
when her writing explains it all to you?

It's Fine to be me

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:03:27 GMT

Not all of us were meant to be kings and queens,
live in big palaces and have stately things.
Not all of us were meant to fly into space,
float upon nothing and look stars in the face.
Though I'm no queen,
I'm ever so blessed
to have loved once before.
I've been offered the best.
And though I'm no traveler,
I've seen many an earth,
had great experiences-
full of all worth.
So might I be asking
to be adorned with a crown,
or to be shown the stars-
to be so renowned?
No, what I am saying is
I've learned and I can see
that I'm ever so blessed.
It's fine to be me.

Maybe tomorrow

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:02:37 GMT

Today I thought about you.
I saw your face in the mirror.
Today I heard your voice
but I didn't care to listen.
Today you tried your hardest
to grab a hold of my heart.
Today,
like yesterday,
you failed.
Maybe tomorrow you will win
and I will stop living this way.
Maybe tomorrow I will give up fighting
and you will have a chance.
Maybe tomorrow I will realize
that I'm better off with you.
Maybe tomorrow...
Because you are only
the good inside of me.
Maybe tomorrow...

Nonexistent

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:01:17 GMT

I wake up to the sunrise.
It's a marvelous feeling
but it's giving me the creeps.
This world just doesn't know
what beautiful things are anymore,
what good things are anymore.
We shy away into the darkness
that we know so well.
In the desolation,
we feel so comfortable.
We can hide,
be inconspicuous,
blend in with the nothingness.
No one can see the faults we carry
so despondently on our hearts
This world just doesn't know
what beatuiful things are anymore,
what good things are anymore.
They are nonexistent
to the eyes of this world.

Serendipity

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:00:31 GMT

Relax beneath
the feel good shade
of a willow tree.
I hear the sound
of the humming birds.
Might it be
Serendipity?
Lying in the grass
with the stars above my head.
I behold a falling one
and make a wish.
Might it be
Serendipity?
I search for you
among the fields
of yellow daisies
and butterflies.
But even so,
couldn't it be
Serendipity?

Heart That is Broken

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:59:47 GMT

Dear God,
take from me
all that I have,
everything.
Leave me with
no where to go
but into your arms,
where love overflows.
Lead me through
a valley that's dark,
give me troubles,
and break my heart.
I tell you this,
and I pray I'm not wrong,
The heart that is broken
sings ever so strong.

I Will Forever Love You

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:58:59 GMT

I think of you as the moonlight;
do think of me as the stars.
For wherever my heart shall take me
you know I won't be far.
My love for you has grown stronger,
like a tree in a passing storm.
Nothing will ever alter it,
it can only be reborn.
Like birds on a dewy spring morning
sing faithfully with the sun,
So I will forever love you
for you and I are one.

To Find The Glorious Light

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:58:06 GMT

im just so scared
it hurts
wheres the moon when you need its comfort
when you need its warm glow
behind the trees
the shadowy trees
this shadowy place
i feel the cold wind
pierce my tear soaked face
my tears fall to the ground
i fall to the ground
and thats when i see it
the glorious light
the moon in all its wonder
crying out to me
while im crying out to it
i asked for comfort
and all i had to do was fall
really hard
To Find The Glorious Light.

Three Little Words

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:57:02 GMT

Three little words
spoken from your lips and mine
make the others,
written by my graceful hand,
float off the page.
Flying through the once empty
space between us.
It's an unspeakable thing.
So tell me once more,
kiss me once more.
The words mean even more to me now.
You mean more to me now than ever.
I love you...

Reflections

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:56:12 GMT

A foggy mirror, that's all the past is now.
I broke it into a million pieces.
I guess that explains my luck lately somehow.
So I sit here and look into the past.
It's a painful reflection
and it seems to come into focus so fast.
I wipe away the image,
I wipe away my tears.
The funny thing is,
the image was of all the wonderful years.
I messed up
and I'm moving on.
I pick up the pieces,
What's done is done.

Alone Together

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:55:24 GMT

The stars,
they shine.
A million fire flies.
It's a pretty light
in solemn darkness.
I hold hope in my hand,
it leads the way.
It's a long way home
but I shall be okay
as long as you are with me.
We will follow the light, alone,
together.

Red Rose

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:54:24 GMT

On the shelf
the red rose lies,
reminding me of the past
of the good old times.
The rose, it rots,
the petals wilt slowly;
hoping to erase the past
to make me feel less lonely.
The days go by
and I patiently wait
for the petals to die.
They know it's their fate.
My feelings, they linger,
they have no home.
I must sit here and wait,
bow my head and cry alone.

Words that move me

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:53:35 GMT

"What's my passion?"
I say inside.
Words that move me
and come alive.
Like birds that soar
with the clouds,
so does my soul
when poetry surrounds.
Who can tell
how colors brighten,
how words go from dull
to as strong as lightning?
And who knows why
the mighty moon shines?
But I know for what
my lonely soul pines.
"What's my passion?"
I say inside.
Words that move me
and come alive.

We Were Raining

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:50:21 GMT

Feel the thunder.
Hear the taunting roar
of the storm.
I saw your face
within the clouds.
I hid my heart
deep inside the sky.
Then it all came raining down.
You and me
we were raining.

The Heart of a Poet

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:51:56 GMT

You just cant comprehend,
with your simple mind
or your superficial eyes,
what you've just seen.
To you,
these words set before you,
dancing in front of you,
are what they are-
merely words.
Why can't you take it in?
All that you've really seen?
The majesty of it all?
These words that dance before you
they are
The Heart of a Poet.

Writer's Block

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:51:29 GMT

Paper wads strewn about the room
covered in my half-thoughts,
my unfinished sentences.
The tap of my pencil
on my brand new legal pad
is all I can hear
aside from the roar
of my mom's old vacuum.
The words are trapped
somewhere inside
this mind of mine,
dying to get out,
I'm sure.
Or perhaps,
they were sucked up inside
that old, devil of a vacuum,
twirling around
with the dust and the dirt,
only to be condemned forever
to the life of a half-thought.

Where to Find my Feelings

gretchen decker — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:51:01 GMT

I didn't think this day would come,
the day I lost my feelings for you.
I wonder where my feelings have gone.
Will they be replaced with ones that are new?
Did they travel to the moon
and make it shine ever so bright?
Or did they travel to the stars,
just to be seen at an even greater height?
Can they be found in the music
a little boy has made?
Or can they be found in the love of others
as a beautiful serenade?
Did my feelings really leave me
or are they hiding deep within,
to help me find a new love
and begin to live again?