Sapphic Voices Poetry

 

 

Poetry by Roki Storm

Poetry Set One

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Listen

Copyright © by Roki Storm, March 2001

In the stillness I can hear it all

The wind blows softly-

The cat sings loud.

And through this music

The human heart pounds.

Listen!

As the heart cries out.

Hear me, please, as I shout-

With my whisper and my tears.

I can see your hurt,

'Cause I feel it as well.

Listen!

And I open up my heart.

Oh the pain- it's overwhelming to me.

Her emotions hidden so deeply.

Like an underground river

Far below the surface of our humanity.

I listen

With disbelief.

Stricken by horrified shock, and disgust.

Holding you-

I can only say I care, I'll be there

I love you, my friend.

As I listen

My emotions wash over me for this special friend.

Could it be that she understands me?

How I wish it were not true this time

I'd give my life

To save you from this pain.

Listen!

You say it with your heart.

Care, love and help.

Once again I've heard

What no one else can hear

Because my heart is listening with tears.


Innocence Stolen

Copyright © by Roki Storm, March 2001

The marriage of justice

Keeps rolling forward.

While innocence is offered

On the alter of ignorance-

And the guilty

Walk freely among us.

Children are broken,

And crying;

Yet we force them to go on

keeping their secrets in silence.

We've abandon the victims

As we close our eyes

Always hiding the sins

Of the wicked,

Afraid of the consequences

Of their actions

Yet unwilling to make them pay.


The Park Bench

Copyright © by Roki Storm, March 2001

I sit alone

On a bench with a view

Of the world.

Life moves on

As it passes me by,

And I watch

As time turns me old and gray.

People pass me every day

Off to work or play.

I take it all in-

Only from a distance,

Unwilling to venture my heart.

Each day you pass as well,

You smile at me and wave.

But I, alone will stay,

In the safety of this place.

Watching, never joining-

Finding security in my solitude.

And as dawn has now turned to dusk-

You no longer pass my way.

Cob webs grow on me like vines-

Nothing to show for my life.

Nothing ventured nothing gained,

And now I feel it is too late.


Portrait of a Lady

Copyright © by Roki Storm, March 2001

Standing alone

peering our a window

she awaits the passage of time.

Before her in the view from the window

passes kings, queens,

and all manor of man kind.

Still she waits

presuming the perfect moment will arrive

when love will sweep her off her feet.

The shadows cast by the sun,

as it rises and sets,

shows on her face.

Time is passing before her.

Her hair grays, her complexion fades,

as the sun threatens to set on her life.

But convinced love still waits for her

she stays on another days,

peering through the window

at the world.


The Old House

Copyright © by Roki Storm, March 2001

On the corner

down the street

across from the park the children play in,

set back from the street

hidden in the bushes

fixed between the trees that have stood for ages,

disheveled in it's appearance

dilapidated by time

forgotten by those who own it,

Victorian in style

faded in color

empty of all life that once filled it,

stands this old house.

Searching for a soul to love it

children and laughter to fill it once again.

If only the hedges were trimmed,

the grass was cut,

and the house was repainted-

vitality, spirit and history

could be restored to this dyeing neighborhood;

just down the street

over the bridge

on the other side of the river from me.


It’s How I Know I Love You

Copyright © by Roki Storm, August 2001

Your Electric touch

Your perfect body

The way you bat your eyes.

The tilt of your head,

The tone in you voice-

The way my blood boils when your near.

It’s something in the way you touch me-

And the way our bodies respond together.

It’s the smile that dances

Constantly on your face,

It’s that sparkle that lives in your eyes.

You intoxicate me-

You pull me in and I am

Incapable of getting free.

It’s your silky voice

At the end of the line-

The way you make me melt

When you call me baby.

It’s the shape of your nose,

It’s the curve of your face,

It’s the way your lips entrance

Me when you talk.

It’s the dream in the middle of my life,

The dream I wish not to be stirred from.

It’s you, baby!!

That’s how I know

I love you.


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