Model Poem

Daisies
By: Connie Warnek

In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?

If the answer's wrong I try another,
a little sorry about the petals
piling up around my shoes.

Bees are loose in the fields
where daisies wait and hope,
dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis.
We can't possibly understand

what makes us such fools.
I blame the June heat
and everything about him.


Petals

By: Sam Massey

In the monarchy of the rose
No other flower has a say
The question of the day is
Are they lucky enough to be picked?

If not today maybe another,
Feeling sorry for their wilting petals
Falling to the floor in silence

Butterflies are flying free in the room
where all that isnt a rose wiats and wishes,
praying for luck to bless them
They can't begin to understand


what makes them so blind.
They blame the Holidays spell
and everything about her.



Sam Massey's Petals was modeled from Connie Warnek's Dasies

Eternity

Every day without you I parish


These days and memories I will never forget

Each day with you I treasure

Run to me and I will love you

Never leave me

I can’t wait to see you again

The tick of my heart beats for you

You’re my world and beyond

Inked

The angels will sleep in beds of rose petals

You may have closed your eyes forever
But you are not gone
Rest in Peace
Uncle, son, father, brother.
Two years I knew you
But I do not remember you
Well
I’m told about you
And tears are still shed.
A forwarded text message
That’s all it took
And our minds are made up
April will come soon
I can’t wait.
In loving memory of you
We ink our skin
Two roses for the years I knew you
A sleeping angel for that’s what you’ve become
Peacefully dreaming of us
You’ll be in our hearts and on our skin forever

The Last Touch

I bare my soul
My breath lingers
I contain all my fears
My emotions flood my face
I force myself to speak
My skin is flushed with heat
I go to mend my reopened wounds
My heart slams in my chest
I taste the falling tears streaming down my cheeks
My body trembles
I unfasten and spill like water
Good Bye.

I’m Sorry, but this is Me

I’m Sorry I’m moody, it’s the women in me

I’m Sorry I’m bossy, it’s the mother in me
I’m Sorry I’m stubborn, it’s the Taurus in me
I’m Sorry I’m too grown up; it’s the oldest child in me
I’m Sorry I’m a cuddlier, it’s the lover in me
I’m Sorry I’m open, and want you to be
I’m Sorry I’m caring
I’m Sorry I’m not perfect
I’m Sorry I care what people think
But I’m not sorry that I love you
Or
That you love me with all my faults

First Kiss

It’s dark out side,

You’re all dressed up coming home,
After your big night out,
At your side the whole time,
Minutes pass by,
You breathe in,
You breathe out,
The butterflies swirl around,
Palms all wet,
Anticipation overwhelms you.
Looking at you, mouth opening,
Is this it, will it happen this time?
Your heart ticks with the sound of the motor,
The music booms in your ears,
Your lungs swell till they hurt,
YES! The words were spoken,
You whisper under your breath and shake your head.
Closing your eyes
It seems like forever
Then wet and warm
Then gone?
What? Wait!
What seemed to take hours to happen
Is over in a second
Hand in hand sitting in silence
Savoring, relaxing from, remembering
That First Kiss.

You’re with me, Yet I miss you.

I used to see you for seven hours

Almost every day
For nine months.
Then our days were limited
But you were at my side each night.
During the day I worked,
And you did who knew what at the house.
But you were there each night upon my return
Met with open arms.
For those few hours
You were completely and totally mine.
Sitting watching TV and talking
Until the darkness of sleep claimed us.
So soon summer came to its end
And I, unlike you, returned to halls so crowed
Yet empty.
Empty of your voice,
Of you smell,
Of your touch.
Last year was your last
Yet I remain for one more.
Your love is with me, it’s on my hand
Yet the space between us grows each day.
It’s been months since I’ve last seen you,
Weeks since I’ve heard you’re voice,
And days since I’ve talked to you.
In the past six months
Since my confinement
Back to these walls
I’ve seen you three times
And each time I feel joy followed by sadness.
Joy for the fragile time we have,
Joy of your kiss,
Joy for your strength.
Then
The sadness.
Sadness for I know this time is only temporary,
Sadness for I’m already anticipating good bye,
Sadness for the fact you’re here with me, yet I miss you.
Four months,
That how much longer I have to miss you;
Four months and I’m free
From this confinement
That keeps me from you.