Friday, October 30, 2015

Although I mostly write poetry, I occasionally write some short stories.  You can check out my attempt at writing a Halloween Revenge short story on the Writer's Digest site.   Halloween Candy Thief Revenge prompt

Thursday, October 29, 2015

I think back
to words unsaid
my heart aches
at the thought
I lost you
way too soon
we were unaware
time was short
if I could
have the chance
to say them –
those loving words
opening my heart
and your eyes
to enthrall you
I truly would

 - written for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside Prompt #329 

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

“you should have never”

you should have never kissed me
under the full moon that night
to fall in love at first sight

we were both too blind to see
that this affair was not right
you should have never kissed me
under the full moon that night

I tricked myself to believe
my soul would remain pure white
but our dark deeds came to light
you should have never kissed me
under the full moon that night
to fall in love at first sight


10/28/15 - for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside's Prompt #329 as "Amaria"




Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Past Poems from 2014

Here are a few of my poems that I have written in the past.  Hope you enjoy.


“The lure of the wolf”

Under the light of the moon
you call out to me softly
Your voice penetrates my mind
luring me with your lullaby.

Foolishly I follow the sound
of your song into the dark
Like a lovelorn sailor at sea
I’m caught up in the beat.

With hungry eyes you stare
into mine and I fall prey.
I now see the beast within
as the wolf inside you wins.

- written 4/6/2014


"I wished I learned Español"

I wished I learned Español
when I was still in my youth
so it would be in my soul.
I wished I learned Español
so no one could suppose
my Latin claim was a fluke.
I wished l learned Español
when I was still in my youth.

- written 5/3/2014



"Latin Queen"

She is who I wanted to be -
the pretty Latin queen
but my Spanish
was lost in translation
for my mother adopted English
I do not blame her –
I tried to learn in school
but it never took root
perhaps I gave up too soon
I never thought I look Latin
my hair more like African
American – but I suppose
they saw me as an outsider too.
in my youth
I straddled two spheres –
it appears it suited me well
I wish I could have converse
with my grandfather in that
native tongue – but he
would not had none of it.
I guess I’ll never be a full
Latin queen – I will just
have to settle for being me.

- written 5/3/2014



"In the morning"

I sit on the side of your king size bed
where the bright rays of the sun flickers in
you sleep so silently in the warm light
as I ponder this unplanned rendezvous

When I entered this once darken chamber
the thoughts never once came into my mind
on what will come when the sun rose again –
all of my questions went away - adieu

But now it rushes back into my head
as to why  I laid down with this stranger
who now slumbers as if he is alone–
I suppose this, to him, is nothing new.

So I leave with departing words unsaid
before my spotless rep is endangered.

 - written 5/21/2014 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside Bref Double challenge


“Blame Beauty”

I blame beauty
for my demise
as I tried to
reach its lofty goals

I so wanted
to claim that prize
I threw caution
away like a fool

And now I lay
in this state of
beauty that will
all decay in time

- written 7/9/14



“Brother”

we are bonded by our blood
two siblings against the world
I now find myself watching
your light slowly drift away

I try to recall our youth
of us playing in green grass
or jumping on your high bed
despite our mother’s stern look

though I was ashamed of you
for not being “normal:
in time I learn to love you
as you are, imperfectly

and now I watch you succumb
in this deformed body that
followed you into this life
slowly draining your bright light

but life is not always fair
it was you who taught me that
so I cherish the brief times
for I know they are numbered

in my mind I buried you
over a thousand times yet
you still linger here like a
leaf to a tree in autumn

- finalized 10/5/2014



 “Love Song”

I dream of you
in red, green and blue
tumbling in fields
of flowers in lavender hues
or perhaps fuscia pink
but it doesn’t matter to me
for as long as I am in your arms
I know nothing is wrong
so please don’t let me go
until the sun goes down
and the moonlight
catches our eyes

remind me of that feeling
of being hapless in love
a feeling so fleeting
yet stronger than steel
and I will open up
my chamber doors leading
to my inner soul and
I will thank you
over a thousand times

so let us not hold back
and run towards the horizon
for when you kiss me
you make the sun go down
and I will look into your eyes
and make it rise again

- written 9/20/2014



"We walked among the stars"

once we were young and in love
together we walked among the stars
enchanted by the moonlight
but then one day she came
with the sun in her hair
and she seduced you out of my arms
I watch you chase after her
into horizons that you were never
meant to reach
while I stayed behind alone.

- written 12/20/2014


Past Poems from this year

Here are a few poems I have written this past year.


“First Heartbreak”

He was the first boy I noticed
He was the first boy I noticed
Who made me stop in my track
Who made me stop in my track
The first boy, who made me stop,
I noticed he was in my track

I worshiped the ground he walked on
I worshiped the ground he walked on
and enjoyed bathing in his light
and enjoyed bathing in his light
I worshiped in his light and enjoyed
bathing on the ground he walked on

Until the day he called me fat
Until the day he called me fat
My entire world fell to pieces
My entire world fell to pieces
Until my entire world fell, to pieces,
the day he called me fat

He was the first boy I worshiped
who made me stop, noticed his light
In my track, I enjoyed bathing
in the ground he walked on
until he called me fat, the day
my entire world fell to pieces

- written 3/1/2015 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside Paradelle challenge as Amaria


“Confession to Richard A.”

I confess, Richard, I have a crush on you
and I feel silly about having such a thing –
too old to be fawning over a celebrity

I was drawn in by those eyes, ever so blue
and that voice, rich and deep, fitting for a king
I confess, Richard, I have a crush on you
and I feel silly about having such a thing –

You have become my fantasy, yes it’s true
but my mind knows there will never be a fling
only in my dreams, you will give me a ring
 I confess, Richard, I have a crush on you
and I feel silly about having such a thing –
too old to be fawning over a celebrity

- written 4/13/15 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside’s April PAD Challenge Day 13 Confession poem as Amaria


“Moments”

I recall us playing
in the backyard in the dirt
dad called us to come
for nightfall would soon descend
so we ran into the house

Jumping on the bed
laughing our little hearts out
it was forbidden
but that is what made it fun
even with mom’s reprimands

I was not ready
when your lips crashed into mine
and I was surprised
but it felt so good inside
I fell in love the first time

In our caps and gowns
we had reached the finish line
we threw up our caps
into the sky where our dreams
waited for us to snatch them

When they lowered you
into the grave my heart cried
and my soul darkened
without your light in my life
but still I had to go on

- written 4/24/2015 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside’s April PAD Challenge Day 24: Moment poem as Amaria



“Perhaps I gave it up too soon”

Perhaps I gave it up too soon
I should have waited a bit longer
For one cannot gain back one’s virtue

Too intrigued to turn you away
I let you inside my untouched walls
Perhaps I gave it up too soon
And should have held it a bit longer

When we were done it felt surreal –
Asking was this all it was to be?
I suppose all my peers lied to me.
Perhaps I gave it up too soon
I should have waited a bit longer
For one cannot gain back one’s virtue

- written 5/14/2015



"Across the Dance Floor"

across the dance floor
we sway our hips
the seductive beats
that move our feet

in your arms i dip
salsa rhythms lure
us, seductive moves
breaking all the rules

with our mambo steps
leave all in the dust
we become one song
and dance all night long

the song in our hearts
keeps us chasing stars

- written 10/11/2015


“Parisian Market”

I sit on steps under the sun
taking in the sights and smells
of the Parisian market
on a Sunday afternoon

Crowds of people walk by as
I taste my cream puff dessert
my partner lost in his sketch
of the grand Eiffel Tower

I sit listening with care
to the sound of busy streets
French words flowing through the air
never wanting to forget



“Feet”

I never thought my feet were pretty
they were too skinny and pale
but I was fond of high heels
as a child I spent afternoons
in mom’s closet tipping in her pumps
and she, by the doorway,
would laugh at my tumbling

When the time came I began to train
my feet in kitten heels feeling so grown
in time I was able to conquer
those four and five inches
that made my feet so alluring
my hips swaying from side to side
catching all the men’s eyes

Especially that one guy
who confessed he had a foot fetish
he snapped pictures of my feet –
which I still found unattractive –
but he was mesmerized
by their shape and how they look
in those steel pointed spikes.

So now when I see those
pieces of art on pretty feet
I cannot help but giggle –
recalling mom’s smile
at my juvenile tumbling,
or the lust in that guy’s eyes
that said so much more

- written 10/15/2015 for "Funny Feet" writing prompt as Amaria


“Temptation”

a text message came through
and she knew it was wrong to
answer the blatant booty call –
agony was all it would lead to
and she tried her best to
abstain from texting back but
as she began to daydream
about his hands and mouth
all over her skin, her
amnesia departed once again
at the bar a man sips whiskey
an apple martini in her hand, the
allure was too much to resist, her
aching skin thirst only for him
as he led her to the bedroom
arms intertwined, falling  into bed,
as tongues merged and hips connected
at dawn she found herself
alone chastising herself with
acidic guilt filling her heart

- written 10/22/2015 for "Its Not About Me" writing prompt as Amaria


“Scenes”

autumn leaves cling to trees
as the seasons come into full force
a girl and boy rakes the front yard
a mother stands by the window
and recalls her younger days

anxiety fills her heart
awaiting life changing results
a nurse chats on the phone
as the doctor looks over a chart
and enters the room to deliver the news

around the corner sits a man
at a table lost in his book
a woman stands by hesitating to
approach her secret crush
another minute passes by

asphalt is hot under their feet
as cars zip along the highway
abandoned by a broken down car
an angry man talks on his cell
a tow truck finally arrives

- written 10/23/2015 for "Its Not About Me" writing prompt as Amaria



Monday, October 26, 2015

Good evening,

This is my first post.  I decided on a whim to create a blog where I can post and share my poems.  I love poetry and invite those who love poetry as well to follow and comment.  

Arcadia Maria