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Fearless Love

too long a time
left without barricade
my heart was defenseless

childhood abandonment
created scars; scabbed wounds
strong as a brick wall
entombed my heart

panic guided relationships
hysteria drove love away
absconding from affection
solitude was my stronghold

then there was you

how you found your way
beyond the bricks and mortar
mystifies me still

an honest smile
a silent understanding
a compulsive love

now I have a love story
written in your name
hope replaces fearfulness
love owns the blame

©dorianna
2016

My Little Man

I wrote this poem a few weeks after my son was born, it has taken me many years
to edit. Though it is not my greatest writing work it is without a doubt 
my greatest work of heart.

 

My Little Man

a miracle divine
this baby boy of mine
thankful to the god’s above
allowing me this child to love

a trusting smile, doldrums cure
laughing eyes that I adore
giggles and wiggles, fingers and toes
how much I love him, does he know

if he cries it makes me sad
I tell him stories about his dad
in my arms we rock awhile
I’m always rewarded with his smile

he asks only that I am here
to guide in love and always cheer
silent prayer as I watch him sleep
that he’ll know my love runs deep

as I watch my little guy grow
like a river my love will flow
teaching him wisdom for life’s plan
taking pride in my little man

©dorianna

Mute


 

Self-Knowledge Is Sublime

poetry reveals the truths
the center of your being
illumination and the dark
duality none else is seeing

oft-times you’ll discover
reading your own words
an aspect of yourself
you never ever heard

through your poetry
gain the freedom inclined
whether honest or deceitful
desirable or shunned
self-knowledge is sublime

©dorianna

On The Strings Of A Heart

how is it possible
one day to love someone
enlivened with just one thought, one kiss, one moment
as if you’ve soured to the heavens
drifting on wings of angels

tomorrow arrives
effervescent beauty of yesterday’s love
metamorphic agony of today’s heartache
a tornadic storm
whipping emotions erupt
drastic climate changes annihilating
all that is tender

one wonders where does the beauty go
when love turns to hate

bemused by the fate of heartbreak
anguished by the storm
adrift on winds of inner turmoil
should one conclude
love and hate ~ same emotion
calming, sensual breeze
becomes a violet windstorm
nature takes it course
on the strings of a heart

©Dorianna 2015
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Aged Eyes

as an ancient book
leather-bound
embellished in gold
aged eyes chronicle
truth and wisdom
do you peer deeply
can you read their story

©dorianna 2014
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Voice of Love

No Regrets

Agony is a Dancer

the dancer performs
spins through the air
erotic gestures
a flirtatious flair
sensual inflammation
a luring elicitation
a provocative snare drum beats pounding rhythm
to erotic bumps and grinds
pole gyrations
around she winds
hidden from the crowd
her agonizing tears
internal pain that whines shards of desolation
illusion on the dance floor
esurient menfolk
hunger for an encore
waving dollars with a dare
agony counts the minutes
dancer screams ‘no more’

©dorianna 2015

The Pearl

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