Category Archives: Poetry

Release your dreams to wander

Written: © Maxima

In a shiver of hearts woven
it is not a sin to succumb to
quintessence,
free your imagination
release your dreams to wander
the constellations that circle
lavender fields bursting with
fantasies of joy.
Let their seeds germinate in the
hearts of love, to be born, grow
into flowers of precious souls
where you, treasured flower,
flourish in the warmth of my love.
I love you

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About this night

Written: © Maxima
I am always amazed at
This harmony of your warm heart
And the cold moonlight
I am always amazed at
Your spontaneity and gentleness
In the way you concede
As gently as a summer breeze
That your desire equals mine
But you fear to act upon it
Marvellous!
Tell me, please
Where will you go
With all those words,
All those feelings…
Who will you share them with?
Or you’ll pour them into the sea?
In this little haven of ours
Say it out loud, my love,
Say that you love me
That you want me
You know I do, too
Who knows,
Maybe one day
We’ll talk to our grandchildren
I love you,
My only true love

My dear friends, I will be away for some time. and will not be able to post new poems. Hopefully, it will not take long. Bless you all!

Holly , we’ re with you!

Written: © Maxima
Our thoughts and prayers are with you !

“House Of Heart”

Windswept Lake

The sun slips below lofty trees.
From her periphery shadows flit
on a pine needle floor,
Fairies a-flight in the dusty haze.
Among the dandelions giant mushrooms grow wild.
The scent of musk and fir permeate the dormant woods.
Windswept lake is hidden amid stands of ancient trees.
Their weathered branches burdened with the weight of
heathery moss that rests on roots
spreading out to the banks of the lilac scented waterway.

Stepping from her clothing she entrusts them to a night owl’s
Glimmering orbs.
Delicate limbs lower into indigo,
platinum circles flow outward caught in the moonlight,
glancing off porcelain skin.
A silver wolf waits at the shore.
Emerging cold and wet she lies beside him.
Silky fur slides through her fingertips,
his velvet tongue licks her dewy skin.
Golden rays and a dusky thrush awaken her,
bird songs echo across the water.
Windswept lake waits silently.
Caught In dreams, she fades to shades of silver.
Her banks glimmer in the sun.
Heartafire
( Holly R. Hunter)

Written: © Maxima
Book by today’s post, we open with the intention of you point out, the beauty of the poetic statement poet Holly Rene Hunter – and in fact, expose, of course not all, secrets, very subtle poetic logic that carries in her heart, this outstanding poet. Liveliness of rhythm, sensitivity, imagination, poetic symbolism – and the beauty of the design and construction of the verse, which Holly R. Hunter fantastic – handled – in beautiful fabric, brilliant carpets, that our knowledge of the world, slow steps and fascinated by magic petals love enters – the House of heart. I stop here for a moment and ask our Dear friend Holly R. Hunter

Stefan Maxima : We know where it originates , this wonderfully poetic weaving, We know the motives , but does not know how to manage to the world , love mixed with the taste and fragrance of the ocean , like a nice , poetic ?
Holly R. Hunter ” I began writing at an early age. My writing is generally based on life experience and from the heart. There is no secret but a desire and fundamental need to express oneself. “ Top yield, width range of emotions and richness poetic images. its complexity and light trail Fairytales and very tangible joy, fluffy unrest – present in verses like these

The Sweetness of Dark

On this dock streams of
sweet, a rivulet.
A taste of salt when my
tongue flicks my lips.
The slap of sea mist my eyes
washing colors down my face.
Memories scurry into caves
where hermit crabs escape..
Sea horses trapped in murky
kelp cry for help choking bubbles
of last breaths.
This creaking dock, freedom floating off
into the sweetness of dark.

Clearly point to the fact that our friend,
the poet whose works certainly have their place in our hearts

Messages of support for you and your family, friend and to everyone in the path of the storm !
Stefan Maxima

My longing is unutterable


Written: © Maxima

I give in to silence tonight
Where my unutterable longing
Has fled
And now I’m wandering
Down the street of hot kisses
From last night
Waiting for you
To come to me
Please, don’t be late
My longing is unutterable
I love you

Rainy Morning

Written: © Maxima

Rainy Morning

The are so many questions;
The sweet night,
the cold fine feathers.
The September rainy morning
I await answers, my princess,
you are overpowering.
Your lipstick kissed upon my lips.
Gentle tenderness.
The most beautiful smile on this
planet that we share.
I cannot sleep.
The night still reflects your sweet scent.
Curtains over the rain washed windows;
the hotel room in which we stayed
waiting for a train to dreamland.
Life is beautiful with you love.
So many questions remain between us.
Tender nights,
cold fine feathers.
This September rainy morning
I wait for the answers.
Do you know,
The unspoken secret of my heart,
How much
I love wearing you In the pupil of my eye
And in great pride I show this glitter
To everyone
And it is that glow, my love,
That makes my eyes distinct
Do you know
Do you know
That I walk the streets alone
Talking to you
People turn their heads,
Cross themselves
And say…
The poor man is lost
He gave his soul to the devil
They don’t know,
My dearest angel,
That I gave everything to you,
My soul, my heart, my smiles…
All those smiles
That make people
Doubt my sanity…
And you,
You know,
The unspoken secret of my heart,
How much I love
Wearing your beauty In the pupil of my eye
And even though my joyful smiles
Raise doubt in my sanity,
I take pride in showing them,
That glow and that smile,
The smile of all my smiles
And God knows what else
People passing by say
As I, with you in my heart
And in my soul,
Walk in the rain
With no umbrella
And dazzled tell the clouds
That I love you
More than anything in the world.

I Remember That

Written: © Maxima

You are mine …

You are all the joy of my spring,
a sorcerer, a magician.
You trusted me to know what
to do, where to go but I did not
even know where to look or what
to do with my hands.
Your sweet lips danced a fiery dance
upon mine and I recall billions
and billions of stars falling from
the skies, above the outlines of temples,
upon my face.
Above us a moon, beneath us a lavender field.
And from the brightest star a hundred silver flutes of gods
chorused the deity of your smile and the passion of your sigh.
Oh, it was as if I were listening to the color of the wind
in the plum trees…and a soft distant breeze through a sleeping village.
You did not say anything but I remember that sweet fruit.
I suppose I was frightened of so much beauty
and the way the earth stood still when
our lips met that night.

My longing is unutterable

Written: © Maxima

I give in to silence tonight
Where my unutterable longing
Has fled
And now I’m wandering
Down the street of hot kisses
From last night
Waiting for you
To come to me
Please, don’t be late
My longing is unutterable
I love you