It is You, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

It is YouBerthe Morisot, Edouard Manet (1869)

It is You

Why is it that love has become a chore
It is you I give myself evermore
It is you only that I do adore
It is you I could not love any more

It is you who truly make my life bright
It is you I desire to hold so tight
It is you I want always in my sight
It is you I hunger for every night

It is you who now give an awful fright
It is you who I fear may soon take flight
It is you whose heart I must reignite
It is you my loving heart that I plight

If it be that your love I can’t restore
Shall quickly quit this life forevermore

The Sleepwalker, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The SleepwalkerThe Sleepwalker, Maximillian Pirner (1878)

The Sleepwalker

A love to steal, who she thinks is real
Pondering over him both day and night
Her deep anguish she attempts to conceal
Searching the darkness without any fright

In the secret of her mind he’s divine
She claims his perfect love never to spurn
Eager to have their hot bodies entwine
Before daylight she finds a safe return

She knows one day of finding her lover
That she would soon share the warmth of his bed
Then one deep dark night she did discover
The exact place where he did lay his head

On the narrow ledge, not taking a breath
Wind came along, now falling to her death

From the Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

From the SeaThe Birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli (c. 1485)

From the Sea

Light, bright as the sun falls into the sea
Forcing thousands of ripples to the shore
Disrupting the quietness quite pertly
Curious bubbling foam each ripple wore

Substance steadily stacks at water’s edge
When suddenly a wind came roaring in
Whirling all if it were a swirling dredge
Ceasing abruptly as it did begin

Then suddenly before my very eyes
Slowly grains of sand falling to the ground
The remaining form much to my surprise
I stood their helplessly without a sound

Such great beauty in her pure nakedness
Was the goddess of all beauty, Venus


Yes or No, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Yes or NoYes or No, Edmund Blair Leighton (1890)

Yes or No

With a feeling bluer than my nosegay
Worrisome heart in doubt, life uncertain
Still not knowing what exactly to say
Is today to be the final curtain

He claims an undying love ever true
Is there a chance his love to go a stray
But he gave a feeling I never knew
Feeling continues till this very day

Is confusion of mind, love that I feel
Thought love to be much joy and happiness
Not an aching heart, a painful ordeal
Yet such warm comfort from his gentleness

Yes or no, somehow I must now decide
Shall it be goodbye or become his bride


Moonlit Beauty, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Moonlit BeautyMoonlit Beauty James Sant (c. 1900)

Moonlit Beauty

Stars by the millions in the evening sky
Cast their dreamy eyes upon one so pure
The moon’s glow upon this beauty does lie
The caressing wind sings its song to her

Like a bird’s feather floating down to earth
My hands come to rest on her nakedness
Touching her so softly creating mirth
Then kissing her glow with great tenderness

Responding with a long sweet sounding moan
Brushing away golden strands kissed her nape
Rolling towards me, her full beauty shone
A moment neither wanted to escape

Touching each other in magical love
As the moon and the stars watched from above


Sea Calling Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sea Calling MeImage manipulated by author

Sea Calling Me

In quiet stillness I observe the hue
Of the mighty endless sea before me
Sweeping eyes drinking the depth of her blue
With desire to be consumed by this sea

I’ve visited her countless times before
She always seems to appeal to me more
Calling me with gentleness of her shore
Her soft tender loving clutch I adore

I am naked to all of her power
Still shy, with my toes I touch her azure
Her wave coaxes me a little closer
Now I am totally consumed by her

Joy as she touches every part that be
She gives me a feeling of being free