Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

DreamsFlaming June, Frederic Leighton (1895)

Dreams

The sun has risen but dream as you may
Leave labors of work for another day
Hope your dreams be filled with the thoughts of me
As the many nights my dreams be of you
Praying that all my dreams may soon come true
That you may know my love forever be

Affixed by your beauty am much beguiled
Cuddled as a kitten or little child
But the facts bear that you are a woman
Whose tender touch shall eagerly await
Knowing this desire for you shant abate
Hoping my love you are never to shun

 

Leaf on a River, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Leaf on a RiverRiver Study, J Laurence Hart (n.d.)

Leaf on a River

My heart as a leaf flows with the river
No port of call is currently listed
Nor stopping to be a solemn griever
River doesn’t yield, heart cannot be bided

Know not where or when the river will end
Heart was once green now a sullen yellow
Never made a choice of lover or friend
Can’t remember ever being a foe

This water journey thought to be unique
Soon found that countless millions are alike
With nothing of great importance to speak
Nor a vein of richness ever to strike

Who determines what someone’s life is worth
Should we be celebrating any birth

 

“Annie” Richmond, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Edgar Allan PoeEdgar Allan Poe, Oscar Halling (c. 1860)

“Annie” Richmond

If were to die with unfulfilled passion
What would happen to my beleaguered soul
To wander a dark wasteland so barren
My hurting story will remain untold

Nay I say with yet unknown breaths to take
It is my love that you have forsaken
In my heart you have placed a piercing stake
But not a love which will soon come undone

You enter my dreams cruelly each night
To take you completely is your command
Beauty so tasteful within my sight
I reach but it is not you in my hand

A curse to this day is over my head
Saying I love you cannot be unsaid

 

The Eve of Saint Agnes, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Eve of Saint AgnesThe Eve of Saint Agnes, John Everett Millais (1863)

The Eve of Saint Agnes

This is the evening before Saint Agnes’ feast,
The night’s dream when your true love will appear.
Should the rules be followed down to the least,
Eyes looking to heaven with body clear.
Entering her chamber her breath increased,
In her hungry heart she carried some fear.
Will it be the one she’s loved from the start,
Or some stranger with a cold empty heart.

Lemon moon shines beyond her window pane,
Falls on her face showing she’s without sleep.
Anguish in her mind creating great pain,
Soon with heavy eyes darkness she did reap.
Awakened, wondering if this be feign,
His lips on hers, knows this is love to keep.
She motioned that he should enter her bed,
Their passion displayed as the color red.

 

Castle in the Air, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Schloss_Falkenstein_Planung_Gemälde_Historismus_LudwigFalkenstein Castle, Christian Jank (1883)

Castle in the Air, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Shall we build a grand castle in the air?
So great in its stature none can compare,
People will soon come from most everywhere,
In amazement will give a wondrous stare.

The architect plans are finally here,
After perusal not really clear.
What are you thinking that we do my dear?
Be brazen and continue without fear?

Builder says won’t quit until job is done,
Not too sure about the cost overrun.
It’s been two months and job has not begun,
Think the money has headed for the sun.

I’m thinking the house we have is just fine,
Let me pour you another glass of wine.

The Seamstress, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Gisela Josef–The_Seamstress (1897)The Seamstress, Josef Gisela (1897)

The Seamstress, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

A seamstress fingers are made for action.
Parts she joins together to be just one.
The wedding dress she sews will soon be done.
But have feelings of the bride come undone?

Too young to understand what her life be,
Love glows now, but can change to misery.
So concerned with turning from me to we,
Then the need to extend family tree.

She asks, what does it take to be a bride?
Need to feel like a real wife inside,
To walk with husband, both in even stride,
Making sure any gap does not get wide.

Take each precious day, sew them together,
Being sure love withstands any weather.

Reading Woman by a Piano, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hammershoi Vihelm - Reading women by a piano (1907)Reading Woman by a Piano, Vihelm Hammershoi (1907)

Reading Woman by a Piano, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Love poems that I read instill me more.
Still waiting your special knock on my door.
Bearing the absence of one I adore.
O come, pluck the strings softly, I implore.

Do lovingly what you have done before,
With every note you’d play my heart did soar.
Come quickly, come quickly play an encore,
As I danced, your music was all I wore.

Your music more precious than any ore.
Come quick, so I may dance upon the floor,
A new step wish eagerly to explore,
Because my solemn heart great love will pour.

Not to be sad ’till you come, I’m foreswore,
For it’s you I shall love forevermore.