A Vow to Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Vow to LoveA Vow to Love, Jean-Honoré Fragonard (c. 1780)

A Vow to Love

Like the wave that crashes against the rock,
Shattered in uncountable directions,
My heart is destroyed by the crushing shock.
Motionless and dark as ocean canyons.

Questioning how this could really be,
This painful loneliness that churns inside,
Has unmercifully enveloped me.
All feelings fled with the outgoing tide.

My heart is floating on the endless sea,
Being tossed about by the ceaseless wind.
A bottle that is lifeless and empty,
Savagely from a love it is exscind.

Will I and my lost heart soon reunite,
Pumping blood at such a furious pace,
Feeding the roaring fire that did ignite,
And to help me, loneliness to erase.

A vow to love I shall willingly make,
Never again to follow foolish pride,
That can only cause another heartache.
It is but love that I want at my side.

At the Roulette Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

RouletteAt the Roulette Table in Monte Carlo, Edvard Munch (1892)

At the Roulette Table

For all, life is but a game of roulette
Every decision we make is a chance
Sometimes we’re hesitant to place a bet
Especially when it comes to romance

With every spin the outcome is unknown
Romance is always a game of what-if
Often the choice made by testosterone
That easily points to the nearest cliff

But what if we only stand by and watch
To smile gleefully at others’ great joy
Thinking of the chances, theirs we could match
Or the opposite, us, it could destroy

It’s now time to place our bet, red or black
Quick, once placed there will be no turning back

Hands Across the Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hands Across the Table

Hands Across the Table

Sitting together in their still corner
They feel on this earth they’re the only ones
Laughing so hard what the other has said
That now pausing to wipe away their tears

Life spins frantically around these two
But they dwell in their simple universe
Just sitting there calmly without a fear
With only thoughts of this very moment

As if cued, across the table hands met
A cherished moment, never to forget
The soft tingling that travels up and down
At the very moment they traded hearts

On the Waves of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

On the Waves of Love
On the Waves of Love, Edvard Munch (1896)

On the Waves of Love

With the yellow moon shining up above
Come into my waters my only love
Let my soft warmth surround you completely
Releasing your red desire discretely

Let me brush against you with every wave
To give you that comfort for which you crave
Let me rock you into a land of dreams
So you may be kissed by countless moonbeams

To you my energy I shall release
When I feel that your body is in peace
I will softly place you upon the shore
No other love shall you want evermore

Attraction I, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Attraction IAttraction I, Edvard Munch (1896)

Attraction I

In this world of twists and turns
Where tomorrow may not come
How it is there are many
Gladly challenging the Fates

Be a frivolous fancy
A wink of the eager eye
Two matches soon to ignite
Setting fire with unknown end

How they decide to decide
There is not a simple rule
Might be trial and error
Or just the aches of their hearts

A Passing Cloud, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Passing CloudA Passing Cloud, Arthur Hughes (c.1908)

A Passing Cloud

The silent summer breeze brought you to me
As if an answer to a private plea
So soft and gentle was our first embrace
Was no resistance as you took my heart
Dreaming my happiness would never part

A gray day came yet I asked that you stay
Why the need you must leave you did convey
Almost anger with your sound of thunder
At once your countless tears came raining down
And as quickly you left without a sound

Every day now I search the big blue sky
But it is I who every night do cry
Again pleading for your rapid return
For my longing life is now so hollow
And my tender heart is filled with sorrow

 

 

 

Evening Melancholy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Evening MelancholyEvening Melancholy, Edvard Munch (1896)

Evening Melancholy

You can feel what’s in my heart when we kiss
You know I watch ’til you blend with the night
You can tell that it is you that I’ll miss
But can you feel my ache when out of sight

It’s my demand to have you night and day
Absurd as it is, it’s the way I feel
For it is not true that you are my prey
But, yes it’s true your heart I wish to steal

So hungry, you have brought me to my knees
A famished want to wake and see you near
To have you in my sight I’ve made my pleas
But it’s mere moments that you can be here

I have been called insane. Yes, it is true.
But the reason why is because of you