Never to Return, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Never to Return

Waiting impatiently for her to come
She’s given promise to return my soul
In life I shall never again be numb
Without it my life is an empty hole

She had an intangible she could give
A wanton pleasure that I could behold
Only to find for me it’s addictive
There is much truth in what I had been told

Once given there will be no turning back
After passing through the turnstile of lust
Soon to discover there’s something you lack
The sense of being has now turned to dust

Obvious now she will never return
And I who for eternity will burn

Color’s of My Life, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Colors of My LifeIdealized Portrait of a Lady, Sandro Botticelli (1479)

Colors of My Life

Not long ago my canvas was naked
Only to be painted with matted black
Pigment making it extremely crowded
Obvious that there’s something that I lack

There needed to be color in my life
But what colors on my life’s pallet be
To neutralize the sorrow causing rife
Which blackens every rainbow that I see

Then came the day I saw colors needed
To finish the task would take but a few
But without question they must be vivid
And to my deep feelings they must be true

Green for color in her heavenly eyes
Soft red for her supple kissable lips
Gold for her silk hair shinning at sunrise
The rest can wait until after we kiss