"The Water's Edge"

I walk out to the water's edge
Reflecting on you.
As the sunlight's warmth hits me.
But, of everything around me,
I almost don't have a clue.

Oblivious to all around me
As I ponder on everything-
On who you are,
And on what you've said-
To understand some things.

And as I look out on the water
That reflects the sunlight at day,
I decide that I accept everything about you
Including your views in life
That you'd told me, today.

And I now smile at the water's edge
Because for the first time, I see
That I can be at peace
Because of you
And of what you'd said to me.

Author:  April Morone ('Annika Doe')
Date, written:  June 25th, 2012


"The Water's Edge: Timothy’s Version"
This poem I wrote to show as though from Tim's perspective (Tim is a friend of mine who has said and shown that he used to go to the water's edge top reflect, as well, and he had told me about what he often ponders).  I wanted to write this poem from this perspective, as well, because I never could yet put down his thoughts and ponderings into words about what he's told me that he ponders, until now.  And the title of my previous poem, "The Water's Edge" that I'd just written, tonight, before this poem seemed to be the perfect title for this poem, as well.  So, I decided to actually use that same title for this poem, as well, since it is so fitting of title for this poem, as well, and to then extend that title name to show from whose perspective this poem is, and to show that this particular time, this poem is from his perspective.  Anyway, that poem is below:

"The Water's Edge: Timothy's Version"

I look out over water's edge
And today, I see,
Reflected in its surface,
All my hopes and dreams
That never happened, yet, to me.

I think upon those youthful days
And of those years wasted and lost,
And I think to myself as I stare out,
That I might also have missed out on love,
And I ponder the wasted years' cost.

I now notice the sun has set,
But I've no desire to head back in.
Not ready to face the world, yet, tonight,
Much too sad and worn.
So, tonight, the water's edge will be my haven.

I sit, quietly, taking it in
Of the silence and peace of night,
And of the sight of the moonlight
As it reflects on the water,
Which calms me, tonight.

Author:  April Morone
Date, written:  June 25th, 2012
Contributor:  Timothy (whose last name, I will keep confidential as requested by Timothy)

"Love's Requiem"

"Love's Requiem" (my poem)


I die each time
That I see your face
And your silhouette
As your apparition leaves me
Down the steps in grace.

My breath gets caught
As I stare at you,
And so I follow
Because that is all I can do
Whenever I see you.

Out into the dead of night,
Down these steps, I flee,
As I look around for you.
But you've gone away, and so,
I search, fervently.

Where are you?
Where did you go?
Come to me, again, my love,
And stay.
You make me happier than you know.

I see you everywhere,
As though
You also can't let go.
Please show up, once more, for me.
Don't leave me in woe.

It feels as though I die
Each time I see you near-
Your beauty mesmerising, still-
And I die even more, it seems,
When you aren't here.

So, I wait for you, Darling,
I wait for you, here.


Author:  April Morone
Date, written:  June 7th, 2012
Revision date:  June 19th, 2012

*This is written as though from a man's perspective for the woman he's lost in a tragic accident that left her dead, yet he cannot see that she truly is gone.  In his mind, she is not yet completely gone, he loves her that much.  And so, he is tormented by her apparition out of his love for her that he still has-that of what is said to be "Love's Requiem," or love's chant/rhythm/beat-that is said to never fully go away.  I envisioned this when hearing a song by the band "Trading Yesterday," titled "Love Song Requiem."  The title I chose, I chose because it was too fitting to the storyline that popped into my head while I'd been listening to that song as I'd been drifting off into sleep.  The title I chose is, I realise, a bit too close to the band's song title.  But, nothing else seemed fitting, enough, to the storyline of the story I saw of imagination when I'd heard that song.  Anyhow, when seeing this storyline in my mind as I'd heard that song, I saw in my imagination, Victorian era time frame and period clothing, etc., and a backyard being of extravagant design, with rose bushes and wonderful prim and proper rose bushes, and these elegant steps that seem to go down, a bit, to get to the yard.  the house a top the steps, magnificent in its own right, and the apparition of the gentleman's wife who'd passed away, going down the steps when eerily haunting him in/caused by his imagination and love for her that he still has.  And I envisioned him going down those elegant steps, past the elegant rose bushes in search of her, at night time, but to no avail, as she slips out of sight. But, because I am probably not so good at storytelling, I resolve to telling it all in a poem and then in a description adjacent to the poem about the story I imagined.

"The Love Letter"

"The Love Letter"


Every time I see you,
I know I want to share my life with you.
Just to be in your presence
Is a gift by you.

It feels as though it is my duty
To be here for you
To help lift you up,
And to be by you.

It feels as if we are draw, together,
And I'm in pain when we are apart.
I am captivated by you,
And I capture your beauty in my works of art.

Please consider being with me.
Please ease my pain and suffering.
Say yes that we can be together, my love,
For you are my everything.


Author: April Morone
Date, written: January 8th, 2012


*This poem is not yet in my poetry book, but it soon will be added to it.

"Need You"

*Per the suggestion of a very good friend, I decided to write a poem to get through something I've been going through, of late. And so, I wrote the following poem to help get through that something I've been going through. Below is that poem:



"Need You"

When all is said and done,
I need you
To help lift me up.
I need you.

When all else fails,
I need you
Cus I cannot keep up.
I need you.

When life is simply too difficult,
I need you
Here by my side.
I need you.

When I've even lost the will to live,
I need you
Even more to help me through.
I need you.

[And] when words fail me to reach out for help,
[That's when] I need you,
The most.
[God, please,] I need you.


Author: April Morone
Date, written: Nov. 22nd, 2011

"Need to Have You"

*This is a poem based on a want by me that I'd had about that I'd dreamt in wanting of another person to give to me of himself. I wanted him, mentally, as well as otherwise, for mentally enjoy him. He wanted sex with someone. So, I wanted sex with him to learn and enjoy him, more (as well as to enjoy the sex, itself. I am alive, after all. Lol). We never did have sex in real life, though, and remain friends. But, if one day he should ever want to do so, cus I care about him, I would if we ever would became more than friends. Anyway, I am NOT sharing this poem with him. Lol. It is a bit strong in its suggestion. So, I won't show it to him. Anyway, this poem is below:


"Need to Have You"

Take me, hon.
Lay me down and touch me.
Show me more of your need
That's so obvious to me
By giving me sex, please.

Please me, hon.
Make me shiver at your touch.
At your movements,
Your kisses,
And at your sounds you make
In orgasm and pleasure.
Turn me on, until
It is all too much.


Embrace me, hon.
Surround me with you.
Want to hear it,
See it,
And feel it
Of all that you do
When you are in the moment.
To learn you,
Know you,
have you,
And to be a part of
What can bring pleasure
For you.

Send me, hon.
I want to go with you
To that place so sweet, that,
in pleasure, you go to.

Let me, hon.
Please hear my pleads.
Take sex as you want,
Of sex that you need.
Give in for us, both,
To satiate our needs.


Author: April Morone
Date, written: Oct. 20th, 2011

"Grateful for You"

This poem isn't yet published (that I know of. I cannot remember if I'd added it within my revised poetry book or not, that can be found on Smashwords.com). This poem is about how I am grateful for the person who is my boyfriend.

"Grateful for You"


Your smile as you look at me.
So beautiful.
In your arms
Is where I want to be

Your laugh, a sound so sweet.
I want to see
More of it,
Each time we meet.

You ignite a will in me
To keep going
When things are tough
By your positive personality.

It all keeps me wanting to
Soak up moments
God grants me
With you.

Glad we are side-by-side
There for each other
Partners and friends, both,
Tonight, and for life.


Author: April Morone
Date, written: Dec. 10th, 2011

"Goddess"

Being as I am bisexual, I know what it can be like for a woman to wake up next to her female partner. But, I'd wondered what it might be like for a heterosexual man to wake up next to his love of his life. So, I wrote this poem, below, to try to capture it, well, of what it might be like for a man.

"Goddess"


I look at you
Laying next to me,
And I take in the beauty
Of you
As you silently sleep.

Your silken skin
And thin body
Is God's gift to man.
And as my eyes roam over you
I'm moved by you, completely.

I want to touch you
And to have you,
But I resist to let you sleep,
Keeping my urges at bay
Of taking in all of you.

A Goddess, I see,
Laying next to me,
As I stare down, over you.
This sight, so intoxicating.
I thank God for giving you to me.


Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: August 24th, 2011