"Out From You" poem

I’d had a dream of my close friend, Tim, and of Anna, Christy, and me (we’d all been together, hanging out, in the dream).  And in that dream, Christy and I were both artists.  Christy was a heck of a lot better than me.  And Tim had been critiquing both of our artwork for us, both.  And he’d come across this one piece that she’d done that was wonderful that I admired, as well.  And in that dream, that one piece depicted the universe, and a pair of hands holding a heart that had emotional energy depicted as coming free from the heart to represent emotions being freed from someone.  And he’d been critiquing that piece.  And as I was looking at the painted picture in that dream, I’d wished for him that he could free his emotions, and just be, completely.  So, I’d written this poem as though writing to him, directly (that was even before I’d decided to actually show him this poem because I was not sure how he might take or handle this piece having been written).  I’d written this as though wishing to speak to him of that dream and my wish to help him be freed.  I’d had to write it to get it out of my system.  Anyway, here is that poem:

“Out From You”

I look at the artwork
That you critique;
See the art piece that you like
That says so much to me.
That art piece that shows
The Universe
With hands holding a heart
That by time is transversed
That shows feelings from it, set free
As free-flowing energy.
And it makes me think, achingly,
Of if there is a way to set your feelings free
As free as those shown set free
In that art piece.
And it has me wishing I could be the person
To help allow this to be.
I’d like to unlock those feelings
Held so tightly, within
So that you could live, happily,
Once, again,
Instead of in pain, behind a wall
Where you don’t let anyone else in.
I dream of this for you.
But, I don’t know how to break through that wall-
How to open your heart.
Maybe there isn’t a way, at all.
This, I think, as I stare at that painting,
And inwardly cry for you
As you stand, there, next to me
Critiquing that painting with me, too,
In my dream of you.

Author:  April Morone
Date, written:  Sept. 15th, 2012

"Out From You"

I'd had a dream of a friend about whom I care. And in that dream, he and I had been critiquing a painting that showed about feelings being released into the universe from the mental heart/mind. And in that dream, it had made me wish how I could help him free his feelings and himself. Below is my poem about that wish I'd had in that actual dream I'd had, the other night.  The "Out From You" title is as though of a wish to say directly to him of what I could never to say him, after all, though, that I wish I could unlock his feelings out of him, as well as to unlock him and for him.  This poem, I will add to my second book I am in the process of writing.



"Out From You"

I look at the artwork
That you critique;
See the art piece that you like
That says so much to me.
That art piece that shows
The Universe
With hands holding a heart
That by time is transversed
That shows feelings from it, set free
As free-flowing energy.
And it makes me think, achingly,
Of if there is a way to set your feelings free
As free as those shown set free
In that art piece.
And it has me wishing I could be the person
To help allow this to be.
I'd like to unlock those feelings
Held so tightly, within
So that you could live, happily,
Once, again,
Instead of in pain, behind a wall
Where you don't let anyone else in.
I dream of this for you.
But, I don' know how to break through that wall-
How to open your heart.
Maybe there isn't a way, at all.
This, I think, as I stare at that painting,
And inwardly cry for you
As you stand, there, next to me
Critiquing that painting with me, too,
In my dream of you.


Author:  April Morone
Date, written:  Sept. 15th, 2012

My alternative version of my poem, "Don't Give Up"

This poem is the alternative poem of the poem I'd written, earlier, tonight, of the same title, "Don't Give Up."  I cannot decide between the two on which poem is better.  Both were written as encouragement to those who are going through difficult times.  But, one is about helping one through suicidal feelings, and mentions that, too.  The other is less descriptive about suicide, with only subtle hints about that the other person is going through that difficult of times that I am aksing that person to let me help them through.  Sometiems, people want more subtly in the subjects or messages they read.  Sometimes, others need the stronger message  and situation mentioned of the messages and things they read of subjects in whatever they read.  This is why I think both poems are equally important of encouragement types of poems-because one is a little more subtle than the other one, but the other poem is stornger about the subject of suicide when mentioning that the other person is really going through some tough stuff.  But, some might need or want that type of message that shows what is actually going on when something like suicide of the other person is happening.  So, I don't know which is the better, and I think both are equally important.  but, I couldn't think of different titles for them, both.  So,l both share the same title, "Don't Give Up."



"Don't Give Up" (alternative poem to the original poem of same title)

Time falls away
And it seems like you contemplate
Leaving this world, soon.
To see you gone, I'd hate.

So, please hold on.
Please stay here in this life.
Let me be here for you.
Let me help you through your strife.

Please don't give up.
Please don't give in
To that urge to end your life.
Together, we can get through the suicidal feelings.

This is your poem
For you, that I write
To comfort you to let you know
That someone is here for you, tonight.

So, please take comfort in this.
And please hold on, tight,
To these words of caring
And know that things can be alright.

Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 19th, 2012

"Don't Give Up" poem

"Don't Give Up"


There are times
When it seems like everything
Can pile up
And seems oppressing

And it can seem as though
Bad things often happen,
And you just want it all to stop
To be okay, again.

Let it go.
Let your troubles go away.
Turn to me, if you need to.
It's our heart that matters, always.

Life has twists and turns
That take us through good and bad things.
But if we're here for each other,
It can make it better through everything.

So let the good things in.
Hold onto these precious moments.
Cherish the good times
That seem God-sent.

Just don't give up.
Hold onto the positive things
And onto friends.

Together, we’ll make it through everything.



Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 19th, 2012

My Second Poetry Book, "From The Heart: Poems (Volume II)"

Now, I will start to write poems, herein, that I will be adding to my second poem book.  Please do comment on them for any critiques, suggestions, or advise that you might have for how these poems might be better or different.  I would sincerely appreciate it.
April Morone

"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.