"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

"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

"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

"Need To Have You" (Revised title from its previous title of "Need You")

*This is a poem based what I want from any person who is a close friend if I like the person enough to want more than just friendship. It shows what I want, how I want, and why I want it all from the person. This poem has not yet been added to my poetry book. But, I am plannng on revising my poetry bo, yet, again, to add it, at some point. Anyway, read on....


"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 (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: Oct. 20th, 2011

"Dance Of Love" (Revised version of my original poem that is in my published book of poems)

Here is a sample of my book, titled "From The Heart," subtitled "Poems," but this version is revised as of July 14th, 2010.

"Dance of Love"

We are separate.
We are one.
Blended in motion.
Turning,Weaving,
In a dance that isn't done.

Moving left,
Then swaying right.
Connected to each other.
Touching; tight.

Then we move apart
In this timeless, beautiful art,
Saying with dance
What we cannot find in words.
Expressing our love
To endless musical chords.

We yearn for each other,
Showing we care.
This dance brings us tears
Because we know what is there.

Stepping into each other,
We all but kiss,
Then step away
To show that each other, we miss.

The pull of our love
Shown with each inward step,
then we sweep away from each other,
Twirling few feet away
To show our longing for each other
being kept away.

The ache that we feel,
When together and apart,
is shone by the movements we make
And expressions of this form of art.

Ballet says what we cannot-
Shows what we dare to speak,
Expressing so eloquently,
What we forever sought to say,
Showing our emotions, elegantly,
[As if to say,]

"I love you and you love me,
And forever, we'll try to be.
But we are torn, at times, apart,
Aching for each other
In our hearts."

It cannot work
Of our love, you see,
because we were too sensitive-
I'd hurt you and you'd hurt me.

But we will, forever, want to be
Because we are soul mates, meant to be.
And so we try, endlessly.
To be together, happily.

Our dance finally comes to an end.
And we step away, sadly,
Realising that we cannot continue,
Despite how we tried so fervently.

And we cry and yearn,
Aching deep in our hearts
Hurting, inside,
For our love that still burns.

Author: April Morone (a.k.a. 'Annika Doe. My pen name is my real name of 'April Morone')
Date, revised: July 14th, 2011

"You and Me"

This poem I've written is about friendship and what it means between a best friend and me. This poem is below:


"You and Me"


I lay your head upon my shoulder
And speak softly to you,
Comforting you as I do so,
And listening to you,
Crying, inside, as I do.

I feel your hurt and pain,
And I see the hurt she does to you.
You cry, silently against me,
Lost in your despair and depression,
And ask what to do.

I say that I don't know.
And cry, myself, about this,
Not letting it show in my voice,
So to sound comforting and strong,
Thankful your back is facing me, during this.

I feel helpless to help you
Through it all.
And don't know what I can do.
I look at you to make sure you're alright,
And that you don't still feel like you might fall ([to suicide]).

You get up and go light a cigarette.
I silently thank God
For all he's done to help you through.
Feeling worn, I go rest.
You come sit next to me and prod.

So, I tell you that I'm fine
Because I worry you might not handle others' worries, too.
I see you smile, put your hand on my shoulder,
Then, nod and get up to put a movie on.
And we laugh at the funny parts of it, just me and you.

At times, you are there for me-
You'd held me as I'd cried,
Helped me through tough times,
And helped me when no one else could,
No matter how hard they'd tried.

I think back on that,
As I hear you laughing.
And I can't help but smile-
Smile about this, plus at hearing you happy.
Our friendship has the process of graphing-

Of making us more whole, again-
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
I decide,
As we watch the movie, and laugh at the funny parts of it,
Silently thankful for each other, this day.


Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 2nd, 2011