free verse poetry

A Thousand Years

A Thousand Years

It happened on the thousandth year;
From the center core of all our tears
It stirred the darkness into light
Souls were born from the depths of night:
A raging struggle; just to hold on
Like grave many times before

With doubtful eyes he smiled at me –
But one cold night, he could not sleep;
My hope had touched his lips
Out of the dream he ran to me
But time had given up on him

That mundane morning:
Like the journey of a butterfly
I awoke, with no more tears in me
My darkness had surrendered

By the Sea;
By the Mountains;
By the winds in our dreams;
I was set free

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Thorns of Time (Part II)

Grace Widy

Thorns of Time (part II)  by Maria Fokas

I watched your words turn into stone.
              – First you left;
 And then, I said goodbye –

One by one, tomorrows disappear, like candles end.
             – Up in the sky, the clouds manifest in mystery,
 First love recalls the fear of oneness, inevitable paths to claim

Damn those walls, like mountaintops that never end.
             – Losing leaves a painful sting behind,
 A hovering shadow that clings on till we say farewell –

We write, and write, and then forget the reasons why.
             – A promise broken or misplaced, and then fades away,
The key is lost, and then is found, with no regrets to mend –

And still, I’m grateful for the things you gave me.
             – For the moon, for the stars; for the rest of time,
  And for the scent of love; you kissed my lips with freedom  –

First, you left;
             -Then, I let the candles burn till the night was gone.
That was the end; nothing was wrong –


Photo Credits: Grace Widy

The Thorns of Time

Martin Hanley Photography

The Thorns of Time by Maria Fokas

First, you left;
And then, I forgot.
             – I watched the days go by in silence
Without a sign of love; I waited –

I felt the thorns of time.
             – I wept for the miracles
Those we left behind –

Damn those walls we swore to break.
             – And all I ever wished for
To find the truth, in all the loves that slip away –

Stripped of dignity; the things I’ve done.
             – My heart has turned against the tide
The heart of time bestows all hope –

I am grateful for all the things you gave me.
             – For the moon, for the stars; for the rest of time
And for the song, you sang, before you said goodbye –

First, you left;
             -Then, I let my heart forget.
That was the way, of our infinite day –


 Photograph Credits: Martin Hanley


(Collaborative Poetry) 

©Antonio Mora. Where Dreams Will Take You

©Antonio Mora. Where Dreams Will Take You

In the days when poetry

was all we had

misery was sweet.

Yearning was hidden in her thoughts;

and in the tarrying of retreat.

His lips used proper words –

his whispers spoke of delicious scandals.

In the night, her longing simmered in her dreams.

And with the resting of her eyes,

she could hear his voice break through the cracks of time:


“A blindfold of forsaken moments lay bare and exposed. 

Twilight teasing – their tongues entwined – now whispers below,

With slender fingers that dance upon a stilted frame.

Nestling behind the hollow curve; the flowing fire is set aglow.

Taste the divine, as wave after wave, caresses the rocky shore –

Thrilling fibers breathe – time itself evaporates – upon that ancient rhyme.”


A soft kiss of forgotten fables and,

waves of fury crashed up against her breasts.

But, when night settled in again,

his oath wrapped her hope, in the palm of his hand.

And as she stretched out time, he trickled her pain,

in a tale of a future, which may never come:


“Outside my window, I see time hooded in uncertainty.

 I hear hope speak in broken whispers; He predicts an imminent calm!

The ashes of the storm would ride on the misty dawn.

Soon, the smell of hell will fade with the sun; and we’ll tell the tale of gone whirlwinds…caked blood and dead gods!

Ragged and panting like a spent bullet, I looked forward to a cease-fire;

 But she needed no recess – she wants me to keep firing!

She rode on yhe storm like a bomb wishing the tide won’t subside…

Out of the deep and limp, I lay in ashes of stewed passion;

And the wild princess waited for the Phoenix between my thighs to riae…again!”


By morning, she had returned home again.

Another sigh, before dawn, pinned her expectations down –

“Remember us . . . even for a day,” she heard herself say;

As Tennessee whispered:

“We have not long to love.”

And then – her lover turned her way, to claim her heart:

“. . . please let me stay, till there’s nothing more to say.”



© Maria Fokas, Jide Badmus, and  Martin Hanley, 2014/All Rights Reserved