Poet Problems #1

The Future

The Future by Samantha Landon

It’s undecided,
so hazy,
so divided,
and dim for the lazy.

It lures the successful in,
and keeps the lovers of the past out,
as stable as a tin,
as delicate as a flower.

Twisted in delicate patterns like a spider’s web,
so many dead-ends,
often, it’s what we ponder on as we lay in our beds,
tiny knots and bends.

Changeable to those who will not accept defeat,
irreversible to those who surrender to the hands of destiny,
there are moments where our hearts will skip a beat,
and others where we will sink peacefully.

Bittersweet fate,
unsure and ever changing with every move we make,
filled with love and hate,
as we peer into the muddled future, we are enchanted and overtaken with fear.

La Douleur Exquise

La Douleur Exquise by Samantha Landon

It’s that burning pain when you give her the same look I give you,
It clenches on my heart, like iron bonds, and doesn’t let go.
I am happy for you,
But I don’t know if my heart will ever love again.

Her smile is bright and lights up the room,
Her hair is silky and flows gracefully in the wind,
She can turn a room merry, that was once gloom,
Her hands are clean, like an angel, she has not sinned as I have.

Is that why you love her?
I’m sorry I will never be good enough to make you happy,
But please know, no matter how much you love another,
I will always go those extra billion miles to make smile.

J’taime…

The Faerie Queen

The Faerie Queen by Samantha Landon (My poet pen-name)

Her silky ebony hair follows as she spins gracefully,
diamond clear tears stream from her honey brown eyes,
the twinkling faeries singing their hymns,
as soft snow falls from the white sky.

She dances to the sorrow of her mother’s passing,
the silver crown mounted upon her head,
and as tradition calls, the new queen is dancing,
the rubies embedded in her crown flash.

A traveler creeps forth, clad in furs and leather,
hidden behind a thicket of trees, he remains unseen to the faeries and their queen,
his face is worn and his hair as white as the weather,
but his eyes are not old enough to not see the translucent sheen of the dancing faerie’s wings.

He watches in awe as the queen’s sapphire gown billows as she dances,
her creamy white limbs spread out as she prances sorrowfully and he is reminded of an elegant swan,
the faeries sing their mournful song in a language unknown,
slowly, the traveler shifts on his feet and when the queen turns at the sound of a snapping twig, his heart skips a beat.

And for a split second, their eyes meet.

Autumn Day

Autumn Day by me

Crisp autumn wind, you send a shiver down my spine.
Surrounded by emerald pines and golden leaves and mint, I sit in a dry creek.
A pine needle covered land,
Chilly hands.
The soft, glowing sun lays just before it interrupts the sky and earth’s touch.
Feel the crunch of the leaves under foot?

This is the last sunset of autumn.