Michele Marie Nester

Allentown, Pennsylvania

I do not find myself getting inspiration from loves lost or found, life experiments, or even the ongoing pursuit of finding happiness. My inspiration comes from every day words I read or hear. In my poetry I would like people to feel deeper emotions than of what they usually feel, and to envision the poem not just to read, then comment on it. A poem can be interpreted in many different forms and I think it is awful when people do not try to experience the words. "It is love that animates the poetry and sustains every word"

Gentle Rain
Elegantly cascading from her soft baby blue eyes,
While also enhancing the delicate features of her precious face
Are the ever present sorrow filled eyes gently raining.
Looming over an old Gothic coffin, while glimpsing into her future foretold in the hollow eyes of death,
Suddenly brought forth the harsh reality of utter remoteness.
Engulfing flames from a funeral pyre surrounding the lifeless beauty.
Firewood crackling in the nighttime air,
Smell the sweet ardour of love freshly departing,
Hence the body freshly demising.
Forever grasping death's ivory hand,
Declining to let go her lover's soft, tender hand.
Truly knowing their eyes meeting shall exist no more,
Truly knowing that embracing and caressing shall become no more.
Having to relinquish all dreams of love,
Leaves her this desolate fate of own which has been dealt.

Your Nighttide Era
Withering flower on my doorstep,
Tell me all your woes, for the dew on your petals are heavy.
Be not troubled that the sun has not been shining,
And be not dismayed by the night forever staying.
For knowing that I will take care, comfort, and caress you, my dear adored flower.
Shall exist as sunlight in your nighttide era.

Love Me
Softly spoken words,
Echoing through my heart.
Passionate kissing my wounds.
Soothingly eroding my thorns.
Loving as sure as the sun,
Lingering as sure as the moon,
Shall exist my feelings, always for you.
Suffering among experiences that can not be exchanged.
Knowing you are my Romeo,
Yet I, not your Juliet.