P.S. I Love You Poems of P.S. Colley

  Draped in agile red with a black, fragile head, she lights upon my breeze tattered shirt. Her gay spots sing beneath teeny tiny wings, as she scrambly-ambles for all she is worth. First, she arrives, then others strive to join her, until a single mingling of a clump they have gathered. What do they imagine? What do they plainly see? Some design of lines floating upon a flannelled pattern of a sun-warmed and sunnier me? I guess if I best attract a more amorous universe, then why not also a cheerfully clad ladybug? They say they possess a spirit abundantly generous that delivers a gift of most fortunate daily luck. So come and cover me, shy ladybugs, in your shadow. Rest your wings and bring finer things into my morrow. Ladybug, ladybug , may you rest best upon my throbbing heart's-tired breast as strength streams through me from some gentle ray, into the warmth of another day and together fly skies of fleeting sorrow above into a brighter sunset of the most hi...

  Tough two weeks when the madness came a calling. Tough two days when it walked right through my door. Tough two hours when the sadness left me bawling,        until I dried up and  could cry help no more.  Tough two minutes when fear stalked my inner being. Tough two seconds when I begged some mercy prayer. Tough lives touch others when the rough gets even rougher until the nothing becomes  something from somewhere.                     ~P. S. Colley~                     c. 2025

  Sorrow's Prayer Two strangers within stalk and vie, once again, For another chance to boldly dance across my mind. They hear no music, they laugh no laughter. They have forgotten, promises begotten hereafter. They have played away a play of days that ticked away the clock of a more precious time. One whispers hurt, "Please hear my unspoken silence." One screams proud, aloud from a cold unheard. One pleads for mercy from betrayal's cruel unkindness. One cries, eyes blinded by each piercing, heartless word. One cannot deny the frozen stare of either. One cannot reply, "I dare chose not the fighter." One who fights, fights as captive of a dreamer, Dreamt by another, to smother what goes unseen. Gone, all hope of some sane and peaceful solution. Gone, all hope of any amicable resolution. Gone, all hope of soul's united, raging empty into night. Gone, all hope of one within them.......two loves simply die. For neither extends the hand of joyful a...

                                Flickering maniacally in its                                     maddening stillest silence, Night drags its sack of drowsy dreams  into morning's wakeup regret. Yet, barely alive, ventures out,  (despite the dread of deepest doubt), and subtly attempts a starving  moment's lack of any  soulful, hearing peer.      Ingratiates itself to be                           beholden to a more tender,  more merciful ear.   For regret is born of darkness                    softly snowing down  into mounds               ...

 Times of Us Glowing glances, evading our pleasure,                   scatter, then secretly adorn, Some might perchance invite, entrance. Times of us renewed, reborn. Did I ever say, "I want you",   or did I only call you "my friend"? Want is too willful, too skillful a merciless master When fate awaits at want's wild, wishful end. Simple smiles traded, coveting our treasure, flatter, then wishfully are worn, Yet for a while, measure miles. Times of us, renewed, reborn. Did I ever say, "I need you", or did I only call you "my friend?" Need is too strong, too long an unfilled yearning When fate awaits at need's neglectful end. Mere memories, fading into yesterday's weather, tattered, then heartache torn, Yet of these, some taunt and tease. Times of us, renewed reborn. Did I ever say, "I love you" or did I only call you "my friend"? Love is too deep, too steep a shadowed precipice When fate aw...