BLANCA ALICIA GARZA - POEMS

Blanca Alicia Garza is from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Some of her poems are published in the Poetry Anthology, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's published work can be viewed at The Poet Community, Whispers in the Wind Blog, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.

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                                                 Fearless

When you found me 
I was lost in my own thoughts... 
drowning in my own tears, 
the silence was deafening... 
all I heard was the pieces of
my broken heart hitting the floor.
My soul was in darkness, 
much like a caterpillar in its cocoon...
trying to find a little bit of light to escape.
Your tender touch makes flowers grow
on every piece of my shattered soul... 
you taught the caterpillar that sometimes
pain and darkness is needed 
to turn into something beautiful...
something unique... and fearless to love.

 
                                       Tears in Rhythm


My time has come 
I was not ready 
But she does not forgive 
I'm here in this cold box
I wonder if I loved enough 
I can't feel the sun now 
and tear drops are falling 
watering thirsty soil 
I feel them crying 
but I cannot hear at all; 
silence is just deafening. 
I have blessed peace and 
tranquility within my heart. 
Although my soul aches 
for those I left behind, 
I can feel a strong rhythm,
it is a much loved Mariachi
playing my favorite songs?
I'm singing now, so loud!
Don't be sad my loves
I'm in a wonderful place 
tears and sadness are gone,
And when you miss me,
just close your eyes and 
put your hand on your chest
you will feel my presence.
You may not see me. but
for now, I rest within your heart.


                                              The Rose


Many Moons have passed without you,
creating an empty space within my heart.
Another night craving your presence; 
one more tear falls from my eyes.
The rose you left beside my bed is dying; 
and your beautiful face is fading from my mind.
I keep the rose in a book of unfinished poems; 
and though dried, shattered and breaking into pieces,
it's still beautiful, but I fear I'm breaking as well.



                                             Velvety Blue 



The simple thought of your 
hands running along my skin 
accelerates the rhythm of 
my heartbeat... my blood flows 
like a steamy volcanic eruption 
rising with unleashed desires. 
Sweet serenades of whispers 
and moans interrupting the 
silence of the night, making
even the Moon shyly hides 
behind the velvety blue clouds.



                                         Shake the Ashes


I want to touch you 
Not with my hands 
But with my words 
Soft, enter your mind 
Leave indelible prints 
there upon your heart 
a gifted rose while 
Shaking the ashes,
Erasing the time,
Healing the wounds 
of a former loveless life,
wipe the slate clean and 
make love to your thoughts.
Write you my best poem,
leave it tattooed upon your 
heart with permanent ink. 
Bare your soul completely,
Unleash passionate desires
Making you feel every letter;
sparks ignited upon your skin. 

(Initially published on Indiana Voice Journal)