Blanca Alicia Garza Poetry
Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.
Destiny
She is clothed with an inner strength
and laughs without fear of the future.
eye shine, ignites sparks in my heart.
she judges none, and walks with grace.
Her dreams are in a technicolor palette
and lights her way through the darkness.
She adores dancing in the pouring rain
Blowing dandelions in summer breezes
Talks to the moon about her eternal love
She smiles as squirrels dance in trees,
loves spending time watching kids play.
Her dream was to be a great writer, but
falling in love with a poet was her destiny.
(Initially published on The Song Is)
Tattooed Touch
Two poets who fell in love...
writing letters on
each others skin
using fingerprints
and lip caresses
Leaving them printed
like tattoos that
will remain forever
and spending the
nights reading them
like marvelous
great sonnets
and love stories
printed in braille.
(Published in Dandelion In A Vase of Roses Anthology)
Path to the Heart
Write me a sweet poem.
Kiss me softly with sweet
butterfly kisses on my skin.
Guiding them gently upon
my entire thirsty body.
Make me forget the pain
in this world and even my
own name for a little while.
And let me recite yours
through the sweetest of
whispers and throes of
passion. Let me sing softly
into your ear Igniting the fire
and with the tips of your fingers
discover even my most deepest
desires. Find that path that
leads directly to my heart.
Make me forever yours.
Red Closeted Dream
Cold and empty walls
Silence that tears the soul
Memories moistening the eyes
Promises the wind took away
An unworn red dress
left forgotten in a closet
A white rose symbolizing
eternal love stored in the
dusty drawer of oblivion.
Dimming the Lights
Cowboy boots
Flannel shirts
Blue jeans
Country music
Singing along
To their favorite songs
Having a good time
Until the sound of evil
interrupted the night
Confusion and fear
Reflected in their faces
People on the floor
Protecting their precious lives
Tears and prayers in silence
Angel feathers spreading
Across the pavement
Shattering the dreams of
So many young innocent souls
Only love and compassion
can chase darkness
back into the abyss
Only love, peace and hope
Can restore this broken humanity.
Stirring Memories
Drinking tears running
Down my cheeks
Drowning haunting thoughts
In my cup of coffee
Bittersweet memories
Going round and round
In my restless mind
Putting salt in
My still open wounds
Stirring your lies
Covered in sugar
Picking the crumbs of
Unrequited love.
Free of the Shadows
Caress my skin with
the softness of the
feather of a Raven...
make love to my inner
demons, let them know
you've come to stay,
that you aren't afraid
of the storm and darkness
inside my heart.
Teach me to believe again
to give my heart without fear,
take my hand and set
me free of the shadows,
stay here with me...
always and forever.
(Initially published on Indiana Voice Journal)
Upon a Breeze
She carries her umbrella,
but only for a bright Sun;
Loving the falling rain as
it gently kisses her face.
Dancing to a heart song;
a sweet embracing hug.
My bit of heaven inhaled,
she courts a lovely style.
Tune my soul with sonnets,
rhymes of sweet melodies.
A gentle and angelic touch,
with me now, upon a breeze.
(First published in "Where Are You From?" Anthology)
Shivering
Haunting memories
Of broken promises
A wall full of
Framed sorrows
A heart broken
Like a crushed leaf
A promise of
Eternal love that
Vanishes like water
Through the fingers
Cold stinging tears
Freezing my empty heart.
I bared my being
And you left me shivering
Somber clouds once more
Overshadowing my sky,
But remember that was me,
The one who loves storms.
(Initially published on The Poet Community)
Inamorata
I want to be the rain
cascading down
all over your body
cleansing you
refreshing you
loving your beauty
your scars
caressing your very soul
kissing your thirsty lips
like the morning dew
does to the rose
I want to be the sun
peeking through your window
waking you up
with a tender touch
warming every pore
of your soft skin
I want to be the moon
to see you every night
Illuminating your path
your darkest nights
to whom you tell
your secrets
your sorrows
and deeper desires
I want to be
the reason of your smile
your first morning thought
the best of your poems
a never ending story
an everlasting love.
(Initially published on Raven Cage Ezine)
Summer Night
Sleepless on a warm
Summer night in August
wondering if your
hands can touch me
like your words did,
if with every touch,
every whisper, every
caress you could
feed my starving soul.
The thought of your
fingers running through
my skin awakens the
wild woman inside of me,
blowing my imagination
and making my heart
beat fast, but it's
just a thought, maybe
just a beautiful dream
on a warm Summer night...
when I look beside me
I just see an empty space,
and that shreds my heart.
Find Me V2
If one day you look for me
and you can't find me anymore,
look into the poems that I
wrote to you, you'll find me there.
Close your eyes and feel me,
as I left a piece of my soul
in every letter, in every word.
Look for me in a Dandelion
In a rainy day
In a pristine white rose
In a cloudy sky
In our beautiful full moon
In a thunderstorm
In our favorite song
In a crimson red dress
Find me in your dreams
Feel me in your coldest night
I will look for you
In a lonely night
In the core of my soul
In a golden star
In our favorite song
In the sound of the rain
In every tear I shed,
one by one until
there is no more,
no more you, no more I,
no more us.
I will go quietly without
interrupting your silence
If one day you remember me
and you can not find me
do not look for me anymore
this time I left to never return.
Perhaps our love will
fade like the words in
my old book of poems
I will always treasure
our loving memories in
the shattered petals of
a pristine white rose.
(Initially published on Indiana Voice Journal)
Close
Although you are so
far away from me,
you are close
inside my heart.
The most beautiful
caresses are not
just the ones that
touch the skin,
but are also the ones
that touch the soul
without being beside
one another.
(Initially published on Raven Cage Ezine)
Miss Me at Sunset
When I'm forever gone,
bury me between the lyrics
of your most beautiful poem
so I'll never be forgotten.
When I'm forever gone,
seek my essence among
the petals of the white rose,
or with the smell of freshly
brewed morning coffee.
When I'm forever gone,
Seek my voice in a sweet
songbirds sonnet, or with
sounds of calm raindrops
upon an old tin roof.
When I'm forever gone,
scatter my ashes in winds
like seeds of a Dandelion.
For once I'm forever gone,
miss me at every sunset and
feel my touch at every dawn.
A Lonely Night
Looking at the moon
through my window,
it's dark, but she shines
like never before.
A glass of wine in my hand,
but the other is empty,
empty as my heart without him.
Through the moon
I sent him my love,
through the breeze
a sweet and tender kiss.
Despite the distance
we are looking at
the same moon,
like two hearts
beating in one soul.
El Poeta
He has the Moon reflected,
in the deepest of blue eyes,
like the beautiful ocean.
A calming after a tempest
a rage flows within the heart.
He bleeds poetry with every letter
With every word he leaves pieces
of his shattered lonely heart
On the parchment, he turns
his sorrows into loving verses.
And loving verses into my
El Poeta's sweet dreams.
(First published in "Where Are You From?" Anthology)
Starved Soul
Take my skin and use
it as an empty canvas;
write beautiful poetry
upon my starved soul.
Keep my spirit wrapped
safely in your golden light;
your love is like a raging
river within my heart.
(First published in "Apple Fruits of an Old Oak" Anthology)
White Roses
A white rose and
hear "I Love You"
from your lips
was all I wanted
The "I Love You"
got stuck in your pride
The White rose
waits in a notebook
of unfinished poems
A love left hidden
in the shadows
A love left to starve
to death
Perhaps love has given me
more thorns than roses;
but it was my choice to
turn them into the most
beautiful pristine bed
of white roses.
Illuminated Reflections
Another day gone by
The Moon rises
upon the velvet sky
Thoughts of you come
and go like waves
Making storms rise
beneath my skin
My blood flows like lava
through my veins
My heart races, my nerves
thrill to your touch
The warm gentle breeze
caressing my hair
As I hear your name gently
whispered upon the wind
I was trying to write you a poem
but I thought I saw your face
in my old tattered notebook
But it is was only the illuminated
reflection of the Full Moon.
It's early morning now and I'm
still awake desiring your presence
as my lonely heart weeps in silence.
(Initially published on Indiana Voice Journal)
Satin Red and Strawberry Daiquiri
There is ink
upon his skin.
A sweet poem wrapped
in flesh and bones.
Sin dressed in black,
lips of strawberry daiquiri.
Sweet temptation that
I would love to read
with my fingertips,
between every line,
between every word
until the last chapter.
Learning the entire story
that hides there
behind his beautiful
deep blue eyes.
To write the beginning
of a new story among
satin red sheets.
Block Me Not
Pieces of my notebook paper
lie scattered on the floor
Trying to write a poem but
nothing comes to my mind
The words in my head go in
circles without making sense
This time the writer's block
doesn't want to leave
I went to the kitchen
to brew some nice hot coffee
It's 3 a.m. and I'm still
totally and completely awake
My only companion, my
annoying cat sitting on my lap
I turned on the television,
but nothing was there either
Just those constant brain-
washers and bad news
Back again to my notebook
armed with my pen in hand
Ready to leave a piece of my
heart and soul in every word
The battle goes on and this
writer's block will not win.
(Initially published on The Poet Community)
Whispering Stars
As the Moon rises and
illuminates the evening sky
it awakens desires of
love from so very far away.
A soulful shooting star
ignites the night while my
heart beats on, I silently cry.
I saw the stellar sight
tonight and I made a wish
I wished for the day that
I will see your beautiful face
hold your hand and
feel your tender kiss.
Perhaps the distance
may separate our bodies
but our love rises together
as two souls in love.
Sweet Venom
Your poisonous love
has entered deeply
through my veins
and buries me alive.
I can not breathe and
feels like a demon
is sitting on my chest.
My remains are just
cold flesh and bones
heartlessly beaten
and cold as a stone.
But I would rather die
a thousand times than
stop savoring your
sweet, warm venom.
Blush
If my hands could touch your body
like my words have
touched your heart,
I could write a love poem
while running my fingers
through your soul.
The most beautiful poems
are not written on paper but,
rather traced upon the
contours of the skin,
and read through whispers
and moans making even the
Moon blush.
like my words have
touched your heart,
I could write a love poem
while running my fingers
through your soul.
The most beautiful poems
are not written on paper but,
rather traced upon the
contours of the skin,
and read through whispers
and moans making even the
Moon blush.
(First Published in "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" Anthology.)
You can also find Alicia's poetry at Dandelion In A Vase Of Roses on Amazon.
My Voice
My world teeters
but I will not fall
I'm standing here
tall and proud
No matter what
life throws at me
I'm making my own path
with the stones
that I stumble on
Will not follow the crowd
My dreams could be
scattered by the wind
like pieces of a dandelion
But if I can touch a heart
with my words, if I can
make someone think
twice before they act,
then my work wasn't in vain.
Although I cannot see
the rest of the way,
I keep going, always forward,
stepping strongly, raising dust.
Leaving my mark along the path
Always with my head up
never looking down
Getting up if I fall.
Sowing kindness and love
for if someday I have
to take a step back
I'll never give up
Holding my dream tight,
It won't matter if I
make my hands bleed
My writing is my voice
and it will remain
when I'm gone.
Your work is lovely
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