Marivel Poetry
Published on: May 23, 2010, at 09:13
Christina & Basel
By Marivel Guzma
A Love Meant to Last
The beginning of your love story came
the moment you realized
you were meant for one another.
We are born and travel through life
searching for happiness,
and, for the love of God, we try—
never quite knowing what is missing
until we find the soul
that makes our own feel complete.
Then one day,
your eyes crossed the space between you
and found another pair of eyes—
playful, warm, and strangely familiar.
From that moment,
the days began to feel a little longer
while waiting for the next encounter,
the next conversation,
the next chance to be together.
And little by little,
what once seemed simple and ordinary
took on a sweeter meaning,
because love had quietly begun
to grow inside both of you.
Perhaps Allah had been preparing you
long before you ever met—
shaping your separate journeys,
teaching you through joy and hardship,
until the time was right
for your two paths to become one.
Now your story continues to unfold
with every new day,
not simply as two people who fell in love,
but as two souls choosing
to walk through life together.
As Christina’s mother,
there is no greater happiness
than seeing my daughter find a love
that I pray will endure through every season
and last for an eternity.
My wish for you, Christina and Basel,
is health and success,
but above all,
a life well lived—
a life filled with understanding,
patience and laughter,
with harmony in your home,
faith in your hearts,
and a love that grows deeper
with every year you share.
May Allah bless your marriage,
protect the life you build together,
and keep your hearts always turned
toward one another.
With all my love,
Mom
September 26, 2026
Marivel R Guzman © 2026
THE WORD
First was the Word!
That Master Creator,
The original thought,
The Artist, the Craftsman
The Voices…. The Inside!
The Inner creator!
The Word! is the source;
Of all inspirations,..
The Word is creation?,
The Word is the Source!
The Magic sculptor of thoughts…and Ideas!
The craft maker of poems,
The inventor of thoughts
The Source that you feel
We all call it Love…
The magical power
That we all have inside,
The spiritual Force that uplift us…
And keep us from falling….
Invisible,
but strong as an Oak
The Word is Spirit!……. A Ghost?
The Word is the magical scepter
That guide us, and feed us
spiritual force invincible
Indivisible….. God!..Is The Word!
Marivel R Guzman © 2010
By: Marivel Guzman
Sunset, Ecstasy!
I love my sunsets..It’s cold breeze,
It’s soft light..It’s soft touch,
Penetrating! Biting! Tasting! my skin.
I Love my sunsets……….It’s rays
It’s softness, Fondness!
As enamored lover,
with rush but tender
and affectionate love
I love my sunsets,
The waves of the ocean,
its sparkling light…..
Vibrating….as music!
Like angels in heaven
quietly! Whispering
a soft lullaby.
I love my sunsets,
Rocking my dreams, exalting
My senses in pure Ecstasy!
Dreaming with Peace
Dreaming with love
Transporting me,
To another dimension.
Another world!..
Away from here,
Another Space!..
Away from there
Floating… To the far away corner
The unlimited……… the Nowhere!
Oh! sensation of wholeness…
don’t let it go!
That essence…..It’s me
I’ m part of the cosmos,
The sunset involves me
I am not longer me.
I love my sunsets
It’s enigma!, It’s magic!
electrical bonding,
magnetic attraction…that hold me
Just there!…..Immobile!
Just there! Admiring
Contemplating in awe
I have to surrender,
Oh!………. Almighty
You always evolving!
You’re never the same,
Sensation of pleasure
Soft strokes! ……Of delight!
My sunsets are precious
It’s lights are divine!
My pores are absorbing
Every atom of you
And my eyes are fixed
On the horizon.. Enjoying!
The last drop of.. you.
I love my sunsets ..
As I love me
I Love my sunsets
As I love you
My Love is Eternal,Soft! Wise!
As aged fragrance bottle!
That kept her timeless aroma,
When my essence had perish
Leaving nothing to touch,
I’ll leave you….. my story,
My sunsets! My Light!
My Pleasures! Delights!
I’ll leave you..My Memories
My Messages of Peace
Things to Remember
That I existed on Earth
I love my Sunsets
With It’s changing Moods,
From yellows to orange
And hues of red
The red flame of passion
velvet sensation
that runs all thru me
I Love my sunsets..
And I want you, To love them too!
In an unselfish gesture
I share them with you
When your feet rub the sands
On a far away beach
And you watching the sunset
Remember this Poem
It’s Mad…It’s Silly…
Just Like your dreams.
This Poem is for you:
The Lovers of Nature,
The Lovers of Love
Marivel R Guzman © 2010
February 2, 2010, 6:28 pm
DREAMING
The only place where you can dream
is in your mind.
You can build castles of light,
and travel into the absolutely
nothingness of a fantasy land.
Nothing can stop you from dreaming
with being an angel in paradise,
or being the dreamer that hold life
in the palm of his hand.
Dreaming is having the power
to make a better future
and plan it well ahead of time.
Welcome to my world.
where dream and the dreamers
meet and enjoy a better life.
I always wonder when is my next trip
When I will be in dreamland?
Sweet Dreams and do not forget
to take the keys of reality
maybe you need to come back.
Monday, November 15, 2007 at 1:29am
Marivel R Guzman © 2007
Braking Free
Braking free from the old life,
flying away like the dove,
without looking back..
crossing the immensity of the skies .
feeling free of the old pains that do not hold well in the heart.
Painful memories better left behind..
looking only forward never ever looking back..
fly away my white dove,
feel free to explore other lands
take your message of love
breath the freshness of the new land
always enjoying the times,
always changing
always moving braking distance away from past.
Thursday, January 6, 2007 at 5:42pm
Marivel R Guzman © 2007
We ride the winds
and navigate without compass,
We found ourselves
at the shores of incomprehension
of the great mysteries of existence,
in our impossible power
to move even a grain of sand,
or in awe and wonderment
for our ability to create
the greatest storm in this sea of life ,
with something so abstract and
untouchable thing call LOVE,
that gives us the power
to conquer the most hostile of the worlds.
We keep giving love
and hope for a more harmonious world.
We still forgive and seek peace
for this fragile world.
The complexities of this world
become simpler when we stay simple,
humbly offering our little something,
the only thing that can liberate our souls
and feed our spirit.
The LOVE frequency creeping
in every speckle of light
like heavenly sparkles
that reach every corner and nest inside the heart.
Marivel R Guzman © 2010
DAR Y AMAR
por Marivel Guzman
Cabalgamos los vientos
y navegamos sin brújula,
nos encontramos
en las orillas de la incomprensión
ante los grandes misterios de la existencia,
en nuestra imposibilidad
de mover siquiera un grano de arena,
o maravillados y asombrados
por nuestra capacidad de crear
la más grande tormenta en este mar de la vida,
con algo tan abstracto
e intangible llamado AMOR,
que nos da el poder
de conquistar el más hostil de los mundos.
Seguimos dando amor
y conservando la esperanza de un mundo más armonioso.
Aún perdonamos y buscamos la paz
para este frágil mundo.
Las complejidades de este mundo
se vuelven más simples cuando permanecemos sencillos,
ofreciendo humildemente nuestro pequeño aporte,
lo único que puede liberar nuestras almas
y alimentar nuestro espíritu.
La frecuencia del AMOR se desliza
en cada partícula de luz,
como destellos celestiales
que alcanzan cada rincón y anidan dentro del corazón.
Marivel R. Guzman © 2010
Viernes, 13 de agosto de 2010, 8:16 a. m.
Hopelessly Hopeful
Contemplating the pain,
I felt the pain hurt,
as a burning thorn,
as an infuriated rose.
Wanting to dulcify the injury
with the honey of my soul,
bitter salty rivers
of tears sprouting out.
The scavenging terror
had eaten from my womb,
that was always immense,
always eternal.
I have felt the others pain
fluttering with anguish,
asking to the sky Mercy!, Have
Not found what he looks for?.
On the bloody Meadows,
flies the angel of madness
drinking of your breath
feeding from your dwelling.
I Feel your pain
stabbing, with out stopping
I feel it in the air
deep fear,
hopelessness.
I have drunk from the bitterness,
I have tasted your rudeness,
I ate my sadness,
and give you my caress.
Rest on my blossom
drink from my soul,
Peace!
there is abundance
respite, solace
Take refugee in my soft veil
cover your open wound
I am the flower’s honey
waiting for the bee
by Marivel Guzman Jun 22, 2010
TEARS AND WORDS
When our heart is hurt,
the expression are words,
like blood, slowing bleeding the pain
the spirit will rest
when the pain have exhausted
the thorns that had wounded it.
Words and Tears
are the only weapons to fight grief.
I do not know any other way to survive,
the storm of a wounded,
like bull ready to charge,
Rebelling in fury,
wetting the pillows at night,
and meeting the longest nights,
when your tears are dry,
the heart refuses to talk,
in horrid silence
that kills the essence of love,
write your sorrows down,
using the tickets blood
from what left from your heart.
The angels playing far in the distance
sparkling notes of hope,
I see them shine in dance disperse,
but won’t reach my soul,
Reaching with my last breath,
braking in thousands pieces,
I feel that I don’t feel any more,
the pain is gone, the storm is calm,
and I’m ready to live again.
As soon as I wake up
The heart aches once more
Another Endless night starts all over again.
Marivel R Guzman © 2010
BIG BANG
by Marivel Guzman
On Saturday, April 17, 2010 at 10:50pm
At the Seven Day,
the heavens split
in spirals of lights
swirling across the universe,
where the alpha and omega
are bonded as one…
The beginning and ending
Was the Word, of The Lord
in an explosion of life,
evolution unraveled
The Mystery of everything exploded
And Creation Began
Marivel R Guzman © 2010
Loving the Pain
Wednesday February 01, 2012 at 7:02 am
I want to live the simple life,
no rush, no pains, no Love!
I tell my heart to rest a bit,…
but he has a race with time,
With every beat he does,
he lives another moment,
with every pain he takes,
he seems to energize.
MY heart is bleeding,
is dripping love drop by drop,
and love is feeding hope inside,
it never ceases to fill the quote
Tic Tac tic tac tic tac,
My time is running,
I have to live another moment,
this heart of mine is in a rush
With wisdom in his words
and a very big smile,he tells me
The simple life exist
Because of Love
Marivel R Guzman © 2012
My Other Half
On Tuesday February 08, 2012 at 2:30am
Where are you Love?,
I need your warm,
I want to hear the whispers of your voice.
Where are you Love?!,
I miss your presence in my life.
I tried to forge another hope,
I tried to call in other names,
but Love is not a costume dress that I can change.
Where are you Love?
I need you to come tonight.
The piercing shout of my pain,
will keep me awake if you don’t come..
Where are you Love?
I need to embrace your name again,
to snuggle up your heart next to mine..
I kn0w you come,
I know you miss my voice touching your ear,
I know that life is half without my touch,
I know you come,..I m feeling warm again tonight. ♥
Love is not Love if does not have the other half.
Marivel R Guzman © 2012
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