I’m drowning my love
Take me to Mercury
I know you're sorry
So, take me to Mercury.
Where stars are stone
And not
Your eyes
Promises.
My Love
Carry me to Mercury.
It's too small.
Just for me.
But of course
There will always be a room
For you
But not for three.
Take me to Mercury.
To be blue in worry.
Don’t leave me in Earth
Green with envy.
Pull aside
To Mercury.
I promise you
I’ll be okay
So
Leave me
In Mercury.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
Broken things require glue
Turn around that's you
Don't stand by and watch me break
This world needs NOT another fake
Take a moment to embrace me
Your touch will set me free
Pure hands infuse humanity
Deliver it just for my sanity
There is no mistaken identity
Inside you is my serenity
One touch ... a basic need I concede
My ache is now full speed
Do not make me beg
Press in and heal my plague
Today I ooze of selfishness
You are familiar with my reticence
Guilt draws near and whispers
Push past its tiny embers
My need today transcends
Straight from you, no bends
I lay curled up in a ball
Listen, do you hear my call
From you, I plead one task
One touch ... it's all I ask
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
I am sorry.
Three words
Eight letters.
Times two
It tells another story.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
I'm impressed
With the ladies on this site
So much talent
Amazing words they can write
Lady RF
And her magic pen
Looking forward
To reading you again
Your highness
Ultimate Panic Queen
Writing so good
It's really obscene
Oh Gwendolyn
Our talented gypsy
Writing so intoxicating
It makes me feel tipsy
Penelope the Poet
A creative young scribe
Reading your stuff
Gives me a sweet vibe
Valsa George
A writer of nature and things
When I read her
A smile it brings
Sedoo Ashivor
Writing poems with such taste
Every word having meaning
Not one she will waste
Thank you to all you wonderful ladies
For the work you share
I'm headed back to Hello Poetry
I hope to see you there
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
Where are the clouds?
I want them back
the sun is shining
but I want the clouds to attack
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Be there nothing in that sky of yours,
That of your own making,
No colour, matter, wind nor force.
Just emptiness beyond that battered cliff,
Beaten by the sea from one,
With kites and creams to the other.
Such contrasting torment of ‘could but isn’t’,
As the black, crimson sky bleeds over;
Yet is still a waste expanse,
For black or crimson, kites or birds,
Wind or wonder, nothing’s heard.
Where loneliness haunts itself,
Imbued with its own solitary ambience,
Which companioning heart beats would dilute.
Opacity equates to naught.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Jump on the boat and take is real slow
Throw the canvas and splash that oil
Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill
As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow
A touch of the knee and the spark shatters
A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition
Not a monochrome but a jest of kaleidoscope cores
A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause
A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words
The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity
Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions
The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm
Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her
Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions
Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues
Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC