ItsJustMe
I've always liked to write poetry but rarely have the time to do it justice. / / Sometimes I write something specific for someone I know, but often an idea or a few lines just pop into my head while I'm doing something else, and occasionally they make it to the page before I'm distracted and they are lost forever. / / I seem to have more unfinished work than completed ; left in all kinds of places, some on handwritten scraps of paper I've used for bookmarks, many I know will be forgotten and discarded, never to be finished. / / I thought having somewhere to share would allow me to give it some purpose and maybe gain some helpful feedback from other, more accomplished poets. In recent years I've come to realise it's just as important to feed the soul as it is the body. So here I am, asking to take a seat at the table and looking forward to the feast ... or maybe spreading my blanket and enjoying the picnic. Who knows ...
All alone
In an empty home
Beginning the longest day
Christmas morning
Is barely dawning
Santa has lost his way
Festive cheer
With wine and beer
A distant memory past
Excited chatter
And Indulgent platters
Now a lonely fast
Teams made
And board games played
With glasses of Prosecco
Gifts passed around
While Laughter sounds
Now a distant echo
So If you’re sharing
With love and caring
Be sure to make it last
Merry Christmas everyone
I really hope you’re having fun
But this year I’m gonna pass
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 3:26 AM UTC
While you’re sleeping in your bed
Thoughts of you run through my head
An empty feeling in my heart
Says it’s all wrong when we’re apart
I feel your cold and empty pillow next to mine
As I recall your handsome face from other times
I try to sleep; close my eyes and drift away
To dream of special times when you would stay
Searching for my love, deep into the night
There I know I’ll find you, clearly in my sight
Your perfect form and gentle face I long to kiss
Sharing playful laughter, lovingly I miss
Reliving every moment and treasured memory
Playing out the film of my mind’s photography
My fingers caressing your skin, beneath your shirt
As we connect with sultry looks, and shamelessly we flirt
You pull me close, gently squeezing at my waist
Sensually caressing, your hand about my face
Your fingers firmly tug and wrap about my hair
Full of lustful confidence and loving tender care
Your soft blue eyes intensely gazing into mine
You take me with you, dancing into the sublime
I run my fingers through your gold and copper hair
And rearrange it out of place, but you don’t care
Your alluring smile my wanton fingers trace
Framed by seductive lips I long to taste
Purposed, every move and gesture, feeling just right
Heightened senses as our bodies tingle with delight
Your warm breath whispers at my ear
With the words of love and passion I long to hear
Every word, every look, every touch and taste
Arousing my emotions as my heart quickens pace
Speaking without words, your language mirrors mine
Without music we can dance, keeping perfect time
Then by morning I awake and turn to see your face
But you’re not there, your pillow’s cold, just a vacant space
I smell you still upon my skin
Like chocolate and forbidden sin
But there’s a part of me adrift, something out of whack
A missing piece of puzzle, something that I lack
Suddenly I realise and surrender to defeat
My life is like a jigsaw not quite yet complete
And now I’ve found the answer; I see it in your face
I feel it in my heart, and within your warm embrace
Every moment now I live with you inside my head
The one I want to share my love, my life, my bed
My confidant, my lover, my best friend
My everything, my forever, right until the end
I know just how to feel complete, no more searching I need do
For you are the perfect fit ….. The missing piece is you
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
Sometimes, even when you’re with me, you’re so far away
And I wish away the hours, awaiting your return
Thoughts of you consuming every moment of my day
I wonder where you go when you leave without a word
Was there something pressing, or something that you yearned?
Maybe you did tell me, and I just never heard?
I’ll never be your keeper, or the boss of what you do
You’re so fiercely independent
You’re freedom is a given part of simply being you
But know my heart is aching with every missing touch,
Longing for your tender kiss, or sharing of a though
These things never tire, or ever are too much
So patiently I wait, and constantly I yearn
For the moment when I’m blessed
With your love when you return
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Sometimes we hold on to those we love so tight we crush them. Like wild flowers we need to let them grow and flourish in order to enjoy their full beauty.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Underplayed or overrated?
In perfect time with his ****** her wanton hips gyrated.
Baring tooth and nail,
Like hungry wolves they feed.
Each the same agenda;
To satisfy their primal need.
He pulls her hair and bites her shoulder,
Binding wrists with which to hold her.
She offers up her body and soul,
Without a word he takes her whole.
With quickened breath and sweat on skin,
Need like no other rushing in.
As if their lust, till now
reserved on ration,
Unleashed to satisfy
..... a moment's greedy passion!
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
'Look at Me', so self absorbed in outward looks and latest fashion.
With disregard for inner peace, selfless thought, and kind compassion.
Piercing ears, with holes so big they look like they're starting to melt.
Trousers about the knees; showing off pants, clearly in need of a belt.
Cheap plastic toys bought without thought, of which so quickly we tire,
Relationship failing to last without love and once all consuming desire.
Throw away gadgets and electronic connections, with all life's worth we trust.
But when they are broken, will never be fixed; just casually tossed to the dust.
Mealtime no longer a social or family affair, at a table with fork and knife,
Check-in's a must so 'friends' will know that you're having a really great life.
No album prints of family snaps and childhood memories that last,
It's all about selfies, and sharing on line with 'friends' that human connections bypass.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
Eating up books,
Chewing up lines,
No purpose or reason
Just passing of time.
A moment of quiet,
And clarity of mind,
For some unknown reason
The words start to rhyme.
Readers forgive me
if it seems absurd;
if it looks unfinished
Or missing a word.
There’s really no telling
How ideas will start,
In moments of sadness
Or matters of heart.
Sometime a soul saver
In trials of stress,
When balance of mind
Seeks sated redress.
Tuning out life,
The kids and TV,
For a few simple words
And a mind flowing free.
Awakened at night,
When sleep is no rest,
Is often I find
When I do it the best.
Or when no one is home,
With a nice cup of tea,
A few stolen moments ….
My pen and me.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Your magic touch,
the things you say,
they make me smile
in every way.
When I feel troubled
and start to fear,
you hold my hand
and pull me near.
You paint a smile
upon my face,
soothe my soul
with your embrace.
You make me laugh;
Sometimes cry.
I feel you know me,
I’m not sure why.
A perfect pair
I think we make.
Each we give,
but not to take.
A familiar warmth
with you I feel.
and long to know
if it’s for real.
I feel so special,
so at ease.
Spending time with you
is just a breeze.
There’s no effort
or need to try.
I feel I know you.
I’m not sure why.
Unspoken words
We know are there
Not yet ready
To be shared.
Let’s stick around
A little more,
find the key,
to the open door.
Take a chance
and wander in.
Is this the start,
where ‘we’ begin?
Time will tell
who we will be ……
when I know you,
and you know me.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Slap my ***
Smack my ***
A naughty child’s behaviour done
Slap my ***
Bite my ***
A cheeky move that’s just in fun
Slap my ***
Spank my ***
Intense passion ... as you feel me ***
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
Sorrow weighing heavy
Pain is running deep
Through my broken veins
and aching heart it seeps
The tears they overwhelm me
Like hands about my throat
Can’t vocalize this feeling
A scream the only note
I cannot feel the sunlight
Cold chills me to the core
Paralyzed in darkness
Cowering on the stone hard floor
Life is all but spent
My strength is fading fast
A world away from fancy dreams
and the love I yearned to last
I wonder if they’re happy
Getting high on life
Knowing I can’t be there
Another twisting knife
Don’t want to taste the tears
I try hard to swallow down
Grieving thoughts consume me
I fear I’m going to drown
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC