flower-scent - Hello Poetry

My Beloved, Let's meet in meadows of yellow shiny buttercups, dandelions,daises,lilacs and coloured butterflies, Let's run till dusk in threaded fields of hundred golden wheats, lay down under the little lantern light of million fire flies. Let's hold hands and walk in parks,sit on a wooden bench, and make a rainbow wish upon the destined shooting stars, Let's dance cheek to cheek,bathe naked beneath water falls, and watch enchanting faries use their magic glittered wands, As feathered silk white swans pirhouette in sparkling streams, as we get lost in secret casting spells of everlasting melodies. Let's wake up to the music of a golden harped string fire ball, warming our blue skies ,with every early rooster's dawn. Lets run to open fields,to the shade of old mulberry trees, Make a picnic on a carpet made of crispy bronzing leaves, share a velvet peach,and eat pulped ripe strawberries, taste red satin cherries, as woodpeckers drum their beats. Let's write the sweetest verse and many loving words, listen to the sound of waltzing crickets and chirping little birds. and when the sun go sleeping,the crescent moon starts peeping, in the ebony black sky,Its then we realise there are billion miles of distance between the 'You and 'i',It is there I find your heart, as your heart searches for mine,in the place of never ending time. It is our special place,where whispered thoughts join in one space, where my blood pumps your ardent name, deeply in my veins. It is the cherished place, where we travel, in many many ways, It is the place we live and love as one,yet not seeing face to face.

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Nov 22, 2010

Nov 22, 2010 at 4:34 AM UTC

Oceans Apart

My Beloved, Let's meet in meadows of yellow shiny buttercups, dandelions,daises,lilacs and coloured butterflies, Let's run till dusk in threaded fields of hundred golden wheats, lay down under the little lantern light of million fire flies. Let's hold hands and walk in parks,sit on a wooden bench, and make a rainbow wish upon the destined shooting stars, Let's dance cheek to cheek,bathe naked beneath water falls, and watch enchanting faries use their magic glittered wands, As feathered silk white swans pirhouette in sparkling streams, as we get lost in secret casting spells of everlasting melodies. Let's wake up to the music of a golden harped string fire ball, warming our blue skies ,with every early rooster's dawn. Lets run to open fields,to the shade of old mulberry trees, Make a picnic on a carpet made of crispy bronzing leaves, share a velvet peach,and eat pulped ripe strawberries, taste red satin cherries, as woodpeckers drum their beats. Let's write the sweetest verse and many loving words, listen to the sound of waltzing crickets and chirping little birds. and when the sun go sleeping,the crescent moon starts peeping, in the ebony black sky,Its then we realise there are billion miles of distance between the 'You and 'i',It is there I find your heart, as your heart searches for mine,in the place of never ending time. It is our special place,where whispered thoughts join in one space, where my blood pumps your ardent name, deeply in my veins. It is the cherished place, where we travel, in many many ways, It is the place we live and love as one,yet not seeing face to face.

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My Beloved, I want you to know how i feel right now in the darkness of my room, On this serene Still night, I think of you! My empty heart is filled with dreams of you, bleeding with your passion, wrapped within your soul. Tomorrow is another day, We might not be here, OR,We might be gone, But tonight,I'm here, behind this misty window sill, looking at the secret moon, watching it's shadow on the wall, Its reflection in cobbled alleys. Tonight ,I'm here,alone, looking at the yearning stars, breathing in a Cobalt Universe, of a hopeful faded destiny. And, i watch a dew drop falling gently,softly on a dried silent auburn leaf, as white winter snowflakes cover autumn distant trees. Tonight,in my solitude, I watch the red breast bird, the one I call My Robin, cloaked in his brown fury coat, returning to his cosy nest, flying back to the place, He once called home. And ,i watch the world, moving slowly with each tick-tock of the clock, and,i mold your handsome face, your absence,im my imagination, Your eyes!your smile!your cry! engraved, in every thought. And ,hot tears flow brushing my cheeks, as i die,i die and die in dusk again!!! Yet,a faint pulse rate,still goes on, not knowing exactly where we are, not knowing where we'll be, yet,knowing i must hold on, Knowing that I'm still in love with you, as the first day,as the next yesterday, to the infinite depths of eternity. And,i feel you,Your warmth, The throbbing of a heartbeat,Still there, deep inside the inner core of me. And,i watch the desperate waves, putting up their sails, carryin me to you,to your arms, and ,I see you face to face! You search for my brown eyes, Knowing,my eyes would never lie. You search deep,finding the truth. And you smile,as i bloom in a sacred bed of fragrant petals, as you lay and rest on me. As,i feel me in your touch, as you kiss my scarlet lips, and my lashes,get wet, as you whisper in my ear, in your unique accent, in that amorous voice! You're still in love with me. Then,i sleep, then,you sleep, then,all dreams would be over, all doubts would be free. (To the O wner of my Heart)

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Nov 15, 2010

Nov 15, 2010 at 8:38 AM UTC

Listen to my Heartbeat

My Beloved, I want you to know how i feel right now in the darkness of my room, On this serene Still night, I think of you! My empty heart is filled with dreams of you, bleeding with your passion, wrapped within your soul. Tomorrow is another day, We might not be here, OR,We might be gone, But tonight,I'm here, behind this misty window sill, looking at the secret moon, watching it's shadow on the wall, Its reflection in cobbled alleys. Tonight ,I'm here,alone, looking at the yearning stars, breathing in a Cobalt Universe, of a hopeful faded destiny. And, i watch a dew drop falling gently,softly on a dried silent auburn leaf, as white winter snowflakes cover autumn distant trees. Tonight,in my solitude, I watch the red breast bird, the one I call My Robin, cloaked in his brown fury coat, returning to his cosy nest, flying back to the place, He once called home. And ,i watch the world, moving slowly with each tick-tock of the clock, and,i mold your handsome face, your absence,im my imagination, Your eyes!your smile!your cry! engraved, in every thought. And ,hot tears flow brushing my cheeks, as i die,i die and die in dusk again!!! Yet,a faint pulse rate,still goes on, not knowing exactly where we are, not knowing where we'll be, yet,knowing i must hold on, Knowing that I'm still in love with you, as the first day,as the next yesterday, to the infinite depths of eternity. And,i feel you,Your warmth, The throbbing of a heartbeat,Still there, deep inside the inner core of me. And,i watch the desperate waves, putting up their sails, carryin me to you,to your arms, and ,I see you face to face! You search for my brown eyes, Knowing,my eyes would never lie. You search deep,finding the truth. And you smile,as i bloom in a sacred bed of fragrant petals, as you lay and rest on me. As,i feel me in your touch, as you kiss my scarlet lips, and my lashes,get wet, as you whisper in my ear, in your unique accent, in that amorous voice! You're still in love with me. Then,i sleep, then,you sleep, then,all dreams would be over, all doubts would be free. (To the O wner of my Heart)

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The pied piper plays The soft wind dance in the breeze Leaves brush cheek to cheek

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Nov 14, 2010

Nov 14, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC

As Rain patters and Birds sing...

The pied piper plays The soft wind dance in the breeze Leaves brush cheek to cheek

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Just One touch Of You Ignites deep passionate flames The candle burns again.

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Nov 14, 2010

Nov 14, 2010 at 10:03 AM UTC

Melting Honey Wax

Just One touch Of You Ignites deep passionate flames The candle burns again.

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In her dream,there is a Seagull,flying high,in skies above, Crossing over all the oceans,just to find His only love. He might lose his destination,in the strong winds of the day, He might get carried by wild waves,as He searches for his prey. But in dreams ,He'll always be there,flying by so many lands, till he makes it to the island, and find way to her warm hands. In her dream there is a seagull,spreading his huge silver wings, There's this girl always in waiting,thinking of him as She sings, and Her voice echoes a signal, to the dolphins of the sea, as they play in rhytmic splashes,transmitting a symphony. And the Seagull hears the love song,of His Love from miles afar, It is always the same love song,'My Heart s'always where you are'. And this handsome flying creature,on a journey,there He goes, hoping that one day he'll make it,hold His Love,so very close. And His Love can't wait no longer ,watching rainbows everyday, watching stars after each sunset,wishing He will find a way, Find a way to be together,watch the world turning around, Rest in their Home little love nest,Hear the waterfall's sweet sound.

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Nov 14, 2010

Nov 14, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC

The Seagull Of Blue Oceans

In her dream,there is a Seagull,flying high,in skies above, Crossing over all the oceans,just to find His only love. He might lose his destination,in the strong winds of the day, He might get carried by wild waves,as He searches for his prey. But in dreams ,He'll always be there,flying by so many lands, till he makes it to the island, and find way to her warm hands. In her dream there is a seagull,spreading his huge silver wings, There's this girl always in waiting,thinking of him as She sings, and Her voice echoes a signal, to the dolphins of the sea, as they play in rhytmic splashes,transmitting a symphony. And the Seagull hears the love song,of His Love from miles afar, It is always the same love song,'My Heart s'always where you are'. And this handsome flying creature,on a journey,there He goes, hoping that one day he'll make it,hold His Love,so very close. And His Love can't wait no longer ,watching rainbows everyday, watching stars after each sunset,wishing He will find a way, Find a way to be together,watch the world turning around, Rest in their Home little love nest,Hear the waterfall's sweet sound.

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There She lay,bare,naked, lost,in a decoupage of dreams, Mesmerized by Faces, Faces with the same eyes, the same smile,His smile! She dreams and She is happy. She feels him,His touch! His Hungry lips on Her soft lips His cheeks brushing Her Own, His fingertips playing on her slender neck in upward and downward movements. His dry mouth ******* sweet nectar from Her milk honey pulped breast. His thighs brusing her long silk legs, He nourishes his prey,with effection, tender care,love and protection. He feeds her with his Warmth, misting the cold glass with his breath. The mosaiced glass which traps Her soul in a lonely scared desperate world. He breathes her in,He gives her life He gives all that He is, to Her, Her flesh molds with his own, She moans,they sweat,He sighs, making love to her,gently, as She begs Him for more. There She lay,bare,naked, lost in a decoupage of dreams, The clock tick -tocks the time, and ,the dream soon gone. He kisses her forehead, wraps her in a red blanket of passion and yearn, till he returns,till he finds her, and splashes Her life with water colours once again. . . . . . . .

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Nov 12, 2010

Nov 12, 2010 at 5:27 AM UTC

P A S I O N A T A

There She lay,bare,naked, lost,in a decoupage of dreams, Mesmerized by Faces, Faces with the same eyes, the same smile,His smile! She dreams and She is happy. She feels him,His touch! His Hungry lips on Her soft lips His cheeks brushing Her Own, His fingertips playing on her slender neck in upward and downward movements. His dry mouth ******* sweet nectar from Her milk honey pulped breast. His thighs brusing her long silk legs, He nourishes his prey,with effection, tender care,love and protection. He feeds her with his Warmth, misting the cold glass with his breath. The mosaiced glass which traps Her soul in a lonely scared desperate world. He breathes her in,He gives her life He gives all that He is, to Her, Her flesh molds with his own, She moans,they sweat,He sighs, making love to her,gently, as She begs Him for more. There She lay,bare,naked, lost in a decoupage of dreams, The clock tick -tocks the time, and ,the dream soon gone. He kisses her forehead, wraps her in a red blanket of passion and yearn, till he returns,till he finds her, and splashes Her life with water colours once again. . . . . . . .

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