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 May 2015
agalwithwords
Deep down inside

A fire is burning in defied

No rain can wash it away

No pain can keep it at bay

The fuel that keeps it glowing

Is of the life that is flowing

The heat it liberates

Makes us to celebrate

The women we are

The fire that we bear

They chain it with tradition

To stop it from destruction

But the fire that is inside

Is not to be deride

It’s the way to make us strong

When everything goes wrong

It can be contained

When love is sustained

The warm glow it share

Is beautiful as prayer

When it is enslaved

Pure destruction is paved

Only way to be in harmony

Is to let the eternal fire free…
 May 2015
SC
Its standing outside the candy store-
    not a penny to your name.
       Watching others indulge
           in glutinous delights.
Or waiting to be picked-
    while choosing sides
        knowing you are the odd number
            therefore well left behind.
Its the Martin novel
       each time one of your friends die.
Gatsby's  heroic yet untimely demise....
Unrequited quests
     Captain Ahabs whale
           Don Quixote’s windmills.
The albatross within my soul
Knowing there is no bridge
for the chasm
between you
and me!
She does her best not to be bad'
wishes she could remember why
until he finds her in the mirror
that speaks to her mind...

Her body is aching
for the love in the mirror
two in one, lovers past by
two of a kind......

Just one kiss
and his famous embrace
that gets her started
this wondrous night...

The night has come that she has waited
to prepare for her lover in the mirror...

The music would be soft and low
never ending sound in the shore
as his hands finds her body
as moans comes from passion...

When he held her and their lips met
a breathless longing for the other
to night would be such a delight
with all those fleshly, raw sensations...

How they would kiss the earth
Loving traces of their mark
Glowing all through the night
Waiting for the sunlight’s spark

The mirror showed so much
hearts crying for the other
she stood in the breeze
of the mirror for him to see...

She could not back down now
she waited so long for this
the mirror and her lover
her flesh would settle for his kiss...

Ah yes, the kisses were so frantic
that put their burning thoughts to a whirl
the passion from his hands
put her willingly in deep sensations....

A potion of her lovers ******
demanding her attention
she should share it all the way
through the course, he must have it first...

They are lovers in mirror
he taunted and teased her passion
as she dreamed and moaned
for the love that was in the mirror...

Debbie
one of my sensual poems.. ... sorry...lol
 May 2015
SE Reimer
(to she who took liberties not hers to take)

~

may i caution you on critiques
of those whom you don't know,
those with whom you haven't
developed e'en the slightest rapport?
i'd charge you to think more simply,
to listen close and get to know
those who come here to be heard,
who offer smiles and lend an ear...
and in return receive a bit
of comfort, perhaps some hope.
if i thought that you would hear me
i'd suggest you may not much like
to swallow your own harsh words,
but now i see you've not bothered
to offer us even one
of your own poetic lines.
so instead i will suggest
that you find another site,
a place that gathers folks
full of themselves (and spite).
and should you chose to stay instead
please don't forget that here at HP
we value our community, as one,
from most prolific to the least;
those who write in English though
its not their language first;
teens who've had
no formal training,
and those with PhD;
all are valued here, and
we don't mind a thought or two,
but have first the decency,
get to know us 'fore you criticize,
and gift us a knowing you.

~

post script.

when i read a brand new HP member's harsh and unnecessary critique of the winner of this past Monday's daily, yet had offered not even one poem of their own here on HP, i felt a sense of betrayal for our teenaged community member who had with vulnerability written about herself as a "battered butterfly". i have no problem with fair critique, but i say you'd better know us first and we you. i appreciate this HP community... immensely!

and by the way, if i may say, kudos to our member she defended herself most graciously!

in final words to she for whom this is written, should she wish to humbly retract her words, i will readily forgive; i would gladly look forward to one day embracing her as part of this wonderful community!  we all make mistakes... myself included.
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