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shåi Apr 2017
the tide rises
as love falls
timeless
and effortless

the tide falls
as desires endure
like diamonds-
resting gently on the shore

the tide surges
as lust tumbles
like a berating beast
its emotions bubble

the sea
like colorless crystals
gnaw with ardor
the skin of intimacy

the tide cascades
as love burns
a feeling once constant--
chastised forevermore

(b.d.s.)
pillaje // jmsn
  Apr 2017 shåi
Walter W Hoelbling
when words turn into worlds
strange things happen

paragraphs bend into globes
continents grow out of sentences
cultures start talking to each other
   clinging to colons and dashes

when words become worlds
these worlds create grammar
and modestly submit to its rules

whereas the real world of worlds
grows ungrammatically
and is more colorful
shåi Apr 2017
one with the riptide
the wilderness like her muse,
docile like a doe

rolling waves pull her in
her hair, swept like the rippling current,
its embrace against the moon

(b.d.s.)
im very proud how this haiku turned out
shåi Mar 2017
running
but
i can never hide
always looking
for the door i can never find

love
rather
than paid in kind

it thrives in one
who keeps their dreams
always in mind

meanings bursting
at the seams
never exactly what it seemed

loss of self
or
loss of reality

the unknown ever
so enticing-
it was my poison

(b.d.s.)
shåi Mar 2017
i made love to your poetry
and it made love to me
its words lightly caress
the body that once felt

i made love to your poetry
and it made love to me
its dead verses
filled a body so insensate

i made love to your poetry
and it didnt make love to me
meaningless letters
had only resided

   within the deepest depths
                                      and corners of
                                                             my murky  m  i  n  d  ...
                      ­                                      (b.d.s.)
shåi Mar 2017
life is like
a phone line
constantly waiting
for an answer

we look for a giver
but have we just
been our own
receiver?

who may be at the other end?
what lies before us?

the harsh unknown
and its unseething silence
thumping as its own
beating heart

will we continue to wait
for life's last ring
to make its final heartbeat?
(b.d.s.)
thank you for the reception on my last poem!!
shåi Mar 2017
there is a beast
that lies in a poet

it ***** the emotion
out of me
its face i can hardly see

pain was its great feat

i am his for the taking
love, he had been making

but was it really love?

the beast made me blind
to the pain i cant find
a tragic bind

the beast
renders me lost
afraid and broken
however,
love from it
was something i always sought

(b.d.s.)
thanks for the reception on my last poem!!
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