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 Jun 2015 Eve
Aditi
The carousel
 Jun 2015 Eve
Aditi
It was so short,
I could not even tell
If it was really you,
Or a ray of light that showed me how love truly works,
Oh I wish it did not,
But would I still have these words
If I had not known what's it like to love and lose

It was ephemeral,
I could not even tell,
If it was really you,
Or the shower of my dreams,
I did not know I needed to be true
But I did
Oh I wish I did not,
But would I still wake up at night
Looking for warmth and security
You took with yourself.

The carousel stopped for a minute,
Right when we were at the top; lost In our world,
The story of our love
Lasted for moments,
And Now you have to go your way,
While my future keeps beckoning me to come

It was so surreal,
I could not even tell,
Were those your lips
Pressed against me
Or was it a new bloomed bud
A constant withering delight
Oh, I wish the wind did not carry it away
But would I ever taste
A longing so strong
If my path
Had not let me into yours

It was so mesmerizing
I could not even tell,
Was it really you
Or a trip to heaven
So absorbed in our little present then,
Now I live in that present, which is now my past,
Drowning my future in the moments we never got to make
I wish we did
But whose trance would I be submerged in
If it were not for you,
My ever lasting love.

The carousel stopped for a minute,
Right when we were at the top; lost In our world,
The story of our love
Lasted for moments,
And Now you have to go your way,
While my future keeps beckoning me to come
This one is for you, Mr. R.
 Jun 2015 Eve
Ignatius Hosiana
After five good years of drought
It rained kisses and warming hugs
After my heart emaciating from rejection
I have experienced a resurrection
She kissed me wholly and deep
She sowed and had to reap
Could not recall the feminine grip
Even how to undo a lady zip
She kissed my upper and lower lip
Then around my body took a trip
Tore my favorite shirt,no time to unbutton
She ate my skin softly hard as a glutton
Not sure it was her mouth on my ***
Cause I couldn't open my eyes as she did it
She passed her soft fingers on my chest
Luckily I hadn't on my fitting vest
Crawled about my belly like a worm
While my ****** heart beat loud as a drum
She said something I didn't hear
Because passion had blocked my ear
She then undid my belt and my trousers
Quicker than all internet browsers
Then...then put the muzzle in her mouth
Was she aware of the bullet, I doubt
She cleared all the rust through the years
While in pleasure I cried happy tears
She knew how to hold the whistle and blow
Between where she knelt down low
Her palm around me was a soft tight glove
Felt she's the one that I deserved
Like a snake she crawled back up
And astride the volcanic plug sat Asap
Not afraid of the sharp edges causing harm
She kissed me violently and hurt my gum
I just couldn't care less at such a moment
Of a soothing ride, a welcome torment
Soon overtaken by my inner animal
I realized I could not take it anymore
And took charge of the walk to heaven
While the clock alarmed, think eleven
She arched tout like a hunters bow
And her eyes brightly seemed to glow
My journey deep was careful and slow
But the return as swift as Pacman's blow
I loved the way she clawed her nails
Into me, she reopened all my wells
I wanted to take her for a longer ride
But the wave of passion killed me,I died
Even when we were done I remained inside
Watching her skin as pale as transfiguration
Out of the joy we had shared, I'm glad
I received my emotional resurrection
I cut the poem short, too exhausted to type it all
 Jun 2015 Eve
martin
There is a young man who deserves our support
He runs a website where poets can talk
It's called HP
It's totally free
And his name is Eliot York
three cheers for Eliot
hip hip...
 Jun 2015 Eve
ryn
Pockets of Eden
 Jun 2015 Eve
ryn
I have observed brightly lit stores...
window displays welcome
with wide open arms.
Kaleidoscope of colours,
dancing to catchy music...
adding on to the allure and charm.

Droves of shoppers have identified this
as their slice of heaven.
Flagging retail therapy
and finding their
pocket of Eden.

I have observed some laying down.
Relaxing...
unwinding...
On patches of grass.
They stare at the sky
with much adoration,
as wispy clouds float on by.

These skygazers have chosen this
to be their little slice of heaven.
With the ground on their backs,
grass between their toes
and azure as their witness...
this is their pocket of Eden.

I have observed a couple of lovebirds,
seated at a café...
immersed deeply in conversation.
In their own private universe,
their own little bubble.
Employing hugs and frequent pecks as punctuation.

There's nowhere else they'd rather be.
From their eyes I know,
they've found their unique slice of heaven.
In each other
they've found their pocket of Eden.

I have observed myself...
I thought myself to be lost
for the longest time.
Seeking a place
for the voice in my head
that only spoke in rhyme.

All is not lost when
I finally found that place.
My little slice of heaven.
For almost a year ago today
I decided on Hello Poetry
as my pocket of Eden.
Thank you all for your kindness and support.
Much love,
ryn
 Jun 2015 Eve
Mr X
Untitled
 Jun 2015 Eve
Mr X
I fear the ones who
Possess the power
To bend minds.

I fear them.
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