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Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Because She Craved the Very Best
by Michael R. Burch

Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the blush and fragrances of roses,
the hush an evening sky imposes,
moonbeams pale and garlands rare,
and golden combs to match her hair,
a nightingale to sing all night,
white wings, to let her soul take flight ...

She stabbed him with a poisoned sting
and as he lay there dying,
she screamed, "I wanted everything!"
and started crying.

Keywords/Tags: Female, lover, crave, best, gifts, presents, offerings, unsatisfied, demanding, tears, betrayal, backstabbing
K Balachandran Nov 2017
I fell head over heels in love with my comely neighbor Bernadette
Without ever seeking consent of the noble soul,just think of it!
All those long passionate,purple prose crafted, burning midnight oil
My offerings for her,reposed in my imagination,till they withered!
Gracie Knoll Mar 2017
I bring all that I have
I bring all that I am
I bring all that I hoped that I'd ever be

And I place it
On the alter
At your feet

I give all that I can
I give all that I own
I give all that I hoped that I'd ever have

And I give you
All my worries
My hopes and despairs

Because all that I am is yours!
All that I have is yours!
All that I am is yours
Forever I will be yours!
If you are a rainbow,
show the world all of your colors,
not just one of them
for your entire lifetime,
when you have so much more to offer.
Liam C Calhoun Nov 2016
Worship is fingers
Awry offering baskets
And ventures 'morrow.
R A Lee Jul 2016
Green as clovers,
his eyes make me feel as if I'm his lucky star.
With an embrace stronger than any ocean current, he  holds tight to our dreams.
Stronger than Atlas, he carries the weight of both our fears.
My love for him rivals every god in the heavens;
the perfect offering for Aphrodite.
He makes my cold heart burn with desire.
He is my person and no one else's.
Denel Kessler Feb 2016
hungry ghost
trembling hands
forever seeking
that which does not

for the golden
empty bowl
offerings laid
on the morning altar
until there is
no barrier

giver and receiver
giving and receiving
without end
that which circles
becomes eternal

all is but illusion
we remain
released from suffering
what was fractured
in wholeness
will be found.

— The End —