#love-poetry
In need to feel
more than mere
words poets press
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My Poems here
are a common
red blood bind
horizon heeding
from blank to grey.
Tips are starlit as
the most bold ink-lined
beautiful formation
of space & time.
Seems
bizzare, un-limited
falsificated classical
old blue ink evaporated
with digital evolution.
Not aware of its-elf ~ existence
is sinking deep into my
tactile fingerprint cushions
Once I see guidelines
there's no hook to be
made out of necessity.
I add and add ad
infinutum and all
I see is Home.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
She'll write in language
with impeccable letters -
to him her prime tongue!
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
5/7/5/7/5/7/7
How can I trust you -
Flickering flame in storm-wind
That I don't lose light!
In this dark, cold, barren night
Where crickets crave sleep -
In cricks, in my chest, Thy song
Long forgotten - Now haunts me!
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Once upon a time
she read many a day
many nights
She thought about him
a charming ripe soul
with magic palms
Sipping "The Poesis Ink"
in just the right doses
Turning everyday
ordeals and ordinary
sighs of Love into a
Dream.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
I wanted
To write about you
To paint your picture
With my words
To draw your
Almond eyes
To capture the wit
And life in them
To caress your face
Taking you in
With each stroke
To trace your lips
And the love they hold
To refine the subtleties
Of the many struggles
Your face bears testimony to
But you,
Oh you, are the reason
That I'm a poet
Without words
You were to be my masterpiece
My art, without color
For all the words in the world
Can't describe your essence
My love.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
*When deep indigo night
Releases magickal stars from the sky
And tenderly brushes them upon
Your mischievous smiles ~
Herself's stroked by this peculiar
View; then little naughty thoughts start
To conjur an irresistible wish borne inside her
***** "You ~witty man~ deserve one lovely
Kiss on the left cheek." Then another one!
A kiss that's rarely seen ~ a soft one ~
A passionate one! Juicy, yummy charm ~
Resembling a wanton scented humidity
On the beautiful cherry blossoms day ~
On the other one. Right now!
Then at last our lips are lit; as wild
Woods strawberries ~sweet taste~ comes after
They bathe in the warmest sunshine rays.
Waiting to be consumed with
Adoration and gratitude. We are a gift! ~
To one Another. . . I hide bluntly in each
Others Love; and so do you.
We ~lost within our eyes~
Diving to unknown and unrevealed
Dephts, levitating above mysterious
Corners of shadows and light. . .
Only our souls know of.
At last, my love!
We humm, my heart is yours ~
Mesmerized; your heart is wide ~
We kiss, we breathe, oh my!*
To live, to dream a thousand times
And never forget: to live ~to love!
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
She said
fast
And she did A WWWWWWWWWWWWvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvLike a rocket
she glided
like a dream
she was
a tapestry
a magic landscape
a canvas to your sensoric
pleasure
you've caressed
her curves
like breezes gently
unleash pink dew
from blue grasses
you've
managed to tame her
rage, untangle
her
ribbons and silk
'your eyes shine like stars'- she murmured . . . . . . .
then came a hurriccane
of you' passion Rising
s h o o ti n c l o the
s
as shattered roof tops
flying among bycicles,
stretching wild clouds as sweet
cat's opening her gems dim
beautique vision,
dragon-kites
allured by the happening
acculated words
Written in-to Ether fro'
Free sword at last! kitchen
table started to whirl among wild ducks
love
spinn
as swans
we have loved
as swans
after snow
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
*
*
Days to nights to dawn. . .
my darling floats: up and down
in and out. . . Body/Soul
*
*
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
~~~
Sometimes it is
a cup of hot cocoa...
... or the lipstick on the cup!
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Memories of yesteryear
Our long walks
On moonlit paths
Not a care in world
Save for each other
Cautiously holding hands
Approaching love
Precious reminiscence
Everyday grateful
Solitude together
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
it’s roughly 11:29pm and i have you roaming around in my mind, then again what else is new?
i can imagine you humming along to these tunes while you tangle your fingers in my already so easily tangled hair and i’d count the minutes you spend trying to untangle yourself from me - limbs and all while you’re at it
before you left you made it a point to tell me about how i was like the light of your day and maybe i just might have imagined the caffeine scent that hangs over every single word that spills out of your beautiful mouth in that ridiculous accent of yours. you’re ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. i love the way you make shades of blue seem more vivd and i love the way it curves in to rest against my shoulders as i find inklings of you along the sleeves, almost as if you’re right here next to me. i’d fall asleep in an ocean with dreams as succulent as honey oozing from your lips, catching myself saying ‘good morning’ to a silhouette as i realise that i just may have left just enough space for you to slip your arms around my waist as you pull me close enough to rid the glass between our eyes
i’d like for that to happen again sometime, if you don’t mind and i’m sure you don’t judging by your sleepy murmurs that i manage to piece a ‘i wish you were laying here next to me’, out of when you dial me.
you asked me if i was angry at you, repeatedly, oddly enough you can’t help yourself on fridays. i brushed it off with a laugh and a roll of my eyes because you fail to realise that i could never stay angry at you because well, you make me feel so much more than that
[bullet train of emotions just rush into the gateway of my heart every time i lay my eyes on you]
anger is just my daily attire but you make me want to change into something new and that’s why i am so in love with you
so very
in love with you.
maybe i’ll tell you when you ask me if I’m mad at you some friday of a week.
new years day, only someone like you would plan something right out of a reality television show and i wouldn’t switch channels to be honest, your heartbeat on my left as you leaned in and i don’t remember if i shut my eyes when yours graced mine but it was my first time and i know i play the blind card to it but i remember what exactly it felt like and how my heart was jumping out of chest and how you were trembling right against me as i asked you to kiss me again
[its been a few months and i still hesitate at the thought of kissing you because i’m so afraid of tripping up somewhere but it doesn’t make me want it any less because sometimes i feel like your sugar laced sweet every things could spill into me and i’d never forget how special you make me feel]
yes, i am aware that its ‘sweet nothings’ but anything you say means everything to me and maybe i don’t say it enough but the chance of you choking over my sweet abyss wasn’t a factor i would definitely let it slip out once in a while
you’ve asked me to describe what your scent was and well who would i be to say? i mean sure your scent clings onto my jacket no matter how many times it takes a spin in the wash almost like the thought of you contrasting against the carnival of fairy tale blue fairy lights i hang by the side of my bed, i’d like to imagine that you do the same, i’d like to imagine that you flip through the words left stranded in those pages i’ve spent days rewriting and taking minutes of my day to ensure that you’ll be able to read it - whenever you feel the blue from your clothes painting your spirit, i’d like to imagine that you curled up with your jacket at dusk the same way i did as i tried to dissect parts of me from you only to find that i really couldn’t
it’s the next day and 11:50pm, but you’re still on my mind,
“you’re like the light of my day i can’t get you out of my head sometimes,”
sometimes i flinch when someone makes contact with my side and my shoulders but for a second i think that it just might be you cause’ i’m so used to you pressed up so close to me as you run your nails down my side in the darkness that swallows me whole late at night as you pull me closer eyes still on the screen ahead of us as i learn to let go and take your palm in mine, running my fingers over yours delicately just to remind myself that you are here and you are mine and that this moment is ours and ours alone like the others i’d store in the attic of my mind whereby i’d use the fireflies as light to read off the water colouring you’ve left in my mind.
i know you’ve never called me yours apart from that one time whereby i couldn’t differentiate between the sincerity caught between the tides of those flamboyant words of yours that entraps me with every breath as i submerge under the tides.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC