Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jul 2021 Valsa George
kate
among the summer stupor,
the gleeful pounce

onto that that flies
on diaphanous wings

tracing secret silver spirals

small bursting berries in tiny flaxen fingers
blue blackberry mouthfuls
the boys of summer with indigo grins and legs akimbo

their chorale sweet and brimming between
the shrinking hours

a jovial furor against a backdrop of blue
Just kiss me ...

Sweetheart...

love is a significant matter...
sweet to enjoy with...
with whom you love...
love is delicious...
so enjoy it through your heart and lips...

kiss me sweetheart...

when i look to your lips...
feel as i am drunk...
drunk,because of your lips...
drunk,because of the honey which dropping from it...
so please,...
let me taste your honey sweetheart...
let me feel and touch them...
touch them through my lips...
to enjoy and to give me a pleasure...
as i will give to you and to your tongue...

its my only dream...
dream,dreamed about from a long ago...
dreamed and still live inside this dream...

kiss me now...
let our lips meets...
so that i will never lose a hope...
and light my darkest night with your lips...

kiss me...
to stay away from this world...
and from everyone all...

kiss me now and every time you can..
kiss and keep kissing me...
never to get bore from those kisses...
and from your lips...

by: hazem Al ...
comes across the hill

a bluebird singing
the red ribbon in her hair

in the pale moonlight
hold me

softly In the pale moonlight
                                                       ­ 
sweet summer breeze
a fire in her heart

gentle summer breeze
and the ribbon comes undone

there is a love
that waits  in pale moonlight
 Jul 2021 Valsa George
Diana
I hope that one day
you will no longer be imprisoned
by the limitations of your poor communication
that you were conditioned into
by your caregivers and society
may you be freed by cycles of mental trauma
Language is so powerful and it is so sad to see how poor most people's communication is. I wish this was something that public schools incorporated more of: emotional vocabulary/regulation, communication skills, de-escalation, etc.
In the market I'm a popular man.

So very nice they say
he doesn't even ask the price.

I'm the sellers' good mate
they decide the weight
or rather the mass,

So very kind they say
he's the buyer top class.

I'm the sellers' idol
the quote they call
I pay

So very good they say
he's our man every day.

They decide the rate
decide the weight
even the item

while my mind thinks of a poem.
 Jul 2021 Valsa George
SCHEDAR
Chased by thoughts
held captive by words
Written down
free as
birds
A moment on the ear an opus creation without flaw  
the sound of pure laughter from a child on a see saw    
prolonged hours of ecstasy in the palm of God's hand  
the sound of the ocean on my chest and where I stand

A daffodil of yellow smiling up at me from base  
the scent of petrichor in the soil after a days rain
spectacular views from Mars or any place in outer space
just about anything that makes me laugh, insane  !

A slow and gentle kiss and poetry, from Baudelaire  
romantic dates that end with chocolate and roses
wooly socks, afghan blankets made of little squares
antiques that remind me of mom, and her neurosis

a million breaths released just after,  "I SIGH",
and all the things on my bucket list before I die.  
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
Next page