"eched" poems
Barely above a whisper I hear a calling to me
Drawing my body near
The seductive voice that beckons belongs to the beautiful sea.
A gentle kiss by the waves sprays across my face
As slowly I dip in my toes
Refreshing is the coolness captured in our first embrace.
I'm in awe of her power each ripple she makes is so bold
Exploring myself as I dive
Deeper and deeper I sink releasing my secrets untold
My senses may burst from my journey tring to take it all in
A memory eched in my soul
The wonder inside me when the sea washes over my skin.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
It's dark
So dark
Mad and angry
A solitary cruel
Civilization where nobody
Cares nobody pays
Intrest for the lives
Of the hopeless
Or the needed.
The simple
Drive for the complex
Ideas of perfection
In which we crave
Is so prominent
Like an eched image
In our simply geared minds
Those gears only turn
One way
Not bothering to look
Back at the others
Who are perfect
For living
Without that
Selfishness
a.s.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
her smile makes you want to know her more
her eyes draw you in to her world
her gentile touch soothe your aching heart
and her voice forever eched in your mind
the aura that surronds her, draws you in
a soft glow, yet a feeling of love everlasting
her movments are smooth and true
like the perfect poem
laying next to me, i hear the rhythm of her breath
timely in beat, soothing to the soul
her eyes draw you into her world
her smile makes you want to know her more
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
I hate her.
I hate how her smile is eched into my memory.
I hate how her laugh still reverberates throughout my soul.
I hate that after all the pain all I want to do is hold her.
I hate her... because I still love her.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC