"encouter" poems
A girl by the name of Josephine
was once destined to be a great queen
married off to a prince, a boy
but never let her true feelings show
for she was in love, this was true
but not with the prince, a boy
her true love she could not enjoy
there were stolen kisses
snuck out at night for passion so vicious
don't get caught my sweet Josephine
for the two of you they will get in between
you see Josephine's love was forbidden
with a girl by the name of Rosaline, so it's best to keep hidden
they spent countless nights enjoying eachother
with no cover but the warmth of the two lovers
but eventually everything must come to light
during an encouter of the sweetest kind
a night of moaning and arching of their back, everything felt so right
when the prince, a boy
caught both of them in the middle of their throws
while the girls were still clutching hard at the bed
he screamed ****** ****** "off with her head!"
So the his guards grabbed Rosaline
and led her to the guillotine
Josephine looked at her lover for the last time "Rosaline"
her deep brown eyes,golden skin, a girl so divine
before the blade was let loose, not even a scream
Josephine swore, she cried a whole stream
she drowned in her tears of sorrow and pain
the girls blood on the floor it did stain
when Josephine took her last breath upon the pool of her tears
she felt Rosaline's hands around her waist and her breath in her ear
saying "My sweet josephine, don't worry I'm here."
She believed that Rosaline did not die at the guillotine
but they died together without fear and completely serene.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
The grief came and knocked on me..
While I heard the sleep holding its feet.
My soul replied softly while embracing my heart..
‘’Please find another door to knock...
Please move away from the threshold...or I shall encouter you with anger and blow love on to you.....
Leave .....and give space for Love her tonight."
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
The glowing orange color
Turning into dark crimson
Every evening of day
And days like your lips
That encouter my heart
It bothers me very much
That at moments of love
I wished I could crush you
Between my arms, and
Fire kisses on your cheeks
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC