"entwines" poems
In quiet corners where shadows sway,
I hide desires that dare not betray.
A secret world, a whispered ale,
Yearning for love, yet fearing to be free.
In the dance of veils and subtle signs,
I navigate paths where truth entwines.
A heart in turmoil, longing to confess,
Yet bound by silence, an unseen caress.
But fate's gentle nudge, and subtle signs,
Draws me from darkness, breaks the wall.
To face the light, to embrace the day,
Where hidden desires find their way.
In the tender gaze and fleeting touch,
I glimpse a world where hearts clutch.
To finally breathe, to finally see,
The possibility of you and me.
So let the whispers fade, the doubts subside,
As we unravel secrets we've tried to hide.
In this quiet revolution, we'll find our way,
Where love can flourish, and we'll finally abide.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 5:03 PM UTC
Nestled in his arms, I've discovered a haven,
The refuge for my soul, a home is engraven.
A sanctuary where thoughts find gentle release,
A world of unity, my doubts meet their peace.
When weariness tugs and desolation entwines,
Life's enigmatic encounters, weaving complex designs,
In his gaze serenity blooms and finds its place,
A sanctuary of solace, a loving embrace.
Within his eyes, a realm beyond time,
Where enchantment flows in a fractal rhyme.
Familiar, like an ancient whisper, this truth so pure,
Innocence cascades, beauty's allure.
Through him a passage to celestial expanse,
An orchestra of emotions, our souls entwine and dance.
Each moment evolves, exquisitely hued,
At the threshold of forever, together with you.
Life's intricate threads lead to a destined connection,
Guiding me to him, the most profound intersection.
Gratitude rises, an endless ocean's plea,
For destiny's masterpiece, in him, I see.
Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 4:52 AM UTC
somewhere among the oaks and pines
i search, trying to find a sign
with the sight of the climbing vines
i am defined by nature's lines
the water shines my peace of mind
beside the brook, where ivy entwines
i find brightness, no longer blind
in the guiding light of God's designs
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
she opens the door:
a symphony of colors and aromas explode.
the green grass glistens
while petite petals cascade the dewy dirt
caterpillars coexist with the giddy daffodils
and chit chat like wind chimes
with the benevolent butterflies.
she lies down
and her hair entwines delicately with daisies
that dance in slight breeze
her blue eyes look up at the blue sky
and she exhales exuberance
she leaves the door wide open
she leaves her consciousness wide open
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
A kiss entwines the souls of two
A kiss says I love you
A kiss brings two people together
A kiss says no matter, whatever
A kiss binds friendships forever
A kiss says I’ll be back, whenever
A kiss creates the longing of two
who have traveled together
the journey of life and demands that
the lips that kissed shall, no, MUST
embrace each other once more..
By shaqila
December 2001
Sep 3, 2009
Sep 3, 2009 at 5:50 PM UTC
True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.
Helen Steiner Rice. 4/18/2016.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Eyes
twinkle,
As we kiss
love entwines our
hearts.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
I remember the first time I laid eyes on him, that
emotive whirlwind within at the sight of him
I swooned inwardly, blinking...
overtaken by the moment, a radiance connected us;
his visage emanated strength beyond his brawny
physique and his handsomeness
our dawning...
love awakened at the sight of him; keeping bedroom eyes
mentally closed, but, longing to feel him against me
became a resting place in my heart
his eyes were so, tender, I wanted to finger trace his lips,
slowly, allowing him to taste the first breath of our moment
one moonlit night...
he approached, another swoon moment, I melted in his
arms as he whispered in the arch of sultry heat uncovering
the fabric of my being
love aroused...
and our essence melded; one breath...ours mingled,
became precious as wet stained kisses rained
upon upturned pout
taste of him left me adorned, in naked shadows of midnight,
love found; bound by blushed sighs, in demureness I lean
into manliness breathing shades of his love
lost...
in syllabic whispers, drenched in poetry of us, where want
dawdles at the door of need as desire entwines igniting our
flame and I melt between the folds of Him and I
evolving...
in the archway of love at first sight
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
LOVE, is a four letter word
Often heard right before
I HATE you...
HATE, is a four letter word same letters as HEAT, the kind that burns out LOVE...
*** is a three letter word, an altered state of wanton desire when flesh entwines it's captors, at first it's like a chemical bond...
Clandestine and strong animal magnetic fields two charged heavy metals attract in the act of lust until just before dawn, it's gone!
Where is she now?
Fools rush in only to learn the rug burned concubine wines and dines with your best friend...
*** is a weapon as she wraps you in pink, If you think with the wrong head then soon you might wind up wishing you were dead...
D. Clare
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Everything is happening so quickly
so many negatives surpassing the
insignificant glimpse of positives
that never seem to suffice,
there’s always this light at the
end of the tunnel that everyone
speaks of, yet i continue to see darkness;
a journey down this long tunnel brings
no illumination but only a continuance
of nihility, the damp walls
seem to bring the chill humidity
closer and closer with each step,
the droplets echo the narrowing,
flickering lights dissipate at passing,
the gag sparking stench of sewage
and ***** make the voyage to
light even more unbearable than the
previous hesitant inching towards
the so called spoken about bearability of life,
sudden scintillations of light bring sight
of russet, worn doors, consecutively placed,
discoloured of crimson roadkill,
I open the first door and see a woman
tied and bound, gag in throat,
beads of sweat turning the white gag
to watered milk,
the dirt beneath her nails entwines with skin
and blood dredged by her own fingertips,
to front is a tray of what seems like
torture tools
*intrigued, I slam the door
and avoid a kiss
from Judas*
The next door, I open and see a man
sitting facing the corner,
wrapped in a flickering fan,
staring at a wall of carvings of ticks and dashes,
to see arms of cuts and gashes,
with a tray next to him
comprised of razors and knives
he sits picking at skin of bruises and hives,
tempted to grab the tool and corrode self,
with the reflection of whats within, I slam the door
and avoid
Finally the third door
eagerly stares to
me with anticipation boiling veins,
I press my ear to foreshadow,
I hear a cries; a man of hatred
and a woman of pain
I open the door and find a bottle of whiskey
I take a swig and feel as if Judas kissed me,
Within the third door; walls
with peepholes to confirm the calls
on the left I see the sliding knife
over-panting roadmaps of russet to
the neck of the bound woman,
the screams are deafening,
they present a vibration,
stuttering thoughts, and releasing the fixation,
prompting the admiration
to view the second door,
I see myself, in door 2
tremors and convulsions
seeing blood expel every vein
as the verticals
halt oxygen to the brain
Departure brings me
to the abysmal realm of society
where the burden of negativity
proves to provide no proof towards what
differs between the endless, narrow
tunnel-visioned cesspool of bone marrow
and psychosis driven visions and the
narrow pathed voyage of life.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
The lights are dimmed.
The movie is about to start.
But all you can think about is the boy sitting next to you.
It's your first date,
Hopefully the first of many.
You're nervous,
But composed.
As the movie starts,
You try to distract yourself from the guy sitting just inches away from you.
You look in his direction.
The movie flashes short glimpses of light on his face.
You see the small glint in his pure blue eyes.
You could melt in those eyes forever.
Then he turns,
Looks you in the eyes,
And gives you a smirk that sends butterflies through your body.
You feel electric.
He continues to tantalize you.
Eventually, you can't hear the movie anymore.
All you can hear is your rapid heartbeat in your ears.
You're so nervous you could pass out.
And then he grabs your hand,
And gives it a comforting squeeze.
He entwines his fingers with yours,
Making you feel special.
All you can focus on is him.
You examine his profile,
While your hands stay connected.
And you want to stay in this moment forever.
After awhile,
He turns to face you.
You look into his eyes for what seems like eternity.
He grins that grin,
Making all your problems disappear.
And he glances longingly at your shinning lips.
You know what he wants.
All you can do is smile back,
Before he leans in.
Your lips connect,
And fireworks explode in your heart.
Suddenly, you forget about all the bad in the world.
All that matters is you two,
In this moment,
Together.
Then, the kiss is broken.
Both of you gasping for air.
He smirks at you another time.
And you loose control.
This time it's you who leans in.
And you are connected once again.
There may have been a lot of other people in that theater,
But in this moment,
It's just you and him,
No one else.
You may never know how the movie ended,
Or who saved the day.
But you will know that you and him
Lived happily ever after.
Maybe fairy tales do come true.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
~
My heart takes wing
Flying into the ebony sky
Imagination entwines itself
In the depths of my mind
As I drift into a dreamy high
Troubles seems so faraway now
As I drink up happiness wine
Glancing at silky hilltops and-
Lonely valleys with greenery fine
A smile tugs my lips
While laughter teases my voice
I made the right choice
For I'm in a glorious haven
I've kissed the dove and-
Shoved away the black raven
I am free from all guilt and bitterness
I've burned my tragic papers
I've turned my hated words to vapors
For I cannot delve in darkness
Because I am surrounded by goodness
Light I can perceive
I've enlightened the dark
Hope, I now conceive
Painting a silver sun on my heart
I close my eyes
Dreaming about the sunset's art
I am happy
I am free
I can loudly and openly sing
For my soul has angel wings
~
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Tell me love,what I must do.
I know the landscape in essnce
I am no pretender.
Inspiration then perspiration
A torrid sweat as the tempo. Rises BUT...
Allow me to speak your
name in fervent whisper
Again and again.
Permit me to traverse your mind
As your sensuous body follows.
I am there. Now here now all places at once
Seeking. Seeking
The small of your back
I am listening as your breathing hastens then slacks.
Feeling as your body shudders. Reaches and entwines.
Allow me access ever so gently.
Tasting. Savouring the hollows and curves
The recesses. The tactile mounds the essense of you.
Dam this poem is making my hands shake.
We are molded skin to skin now. A rythym.
Hot . A dance. Stay with me darling this is nirvana.
Where do I end and you begin.
One.
I feel your desire your wanting to peak.but slow now soft now
The moment awaits still. We will batter the gates stil and come rushing
To ****** As one. Stay. Slow .soft.
Here and now my darling. Hold tight as we soar my love
Over the falls we go to wash in a tide of release.
Yes. Yes.
We are there.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Shadowed moments,
A rush of after bubbles
Whisper-weep a name
Leg wrapped warmth;
Tied down in pearls,
Burning me in the curl
Of satin sheets and tumbled pillows,
And I am stripped bare, across the cradle of dreams
Captured by pulsating fingertips
Fire-staining my thighs...
Shimmering diamond cascades of gentle stir
Fire-Wrap the mist of soft braille
Etching the moan of whispered yearn
Touch-tasting my moon kissed nape;
And I sway to the music of buffeting winds
My hips enticing, enveloping, ensnaring rigid muscle,
Lifting the hem
For teasing fingertips, searing drenched skin, and
Brazen ache meets incessant hunger...
Skin ravaged, blood pulsing...
His breath a rushing kiss between my legs
Piercing my darkness with his heat,
And licks, sweet, the tenderness I open;
This red haze of dry hours
Bathing my skin,
Sheathed behind smiles in dark corners of his eyes,
Unlaboured lust entwines trembling lips
Limbs awakening to thirst for honeyed-sin
My sigh drapes the curvature of his milky sway
Desire's swallow drowns my satin burn...
The immortality of our kiss
Etched in the warmth of garnet's gleam
Lingering upon the smoothness of softly wet;
The fragile lace binds my body, risen from rows of indigo roses,
Sequestered,
Shuttered, its heat like a leash in his palm, wrapped,
Effortlessly;
Surrendering to nuance and caress
Heartbeats
Flailing the drum-skin;
His reaching arms hold me down...
Heartbeat slowing
From the thunder of our storm,
Along my body, his braille
In gooseflesh fabrics and amber
Tambourines of skin seep,
Bind me in deepest velvet, resonating bliss...
A refuge where I curl in trembled release
Buried in purrs
Stained in screams;
Unforgettable moments
Melted in the whimper of love's breath..............
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
the night and the frost and the words that they speak
your fingers are frozen, your eyelids are closed
the crests and the troughs of your breath in the air
like the language of winter winds;
harsh tones that never go unheard
beneath your feet or inside your ribcage
or even as the frigid night that entwines itself with you
demanding to be felt
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
Eyes sparkle straight outwards
caught beneath the whispers
her entwines entice
This bearded oddity
The Sirens song beckons;
places a cupped palm holding thin air
where a shapely breast should be
Her smooth skin
wraps the ***** of imagination
trembling tempting fingers
searching in the darkness
Arms outstretched
the smells of summer breeze
wafts its enchantment
and for a moment I belong
more than most
as I can remember
Sometimes we meet others we can easily forget
just another sunny spell as a prelude to rain.
The umbrella I own has holes anyway
lest it would be kinder on me now
if perhaps I had stumbled on a dry patch in waiting
For a moments temptation
to dance with the divine
I’ll skate these embers
and reach out where Icarus fell short
Those fallen arms of grace
will have to wait
In the near dark
tongues unravel and fingertips unbind
transcend, ascend
grip with experience
the bane of youth
Im confused a little more these days;
maybe that's the Sirens song, calling
'swim with me, delve deeper
embrace the ocean current
drift with me, drift with me'
Perhaps im just getting old
cynical to the optimism of belonging.
The Siren would argue:
perhaps you just don’t need
that umbrella after all.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
When in moonlight her tide swells
the river dances to the temple bells
mounts the ghat kissing in lust
moans aloud in the wind’s gust
it’s then the moon lifts her veil
entwines her makes love at will.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Breathe me,
So I may be the air,
To sustain you,
With a new exhilarating sensation,
For you have never met,
A beauty quite as fair.
May the inhales of breath,
Give you my tantalizing aroma,
To waft through your mind,
For all eternity as each exhale,
Entwines your spirit with mine,
Reaching a point of immense depth,
So pure and divine.
Time seems to freeze,
As Hazel eyes mirror my own,
Glancing up my form,
As you witness a treasure,
So grand and rare,
Engendering you to be bereft.
Of all senses,
Except for the feeling to stop and stare.
You speak the words,
Of an effable language,
In such a distinct dialect,
Only the key of your heart,
Opens the lock of my own,
Through those amorous words,
Only the beating of our hearts may decipher,
Even if fate leaves us worlds apart.
Fingers interlacing in an affectionate embrace,
As our hearts waltz in the stillness,
Of the night,
As I notice the sway of your hip,
Full of masculine grace,
Pressing your body against mine,
As you me so deliciously tight.
The moment I encountered you,
I reach the peak of the highest mountain,
Falling as I may,
You bestow me with the gift of insight,
Wrapped in a ribbon of trust,
Ever so bright;
A chance I have never been granted before,
So even if I slip,
Your love always keeps me,
From shattering upon the Valley floor.
Loving you is all you ask of me,
So forever I shall,
Until I no longer breathe,
Our cold bodies soon to be side by side,
Under an old willow tree.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
In her solitude, she finds her night,
A whispered touch, soft and light.
In quiet shadows, her secrets unfold,
A dance of pleasure, pure and bold
Her soul entwines with silent might,
In moments stolen from the night.
Each gentle caress, a sacred rite,
In this private realm, she finds her light.
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 9:28 PM UTC
Thin she looks, like stippled wheat
With anxious eyes and crippled feet
Flaxen hair and halting way
But Jesus baby.. Can she play?
A siren song on notes of gold
Floats out and lets the dark enfold
The lovers as they dance & sway
And kiss & smooch the night away.
She bends way back and holds the note
That muted trumpet starts to float
You’l never hear a better sound
From any jazz man in this town.
Exquisite is the word I’d use
Enticing is her favourite ruse
Alluring now in shades of gray
Her silky sequence soars away.
The song entwines your heart & soul
The moment stops, your pulse on hold
Fantastic senses start to reel
Hot n sexy’s how you feel.
You glide your way around the floor
Feel the rhythm, seek for more
That lady makes the music move
She’s making magic, in the groove
Swinging at the local hop
You’ll never want this night to stop
Thin girly with her magic horn
Convinces us we’re all reborn
You wake up in the light of day
Haggard, spent, bereft of hay
But Jesus boy.. You had a ball
You grooved that ladies trumpet call.
So count your blessings, share a smile
You’re winning by a country mile
When you did hear that lassie play
You stretched your life another day.
Thin she looks, like stippled wheat
Anxious eyes and crippled feet
Flaxen hair and halting way,
But Jesus brother….can she play!
Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
29th. September 2007
Dec 3, 2009
Dec 3, 2009 at 10:48 PM UTC
something tells me that i should write on here now..
have you ever had a song define something for you?
a time in your life?
a moment?
a person?
a feeling you never want to forget.
or maybe its not a good thing.
a breakup?
bad events?
past memories you try to let go of, but can't seem to.
i have so many songs.
so many that define my summers,
my friendships,
my situations.
past, present, FUTURE.
there is always
something;
someone
that will ease your nerves,
pump your adrenaline.
make your heart POUND.
emotions;
love...
hate.
the human mind ties many things together.
the human heart entwines us forever.
leaves our mark..
on the world?
on family?
on friends?
on a lover?
on a stranger.
we hold on to so much in our lives.
is it wrong to let go?
to move on?
to forget?
...no.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
The smoke entwines itself around and through your soft hair
It circles around your small nose
It traces the outline of your gentle facade
It laces through your fingertips
It makes a nest on your t-shirt, and rests there for the night
It cuddles up close to your smooth, pale skin
It warms you up on a chilly November evening
It makes you feel loved.
Oh, how I wish I were smoke.
Maybe then,
I could entwine
And circle
And trace
And lace
And nest
And cuddle
And warm
And love
You too.
{alaska}
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
The water edge draws me,
Calls me.
It has many times before,
Until I was pulled away.
The ocean stares back at me with deep blue eyes,
And speaks in soft careless whispers.
The waves lap at my ankles, Kissing my feet.
The sensation is overwhelming,
The freezing cold water calming.
The water entwines it's fingers in mine,
Taking me further from where I could stand.
Every touch is gentle.
Every cell of mine begs for more.
I'm dislocated
I'm alone
So far out,
My mind is stolen.
No coherent thoughts,
Just the cold breeze tenderly caressing my cheeks.
Then I dive in once,
The feeling of nothing addicting.
And I smile as I drown,
Knowing I'm never coming back
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Mute gray entwines wistfully around my ankles
Night time ghostly kittens playing with the shadows past
My eyes often see the moon reflecting upon the bright visage of your memory
I still feel burned down.
Broken.
A ruin that in future breaths will be seen as the discovery of my lifetime
In reality it is the great loss
Static hums between the quiet space connecting brain to ear
In that white noise I make out your voice singing songs of moving on
Understanding has yet to dawn yet I have heeded your wishes
My heart does warm once more
Though parts remain dark, hidden
Burdened
Blessed with carrying the weight of where you still rest
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC