"lovelily" poems
A dark night
Littered with stars and rain
freshwater claims a sliver of consciousness
A simple word
a lonely question
"Why?"
You take my face into your hands
letting your eyes close on minor chords
It's almost silent
save for piano
and nervous breathing
Your forehead on mine seems to speak
directly to my thoughts
an arrow to my subconscious
An injection to my strength
weakness in quiet trembles
lovely petals of black and grey
falling on our awestruck countenances
augmenting the watery streaks of light
strewn sideways across your freckled skin
A hesitant thirst
not eager to be quenched
finally satisfied
Consent in closed eyes and soft pressure
Fingers caught lovelily in strands
of tired hair
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
Oh, well, I don’t blame you, dear
Your pretty face and soul? You can
Have no control over that, surely.
See, the thing is, I worry that your
Lovelily spun
Web will catch nightmares along with
Love
But please, mademoiselle, don’t let this shake the
Charming dew drops of yours
Keep
Spinning
Your
Web!
For your beauty
Will not fail, (as mine has, for which I shall never be forgiven
or viewed with kind eyes again, though I knew not
what the sting of the bee really
whispered)
I promise you, it won’t
In its ancient and blessed task
Of making life
(so glorious
Already!)
Worth living…
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Amour... This incurable Doleful Malady...
Spreading Deep into my Veins...
Setting up the most beautiful Tragedy...
Making me irresistible to my strains...
there's a proverb about this Reality...
You oughta suffer, if you're seeking Joy...
though I am welcoming this lethal Agony...
with all its beauties, with all its Annoys...
...
this Sickness with no Remedy...
Left me at your hands, the only Healing...
might be an unaware act of insanity...
loving this Despondent feeling...
like an open scar it burns, but it burns lovelily...
Makes me look insane loving this Woe...
but I'm having you as the Solace of my Malady...
Though I am sure Relief will soon Glow...
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Donning this vignette of happy tears!
O sunshine of a lovelily heart!
I have discovered your smilingly downward
gaze in every flower of an
open-air place.
O distant spirit! Would you touch
my tuneless fortune
with your caressing beads?
It is because your purest presence will
help me in adorning you with the
light rays coming out from my fondly heart.
©️shivpoetesspriya
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC