"soflty" poems
folks
this is the last song of the evening
time for one last round
so pick 'em up and
slam 'em down...
couples headin'
to the dance hall floor
some lonesome doves
walkin' out the door
take a look around
into the lonely fa-ces
broken hearts
yearnin' for tender gra-ces
see the hopeful eyes
lookin' back at you
you've seen each other
from across the room
if you act now
you wont be turned awa-y
another day
might be too la-te
oh i know
life ain't been kind
we've got - wounded hearts
but there's still time
so - here's a chance
ya never know
tho it's
just a dance
it could be more
so ya
take her hand
pull her in real close
music playin'
soft and slow
you close your eyes
as she softly si-ghs
starlit shadows
from a disco globe
we fade to black
on this winding road
lost and lonely
we pay the toll
just one last dance
before we go
just one last da-nce
before we go
and these bitter days
we watch them waste away
into the whiskey nights and
the smoke filled haze
we're singin'
Willie -n- Waylon
pray the music keeps playin'
as we drift away
into this whiskey haze
shadows of a memory
keep draggin' ya down
one last round
you slam it down
you close your eyes
as she soflty si-ghs
gently swayin'
across the floor
starlit shadows
from a disco globe
we fade to black
on this winding road
lost and lonely
we pay the toll
just one last dance
before we go
just one last da-nce
before we go
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
I've been told
to walk soflty and
carry a large stick,
so i tread among the silent,
blurting out
with a piece of asphalt
in my hands.
I like to keep them guessing.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 7:43 PM UTC
Soflty kissing your swollen soul
With a warm sensation that fills the hole
And cradles your heart like a fragile flower
And keeps you safe like a concrete tower
It cleanses your mind and comforts your heart
A wonderous feeling that most cannot part
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
I'm loving this rain.
Listening to it hit the tin roof of this wooden jungle home,
dreaming of the little grey island back home,
The familiar sleepy feeling found in all rain,
feeling it cast over houses,
dreaming of a scene where I am thinking
whether to put another log in the fire and snuggle back into bed beside a man,
a man I love
with three days of stubble on his face
And to just lie thinking about things.
Or whether to start a *** of coffee
or just keep sleeping until the sounds of silence,
of finished showers,
awake us.
I lie dreaming
of family,
of chickens and kindling, of sweet angel children
soflty sleeping with baby hands in little fists
and resting under little quilts.
I dream of witch hazel, good soap,
and claw foot baths,
of lush mossy rocks and strong red cedar, of rich abundent apple trees,
they too sleeping in the rain,
black gumboots and puddle green fields,
of forest walks, warm eggs and organic chai tea,
I dream
of the ocean in the rain,
or the city in the rain,
all the different umbrellas.
Everywhere cast under Mama Earths spells of comfort,
of big yawn sleepiness
that follows a morning like this.
Oh my,
oh me,
if I didn't have chores
I could lie forever like this.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
I had wanted you so badly next to me
Sharing your intamcy only to myself
Your skin caressing mines
Our moans only heard within these walls of silence
Takes me deeper within your secrets
Whisper soflty in my ear your deepest shames,
Let them be washed in my memory
Your impression forever here.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
cracks in my knuckles,
notches in my palms,
I fantasize that
you braid my hair and
us lying
curled around eachother
on my bed.
you
breathing soflty
inside my arms
as we look
through the roof's window
at the night,
crashing gently.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC