"splended" poems
I remember
Those splendid days
So full of hope
And laced with timeless wonder
Those splended days
Each and every one of them
Loved, as if they were treasures in a chest
As if they were colors and magic, floating through air
Those Sundays
When I would sneak out and peek into the mailbox
Sure that I was invisible to the world
With that same hope
Maybe an early Hogwarts letter?
Maybe an early birthday present?
Something wonderful,
Something just for me
Now and then,
I catch a glimpse of that very same
Sunday hope, still living with magic
Inside of my mailbox.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
I shalt go to a place
A place that is of satefy;
A place of security
And warmth.
O', to this place
A place of different creed;
A place of seraph breed
This place hold's a holy birthing seed.
O', a divine place
With a tan tropical grace;
And on her face
Rest's cupid's and tincture's.
O', poise of all commandment's
Her law's not of men, logged on Asiatic tablet's;
Capricorn of milky way magnet's
Her love's glacé, in me, it's implanted.
O'er the rainbow summit
O'er the plateau cumulus;
O'er her lip's I flyeth
As I dive down into her splended spirit, and taketh a sip..........
Of her soul
And my;
It maketh me whole.....
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
i
This temple is broken, lonesome, and old
It's leaving this place, the world's not meant for Good soul's;
Whilst good soul's art meant, for heaven not purgatory nor hell
No longer shalt I be trapped, or treated like some beast in his cell.
ii
I've seen prison before, and I dealt with that iron bar hand
The structure, the flames, the brute animals, and the pain;
They biteth til thou bleedeth, again and again, wings to expand
Expansional shift, I'll taketh mine flying arm's and I shalt uplift.
iii
Leaving suddenly, as they do sayeth, for only the good do die young, I shalt breatheth more easily, none more hatred, for the amour of the light I'm going to, I shalt succumb, mine senses wilt be ten fold the more than planet destruction earth, rebirthed.
iv
None more seeing war on the television screens, none more untruthful words, for others to bringeth me, none more reptillian like Creation's to killeth mine dream's, none more scream's, none more for those to breaketh me, a serene scene, of alien planet's.
v
None more hopeless romance, for I shalt haveth all the hope given, none more having to write on paper, mine soul shalt write by the dust trail's so splended, to be the cherub's inspiration, as cheribum shalt listen to me sing on set, this place for me to forget.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
I love the way you love me
The way you hold me.
Your body like silk
Soft to the touch.
your touch like angel kisses
Each sigh like messeges sent from heaven.
The way you look into my eyes
Such power.
I love the way you wrap your body on mine.
I love the way you feel each of my muscles,
Feeling every detail,
Every vein
I love the way you have your way with me
And with each ******
A storm of happy emotions
And new beginings come to life.
The way you have your way with me
Unlike anything else.
So splended.
I love the way you cuddle me,
You care so deeply
so genuinely
Make me feel like a king
To the point where i sing.
You are worth everything.
I give you my all
And you take it
And beg
For more
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC