"susurrated" poems
I tried to write on the wall of your heart
but with grudge the gates were rusted shut.
I was left outside, waiting and hoping.
I pulled on the portal gate with all my passion,
but the constringed chains closed chance.
Exhausted, I whispered please,
I serenaded and susurrated, softly, sweetly,
but still the barred path stared back at me.
I stopped trying.
I waited.
I never left.
I stood, I sat.
I walked around,
but never departed.
Eternity passed, but I waited still.
I slumbered at the gate, afraid to leave.
Jolt! I woke
to chains clangorous collapse
A statue I remained,
afraid of dreams embrace still bound.
The gate swung slowly open,
aware of its very action.
A breath I barely breathed.
Invited at last, I slipped within.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,
There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,
Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,
My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,
As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,
Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
By AG 05/10 2018 ©
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
"May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,
There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,
Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,
My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,
As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,
Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
By Andrew Guzaldo 05/10 2018 © HP
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC