"unforbidden" poems
The time will come
Where my words will
forever remain as unforbidden memories
Left by those that remember
me from our legacy in creation.
Wielding the pen is a concept
a complex human as myself
will never achieve the skill-set to master.
It's a calling for me to wield justice and harmony
My time to equip the sword, will be my destiny soon.
I'm not afraid of the battle ahead.
I have slayed demons stronger than my own
Fought against my alter ego and argued with my conscious for answers
Witnessed guardian angels endure tragic falls.
_The pen is mightier than the sword_
_The sword completes the point and cuts down the objective differently_
_I am not afraid to die protecting the world I love_
_It's all a cost for new age peace & awakening on the other side_
_I will not continue a cycle of hatred!_
_ I love every part of you and it's worth fighting for_
Jul 29, 2022
Jul 29, 2022 at 8:28 AM UTC
This is the place where faeries sleep, down,
by the river burbling over mossy boulders, beside
the pink Rhododendron caressed by the sun.
Where I wait, feeling my wanting,
my longing as I meet the Beloved.
The light is everywhere, shimmering
on the wings of a bumblebee as it swings by
lazily unaware of my desire rising from the root
effervescent like the bubbles chasing
each other on the surface of the water.
So alive,
so exciting,
so exquisite,
so magical,
so perfect,
so NOW.
This meeting
this touching
this connecting
this tasting
this falling...
This falling
truly, madly, deeply in
love with this moment,
this tender, fragile, faltering
moment that is me.
This exquisite Eden that I have
uncovered at my core,
this awakening of the unforbidden
so luscious, so delicious in it’s invitation
to taste it’s sweet aliveness that
my heart has abandoned all shame,
and is lost in the lust,
blown open in wonder
at the awesome,
the indescribable
thrill of this dance,
this movement
toward death.
Each moment so precious,
each moment a jewel,
each moment in which
I am alive, AWAKE and wanting.
This is the place where faeries sleep.
Down, by the river.
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
The Garden
Paradise is lost
The sun is fallen
Truth is known
Yet its way is obscured
Bitter harvests now replace
Immaculate conception
And tears flow, from eyes
That willed to see
There is no victory in the outter realms
No reward in desolation
Oh to return from whence we have fallen
To taste of fruit unforbidden
The garden has grown barren
And its hedgerow high
Who can restore its splendor
Who is worthy
I know none…..
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
Tall grass not yet touched by
dew observe.
Longing to reach the unforbidden.
To glide between atmospheres without
stopping to breathe.
As if that breath will steal what
cannot be stolen.
Hoping their presence will not
break the silence they find absolute.
Pickpocket the sky they will like a field
mouse with a crumb of
salted *******
They shall not judge
what cannot be touched.
Just praise and absorb.
For what cannot be touched by
lavender hands can be felt by a rose soul.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
MARROWS OF TIME
Walk with me in the valleys of green
That comes to me in darken dreams;
Watch the raven feed on the dead,
those who has lost their heads,
Look, and see what Dark Angel brings
that has darkened wings;
He likes to make bleed.
Oh, why does he have to be so mean?
Once he lived in a fair stylish place
Where love was always given,
Where sins were forgiven,
He once given his heart,
But with time love has taken him for a ride,
Now, he stands in quicksand,
While his heart sinks as he grieved,
Words of true darkness sharpened the sword
That cut him deep;
So, now he wants everyone to feel is inter pains,
Where his love is now in the golden grave,
Ancient witches have taken all his love away,
Now he walks around in scorching agony,
In ancient time, he has lost his mind,
Dark Angel will always be curst,
And every gentle rose will be dried
the roses will turn to ashes
of the unforbidden love,
In his ancient love of sweet days,
All that has passed away;
Wandered of true love has been lost,
In the ancient green valleys;
Where the graves of true love in ancient days
Will always be lost into darken dreams
until the Light shines on all who sees,
through the windows of the true believer’s eyes
will see that shining light,
the spirits will sing songs
that never has been sung before,
on the pearls of time the ruby sea will glow
where the ships will sail,
and the slaves of the wounded will be healed,
doors of visions will be open,
the deaf ears will hear,
and God will whip away all their tears,
Oh, Enoch and all the ancient slaves
Will come out of the grave,
But until the darkness will be.
Where the blind could never see,
Souls are lost into the sea,
Where the dusty dead lost their heads,
In to the marrow of time.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
I've been broken for this unforbidden emotion. Like waves in the ocean, moving agitated with no exception. This emotion soar in the seas to the place of unknown. To the God of Sea, I hope you can see what I've been through to make it be.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
A smile
that was clean
lustrous, and desired
No one thought
that change
would hit upon
One's ire
It hurts
The pain she wallows
There is no understanding
Lossless hallow
Peaceful burden
Depth of depression
It seems artificial
So naive
And unforbidden
The hatred that conspired
It is not of haught
I have lost
A painless thought
Expiating a tale
of a woman
whose gale
I couldn't expiate.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC