"unrequieted" poems
Not in voice?
If I want to know
if he really loves me so
in his kiss there's fire,
nowhere else I can know.
I felt this flame in one love
I find it again!
Because it's right
because I own this fire
and my lover owns same
No it's never too soon
or too late for true love
to meet half way masked
The Kiss! Anxient fire
ages asleep awakens díer
twin flames unrequieted.
Memory ignition the key
We long to see that face,
we die to hear that voice
our beloved breaths on.
Our grail lost found
so many times before
so many lifetimes on and on
twin soul ancient divine
the cosmic law of attraction
pairs up beings knowing
what we cannot unravel
we ask to see to marvel
as life times we struggle.
May we meet to tangle.
Let's not live of trinkets
dreams and memories
alone, sharks we are
no liquor can makes us
a sharks meal.
Why become ramora!
We're rascals Rhett
and his Scarlet renewed.
This world will never
own us, let's own it
we are the authors
of our own life and destiny
We know, we intuit
we are loved cherished
in ways so deep no words
exist to describe our
joy and happiness
the battomless loss
abyss free us in courage.
what we ask to see lifetimes before
is now reveled and revered.
~~~~
Oh the silky breath
my Angel once withdrawn
in sadness
my love returns priceless.
Softly as rose petals tikling
memory chip's lock snapping
the long gap banished.
~~~
By:Karijinbba.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 8:23 PM UTC
A repost:
A Roman poem written before The birth of Christ, inspired the title Gone With The wind
with Scarlett and Rhett Butler
But here you see only old
confessions of a man's true love for his beloved who is all gone
-Or-
(Or a woman's true love for
her beloved runner wishing she could have chased.)
~~~
CYNAR*A.
~~~~~
Last night yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! Thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was grey:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! The night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
~~~~~~~
By:Ernest Dowson
For:RhettlvScarlet.
to honor Karijinbba
in her great loss and healing
of her memory chip.
~~~~~~
Copy Rights.
~~~~
Ernest Dowson (1867-1900) died of alcoholism at the age of 32. His downward spiral began at age 23 when he fell for an 11 year old girl who would spurn him at 14 when he proposed marriage.
The following year, in 1894 his father died from an overdose. Dowson's mother
hanged herself within a year of her husband's death.
Soon after this dual tragedy Dowson left for France before returning back to England in 1897. Curiously he lived with the family of his unrequited love. Penniless, heartbroken and filling the empty voids in his life with alcohol, Dowson would spend the last six weeks of his life in the cottage of the Oscar Wilde biographer Robert Sherard who had found him
drunk in a bar.
Speaking of Oscar Wilde, he wrote after Dowson's death of a,"Poor wounded wonderful fellow that he was, a tragic reproduction of all tragic poetry, like a symbol, or a scene.
I hope bay leaves will be laid on his tomb and rue and myrtle too for he knew what true love
unrequieted love was."
~~~~~
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
*Creativity has its own life
Longing to be free
It's something I must do
Though you may never see
Do these words mean I'm crazy?
It may be that I am
I just let my feelings show
But control myself, I can
You moved into another place
Between casual and intense
It begs for some attention
I'm just trying to make some sense
How should I act around you?
What am I allowed to say?
Our lovers would not understand
And assume we will wander away
I want to be close to you
We have a connection
But life says no for us
So I must accept its rejection
I want to know you
It's clear for you to see
You can be my friend
Are you thinking of me?
Maybe I'm being presumptious
Something I need to be told
Are you just being polite?
Am I being too bold?
I've thought more than this
It's hidden from your view
I want to tell you what I think
But can I trust you?
I can be your confidant
Your secret's safe with me
You'll never have to wonder
If I'll reveal for all to see
My age a curse
Yet equally a blessing
I may be too old for you
But I'll never keep you guessing
I give everything I have
Yet never lose control
I am not unemotional
I let my feelings roll
I know who I am
And sadness is part of life
I can live within it
I will remove the knife
It's because I believe in me
Regardless of who says what
I am very strong inside
No matter how deep the cut
But your beauty cannot be ignored
Even though that is what's required
My fantasy world, unrequieted but alive
Focuses on you, something to be admired
It may be you are appalled
You didn't ask for this
You have chosen your path
And wish to follow your bliss
Confusing as it can be
It's obviously the wrong time
It doesn't help your life in any way
I'll never say you're mine
True as this may be
I still think you're great
But I will leave you alone
And accept my life's fate
In a different world we can thrive
Seeing through our mind's eye
It doesn't have to be about the flesh
We will never have to lie
It may be that close friendship
Spiced with coy flirtations
Is all that we will ever have
No matter our inner sensations
It is ok for you to know
That I think you are so attractive
I will continue on with my life
And not be so reactive
But if you need to confide
And tell me what you think
I will gladly lend an ear
From the cup of honesty we will drink
Do not be afraid of closeness
Outside of your spoken vows
You can reveal yourself to others
It can be managed with what life allows
But it's back to the reality
Of what it all means
I'll go back to my world
And see you in my dreams*
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
i kiss, the nape of your neck,
while you still sleep
and inhale you.
spearmint, sandlewood
and citrus combined
with clean sweat.
you stir and roll over,
you are healthy
and in your prime.
more than my heart stirs, more than your heart, responds.
your lips, meet my skin
for the first time,
allover again.
i am drawn...
like moth to flame .
i am before you,
barely, contained,
but your teasing,
tendril,torching, tongue
scatters me to
richochet,
without
thought or sense.
my lips seek
the curve of your
collar bone and neck
as if to feast
upon your soul.
my hand behind
your head holding,
kneeding, that spot
on the top tip of spine
that makes you growl.
our desires grow deep,
our arousal complete,
we move,
to connect our hips
in early morning,
grinding, greeting,
i quiver,
as you,
rampant,
touch my lips...
....and our son
begins to wail and sob.
we break,
with regret.... unrequieted.
i go to see to him,
you, to a cold shower.
our day begins,
with love and frustration.
but then,
there is always, the art of...
delayed gratification.....
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
See the only love I have ever been in is
Unrequited
You didn’t need me
Nor want me
But I couldn’t get enough of you
So I grabbed onto you like you were the last ticket out of this town
And I never let go even though I knew
All the trains had stopped running years ago
And that you could never really save me.
I still held on.
I have never been in the kind of love where things are simple.
I love you and you love me
Is something I have never been a part of.
So when I say I’m in love,
Do not think I am happy.
Do not think we share our secrets at four o’clock in the morning
Or that he knows the exact shade of green of my eyes
like I know the bruises on the back of his hand.
Because this love is not like that.
This love is not patient, nor is it kind.
It is hard
And I am hurting
But there is no-one to kiss it better.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
And the memories came rushing
and lead me back to that unforgettable day i told myself that i was going to stop loving him because
he would never love me back anyway
i promised myself
to stop looking at him, even when every beautiful corner of his lips curved into that pretentious smirk
and so i told myself to stop getting goosebumps around every little inch of my body, even the most secret places
from his melodic laughter
and it was the toughest thing i've ever done
but being the hopeless romantic i am i
thought that love was just something to forget
and it wasn't before i saw you
years later with that other girl
i understood every love song i've ever heard about broken hearts
and every poem i've read about unrequieted love
and i realised that
i never really stopped loving you
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
It is my past that now speaks
It is good enough that I love you
I know how from afar
I am strong enough not to have you
I understand what you want
And take no offense to your absence
Though I dream of our nights together
It is our lives that matter most
And not our struggles together
It is a destiny that only gathers time
With no purpose other than our longing
And that is how it must live on
Until what must pass gives its consent
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC