"wildy" poems
Tell the truth about the way we loved.
Savagely
Fervidly
Passionately
Wildy
We burned down the walls of our own bedroom
We gave the stars a show
The shore something to grab hold of...
We were endless
Brilliant in our together
Innovators in our type of beautiful.
We inspired...
Men to love women whose mind's were worth
kneeling for,
And women who loved men with respect worth
submitting to...
Tell them how we loved
Tell them
Their was love
in the way our feet moved
in relation to the other
The way our eyes danced through
all of these people
Till their was something worth settling on...
For me it was you...
For you it will forever be me...
I will tell them...
because sometimes the things that burn
the brightest tend to leave one breathless...
In a world so self contained...
We could not burn down these walls for our beautiful...
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
For the second time in March we have snow
Could someone please wake spring from her slumber
She should be here by now fighting the good fight, wiping clean the wintersmiths frosty drawings
Last year she had tucked him away
She had read him his bedtime story
Last year we had seventeen, this year we have merely two
How he must be laughing, running amok through the hills and the valleys
Turning everything white with a wave of his hand
But where is she? Even he must miss her so, even he must be longing to dance
Still it is not his place to question
He can only do what is in him to do
With a sigh he exhales a bitter northerly wind and coats the confused daffodil with a jacket of ice
Then off he goes dancing alone
Spinning wildy through the towns like a leaf in a web
Stopping only to place his hands on those foolish enough to leave flesh exposed
Maybe she has forsaken us
Maybe she has resigned her post
Like when the last ice age hit and she took a sabbatical
I hope she has just slept in
Or maybe she is just getting ready for the grandest of entries
Yes let us hope she is just sorting through her vast collection of colourful dresses
Because if she does not appear and dance the dance of seasons change
If she doesn't take the wintersmith by the hand and sing him softly to sleep
Then that giant golden skinned adonis of a man summer will not come!
Without her he will not appear
Without her beauty we will not feel the warmth of his love
Oh someone please wake spring from her slumber
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
today you could chose
to be silent or to shout
to sulk or to sway
to stall, simmer or bubble forth, overflow.
you decide.
your call.
but today,
i wish for you to dance
(just a wish, mind you)
a twist, a two-step, a waltz in solo
or just lose it wildy alone in the yard
with a flurry of smiles, adorning your face
your limbs undulate in synch
with the colors of your dress in a blur
brown curls sailing with the breeze
your blue eyes buried in stifled laughter
your fingers curl in beguiling pose
while you sway your hips
like cursive graffiti upon a sacred wall
sweat rising on hallowed ground
celebrating the impossible chance
that you even ******* exist.
should you opt to dance
please bury your troubles away
there is time enough to be sad another day
break out like a malady of mirth
infect us fervent with your delicious antics
we know you are crazy enough
to be trusted with our pernicious lives
for there are those of Us gathered
wandering souls with bated breath
to see your feet convulse in rhythm
and lead the parade.
i take my place in the crowd,
throw in my well-wishes
in that big vat of love a-boiling
in the center of the square
ready to see you go nuts.
you decide.
your call.
dance,
for the sake of dancing
love,
for the sake of loving.
so listen to the song spinning.
just maybe,
you could grant me the honor
of capturing your untamed vision
paint it with fierce abandon on this canvass
and offer it as my humble gift.
happy that you were born.
honored to meet you
right at the corner of this universe.
best wishes on your birthday!
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
The sweet never grows old
Or so it has been said silently and fortold
But one never knows what fortune may hold
Fortune, the misguided traveler
Whom, winds wildy send
That,in dandy-lionic fashion is fortune's fend
All the troubles of tyrants have brought to bend
There you find him, dicingly deciding
Riguriously rolling away, not minding
This carousing of carelessness
Is what bought and sold him his business
And business is good
The lifestyle and the luxurious lude
All was pefect, even the mood
But that's the aroura allure
Falling into flooding failure
And business is too good
Lucious conditioning can have one fooled
Fortune is not to be mettled with or tooled
Now it is time for this traveler to be leaved
All the misspoiled one needs is his soul to be retrieved
Luckyliy the lucid fortune's duty has been relieved
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
your arms are etched
with red and black
they're the story of summer that I look back
on
have i forgotten the sound of the waves
the soft of the cushion
the games that we played
we learned different strategy
and sing different tunes
my only regret is
that i missed the moons
which marked all the hours
of the days that we spent;
we didn't know curses
we didn't pay rent
the days idled wildy
the nights sauntered on,
your arms tell the story
of the summer that's gone
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:10 PM UTC
there is beauty in innocent intelligence
where the elder sister disturb the younger sister through the window i of class
just so that they can go back earlier
through the changing times of the world
and the storm of wild emotions
it is warm to know that life as humans ages and eons ago, likely shared the same experiences and innocent amusing through the times and ages
we cant ever escape our emotion but rather should deal with it
one way or another
we will never know how
there is just so many ways to handle
all most likely already been explored or trialed
it might work or not
we will not know
through the world
beyond innocent laugher and simple joy
the darkness and terror eludes
how can we stay pure and not judge with such
or how can we be a terror but find pureness
life and human world
is a wildy conflicting place
how can we know for sure
what is what
Jun 11, 2023
Jun 11, 2023 at 12:47 AM UTC