no more than 4 lines.... and we need them to rhyme...
Though tired after a long day
I am staying up writing
Just having my say
beginning a rhyme that will go on and on......
now it is a poor beginning but i am tired..
anyone want to add next lines
keep it rhyming
maybe this is a really bad idea... and we should quit while we are ahead
Noooo ! Don't stop.
Me too :
Infinite white pages
slowly filled word by word
thoughts often sharp like a sword
Mineral memories frozen for ages...
I like this game
hunger and wanting,
a hidden treasure
deep in this poem
just write at your leisure......
found in black and white spaces
are locks and keys for secret places
the wanderers among pages
lost through lands and ages
though waiting to be found....
in the air and on the ground
secrets hidden in hearts and minds
He who has the key ... is the one who finds...
hidden indeed is the treasure
thirst is never quenched, hunger never satiated
of the one who seeks to grasp its measure
for that illusion vanishes as soon as it is created
And I'll leave this heart of mine,
For the lonely one to find,
And break the soft caress
of sweet tenderness
A tender heart a tender mind.....
search for it and try to find
A sweet caress, a smile so warm
A protective hand to keep you from harm
As the pitter patter of rain
beats against the window pane
someone softly calls my name
and says it's time to begin a game
seagulls flying across blue sky,
glad am I, glad am I
sunlight playing on waters blue down by,
glad am I, glad am I
blue horizons revealing land hills high,
glad am I, glad am I
The journey is almost done, my love's waiting has now become brief.
As blue becomes deep, the wind gently drives me towards her kind relief.
velvety black with white diamond light
i sit back and look up into the night
for mystical and magical sights do I see
and what may be up there that's looking back at me
Who's looking back? I do not know?
Are they like us? Are they friend or foe?
Asking the same questions, perhaps they look
toward their night sky, their celestial book.
I wish I could find the perfect love.
The one that last forever.
I wish I could find the perfect love.
My heart would cherish that favor.
They are the ones that all will tell,
fables of old, magickal spells,
Misteries hidden in caves and wells,
Mythical waters where white nymphs dwell.
I have not trod this path before
though I've heard it in tales of lore
of all the myst'ries under lock and seal
to await some moment to reveal
Then you will come across the bank
Of river Styx. And fast and frank
The boatman's coming for your soul.
Oh hurry up ! Give him your gold!
too wise you are
too wise you be
i see you are
too wise for me...
A moment of oblivion
Descends from this horizon
A respite clear and pure
And free of manic imaginings
Gold holds no value
But the glitter of its allure.
I rest my heart along this path
Of words contributed
By souls yet to meet
And soothe my weary feet.
one step at a time ...
let's take it slow
talk about the places
where you and I may go
A little wine
A kiss divine
Under the moon and the stars above
The perfect place for a couple in love
Lovers ride the night on a moon horse
caring not of fate ahead, in tight embrace
white silver light casts over their aerial course
world enters a new day, lovers found the perfect place...
a blue rose by a different name
Even though The time zone is the same
Horse tilted toward the moon
Looks like the journey will start
As the air heady with perfume
Fills every living being
No voice is left silent
As loves hunger arouses the soul
The soul and the spirit
And everything beside
The horse starts to canter
Hang on for the ride
towards silent treasure not many will ever know
a love glistening beyond pleasure roam
their selfless hearts up the measure
true love has found its test
unconditional hearts divinely mesh
Two hearts now are beating as one at last
Shyness and sadness are a thing of the past
As the moon shines down on the loving pair
People stop in their tracks to sit and stare
As the lovers embrace,and they shoot the next scene
A film made in paradise ......soon for the big screen
light knock at my door.
would that be someone gently calling ?
outside, snow was covering the moore
The blue light descending from the sky was strangely warming
between my thighs
Mornng glory,cuddle and rest
Simple pleasurs within our nest
Sunday paper, Twix and tea
Some fond pleasures for you and me
Amazing Grace !
dampness sweet in my head
riding your hills and valleys
blue becomes red...
sleep has come to capture me
to dance apon a dreaming sea
yet inhibitions wont leave me be
- i need to wake so urgently
so i can caress your fingertips
and wonder at those heavy thighs
and i can kiss your sleeping lips
and see your lovely lieing eyes.
For my freedom to rest,
After a hictic day is infrighed,
By a stroke of fun and loneliness,
That though arose some nostalgia,
I itch to see you close as cloth,
And the wind of pleasure,
Blossom an exquisite taste,
That swept my feet to bow,
At an estacy yet uncovered,
kisses so long as the beginning of time.
Time has been kind
in streams of wine
singing in the hollows
of a love Divine.
She wears around her neck a beautiful chain
A gift from this man of the night
He wants to keep her close to him
Will not let her away from his sight
But how folorn is her heart in the night,
Time stands still whilst her mind takes plight,
Of beautiful meadows with frolicking does,
Outside her murk of pining window.
Across the sea is where she wishes to be,
With heart strung words, spoken happily,
Upon her ears like tender kisses;
He is the one she truly misses.
she flies through sky , Rather than the sea....
Later today around two or three
kisses and cuddles .......she embraces
Her lover takes her to many different places
bleeding love down the vine
hope it's only a matter o time
for flesh connection as of heart and mind
the power of two, mystery to find
when darkness fall,
The tears of heavens fall,
And the ocean stormed,
cold and fear mixed in mind,
Her strong hold on blanket,
To sort the soul in loneliness,
Then a door ajar,
A swift move approaches,
Who could that be?
A mystery locked within the power of two..
Amazing what a * can do...
When it appears upon the screen
The fantasy emerges it becomes a dream
The slumber is short,
cut by a familiar touch,
And a subtle kiss on the chin,
gently she open her eyes,
Her beloved hero,
By the bed in his pajamas,
With a seductive smile in his face,
His eyes are red longing for a hug,
a dream so real
can't help but feel
tantilizing tickle upon his smooth skin
the magical flow, racing heart within
Brenda S. is "Bringing it" with the Poe-try...
Calling on all to write Poems for everyone to see...
Poem Words form at the heart...Begging to be Free...
Bringing us together for a purpose...aligning our Words...
yes come on give all the poets a nudge.... we will get it published..... give that Chris A a gentle nudge someone please...
but she turns and walks the other way
fed up now of all his play
Sends him of and laughs with glee
eats chocolate in front of the wide screen t.v.
But she cannot resist him as he sucks her toe
and willingly plays along.
The penguin in chocolate lies
With walrus singing his song.
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