Thursday, June 25, 2009

My Treasure .. Picture Poem

A slow lazy like wake, crawls across the lake clear blue surface
Reflecting all the beauty that surrounds it
The peaks and valleys of the mountains, the silhouette of the song birds, as they fly and fill the air with their sweet soothing love songs
As the vibrant green color of the tress, slowly lean with the north wind,
The blue of Gods sky, with patches of white clouds, heightens its beauty
The reflection of the sun, and it's warming rays bouncing off the water surface, bringing warmth that penetrates so deep, it feels like it touches your inner soul
But with all Gods wonderful creations, he did his best in the creation of you
Just like the lake wake, your outer beauty reflects all that's good that surrounds you
Your inner being is what makes you so beautiful
It pores from within and beams thru me, all the way to my soul, filling me with rays of your love
Your love touch me like the north wind, refreshing my will to go through everyday tolls
Your innocence reflex off your body, for all the world to see, and all that see it, stare at you with envy
Your touch makes my blood boil with desire, filling my heart with love hotter then molten fire
Your voice sings to me like a morning songbird, bringing a calm to my life
How could a man be so lucky to have someone like you for a wife?
I stand her marveling at Gods best creation, thanking him for letting me be the one,
To be bestowed with his highest of all treasure, the keeper of your love

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Devotion ... A Clerihew Style Poem ....

This poem was written by Miss Terry and 1manview Inspired by Miss Terry Kindness

Standing beside you in the warmth of the day
Knowing that you are always going to stay
Watching you breath this winter's night air
Hoping that love is going to be fair

Because, before my heart was in despair
It was given to another who didn't care
Then came your love that was so big and true
Making my heart beat once again, like new

Like a gift from heaven you were bestowed
Making my heartbeat forever steady and slow
You have given me a love like I have never had before
Finally setting my restless soul free, so it can soar....

Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, usually aabb.
The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Sunburned ... Prose poem ... ( Written For A Friend )

I can see clearly know
Where my heart was, there's now a hole
Empty, silent, the pain is now bearable
In the still of the new night, I watch the moon rise
The burning sun has long settle out of sight
The cool calm of the wind, gently blows across my flesh
Slowly easing my pain, soothing my soul, as it caress my flesh in this passing moment
My thoughts are not of you, but of me
My love you lost, my thrust you'll never have anymore, my touch you'll never feel again
I lost nothing but a bad memory of suffering
You were suppose to feel my heart with kindness and admiration
But instead, you stole what was left in reserve
Filled your stomach with affection, fulfilled your appetite of lust, while holding my love captive
Now you are a memory, a memory like an ocean wake
that crashes into the shore, then it slowly dissipates, while another one comes, and replaces it
Your memory can't overshadow the one before you, and it won't compare to the one after you
Now with my mind at ease, I’ll just have to sit here and wait
Wait for your memory to dissipate, then catch the next wave, of true love

Monday, June 15, 2009

Surrender ... Tanka Poem ...

Surrender to me 

Every soft beat of your heart 

Fill it with my love 

Let it touch your lonesome soul 

While making both of us whole

Tanka is a Japanese poetry type of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the rest of seven. Tanka is the oldest type of poetry in Japan.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Revelation 2 (I feel).. Prose Poem

I stand in the shadows, hiding the being of me. I feel you thoughts, I see you reaching out.. I want to give you all you need, which in turn, will pull both our souls into the light of day... 
I imagine the softness of you lips, deeply meshing on mines, and the curvature of your soft flesh, under the tip of my fingers 
Now my mind envisions a deep embrace, impaling the firmness of your bosom into the hardness of my chest 
Your soft breathe whispering on my flesh… Your womanly scent enticing my mind, as our eyes meet in a deep stare, joining our minds thoughts into that of one 
Surrender is not what I want, but absolute of the mind is want I need 
I do not wish to lead, nor do I wish to follow, but I need to feel us as one, so the being of me can come out the shadows, so it can be shared with the being of you, in the basking sunlight..

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Musical Slumber ... Prose Poem

Quiet, soft, just above a whisper you breathe, laying still next to me, peacefully laying on your side 
Wrapped in my loving arms, holding you from behind 
My hand holds on your soft warm breast, while giving it a loving gentle caress 
I hear and feel the music of your silent sleep, as you rest while in peace 
Believing in me that I will protect you, from all harm and dangers as you sleep 
A sign of your upmost respect, as you slumber in your sleep very deep 
A lethargic heartbeat is felt on my hands, beating in rhythm of your quiet breathing 
Like a bass drum, it keeps everything in time with the rest of your body's music 
Up then down your chest keeps in time, as my ear tune in to your inner song of love trust 
Gravity pulls my hat to the floor, breaking the silence in the room 
Your body orchestra stops as you curl into my body tighter to see if your protector is still there 
My hand grips your breast tighter, letting you know I'm here for you 
Your body relax and your orchestra picks back up, the tune that it was playing 
I tune in once again and once I feel that everything has fallen back into rhythm, my body falls asleep and plays alone with your body's musical song 

Friday, June 5, 2009

Wet Dream ........ ( Oddquain Poem )

Warm cold chills
Exciting thrilling 
Exuberant, refreshing

Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 
1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines.