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Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: body, death, fantasy, kiss, love, me, morning, ocean, sea, winter,

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



                         Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone 
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were moist, her face was pale 
.........her eyes were moist, her face was pale

“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn



                         BETH’S TALE

1             The Dream

One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...the Ship was struck where winter stormed
.........the Ship was struck where winter stormed

Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the surf entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the surf entombed

Your James… deceived by Davy Jones! 
With spirit freed, his flesh and bones
...now rest amongst the ashen Stones
.........now rest amongst the ashen Stones” 



2              The Quest

Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light

Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades in dreams of darkness groan 
.........where shades in dreams of darkness groan 

While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry

For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew -
..my jewel of joy, my James Bijou   
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou

The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled

The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold -
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled

A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned

I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died

The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him

Between the willows in the swale
Bewailed a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint, my body frail
.........which left me faint, my body frail



3             Contact

I felt him breathe within a breeze  
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees

“Eternal love, my darling Beth” 
Enshrined within a final breath 
...re-echoed from the Ship of Death
.........re-echoed from the Ship of Death 

The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, a wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death’d been moored
...below, the icy ocean roared
.........below, the icy ocean roared



4              Release

I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone



                         Epilogue
That night the wayward winds were weird 
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared

At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled

The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red



                         Epitaph
Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love,

The Book Of Her Body

I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,

I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,

Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,

I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines,  tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -

J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, best friend, body, desire, devotion, love,

Rebel Girl

She doesn't believe in quiet love
wasn't born to bleed shyly,
couldn't care about the cost of conquest,

Too beautiful to be bitter, and too young to be cynical,
a cerebral seducer, a critical killer of caution,
too clever to be a casualty of competition,
the antithesis of a quiter
a warrior woman first,
the woman for whom I thirst,

When the battles are long
with the night swallowing safety
and your armor heavy
come to me with body ready,
be naked in my handsome hands
which grip your fatigued feet as if they are my clay of choosing,
sit into me in a bath of luxurious warmth, chamomile lavender calm,
Rebel Girl, happy and hugged with your back against my caring chest,
trusting my rubbing, loving my touching,
your lips moving in silent approval,

The war will return for us
testing our bruised wings of heart,
but tonight we defend this castle of loyal love
sheltered from storm and suffering  -

J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: emotions, i love you, love, romance, romantic, sensual, sexy,

Your Body, Your Touch

Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.

Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.


Poem Details | by Alyssa Waters |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, bible, body, books, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, cry, dedication, emotions, eve, evil, faith, father, fear, feelings, first love, forgiveness, friendship, religion, religious, remember, women,

Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree


Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: body, desire, love, soulmate,

On Sunday Morning


Possess
have
hold
enjoy
control
dominate...

Baby choose your verb
this Saturday night I intend
to explore so very many of them...

You taste sweet
like oranges
liquid sunshine in my mouth...

Let us drink from the fountain of love
where every drop
is eternal passion...

Let us supernova
creating new worlds
as we crash into one another

upon the soft surface of my mattress
a cloud in the darkness
our bodies falling together like rain...

Let us be animals
as animals
don't know sin...

I LOVE you
that is a beginning
that is the end

that is everything...

On Sunday morning
brown and silky soft
Sermon
of your skin...

The altar
of your hair...

The goddess curve
of your hips

will have me
speaking
in tongues...
~ ~ ~


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: addiction, adventure, body, dedication, happiness, heart, life, love,

ACTING OUT

           Acting Out

Standing, lying, falling, crawling, I keep trying, crying, lying, rhyming, love is blinding
I play, obey, eat, -I digest, caress the softness, when I'm blinking, I'm found sinking 
I find myself thinking, walking, talking, mocking, craving, misbehaving, and dreaming
Shake, break, my heart can't take, I smile, in style, small thoughts, are all I got
I'm lazy, hazy, I get crazy, I shout, when in doubt, Acting Out, that's what I'm all about

By:) 


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: body, creation, love,

Still Out Back

Hints of warmer days and barbeque dreams
filter through the last gasps of winter air
cold drinks and late nights soon to be seen
through tiny openings of the back door screen

I've been knocked down, stained and hammered 
screwed tight over and over and about to be stripped
laid out, measured, broken, rotted and ripped
rained on, burnt up and walked upon by lesser men

I'm weathered and worn but I'm still alive out back
my creaks tell a different story as I sway in the wind
inebriated adventures still speak of regretful moments of sin
the birds have all used me and I'm barely hanging on

Still standing in a spot of your last shooting star wish
Waiting for some attention and that first springtime kiss


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: desire, heaven, love, lust, magic, senses, sensual,

Your Body My Temple Collaboration with Nicholas Wallbridge

My Prince come take me I need your saving
For your the one who has my body craving

I'm no Prince but I shall not falter
Twixt your silken thighs is my alter

Laying me tenderly back onto our bed
As you kiss me from toes to head

On bended knee my lips worship you
this rising ardour I cannot subdue

You take my breath as yours fills me
Kissing me deeply passion needs set free

I drink from your cup as you overflow
Taste of you sublime as only a lover can know

Our desire rises with expected zeal
bodies in a frenzy with heat we feel

Entwined in your molten embrace
Wish to savor you ,setting a languid pace

Nerve endings so raw from your touch
Need release from this frenzy, feels too much

You're the Temple in which I reside
the prayer answered this fire inside

When passion explodes with fevered desire
My whole being feels like fireworks set afire

A symphony of explosive release
In your arms I have found blessed peace


Collaboration with Nicholas Wallbridge


Poem Details | by John Henry Galas |
Categories: beauty, body, cute love, for her, funny, i love you, princess,

You Are Beautiful

I don't care if you are inaccurate.
I don't care if you're a tomboy.
I don't care if you're an oval or a circle.
I don't care where you come from or what you were.
I don't even care if you have a coconut cream pie-in-the-face.
You are good.
You are perfect.
You are a princess.
And I will always love you.
Like you should love yourself.


Poem Details | by twanna Irisha |
Categories: childhood, daughter, depression, faith, family, father, growing up, inspirational, life, religion, sad, sympathy, day, child, father, me, old, body, child, day, father, love, me, old,

Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdenedI will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: love, hair, body, river, rose,

Farm Girl

On a Sussex farm works a golden haired girl
Surrounded by guys as she makes their hearts twirl
But her love and soul are miles away
In a Highlanders heart, she hopes to meet one day.
 
Its nearly a year since they were first in touch
As she's grown to adore him oh so much
Her delight will be, is too invite him down
And show him round her lovely town.
 
Her joy and smiles, as she holds his hand
Her heart pounding as she feels a million grand
Stopping for cuddles as they share a kiss
With her Highlander she's in sheer bliss.
 
The countryside where this English Rose stays
Flowering crops grow and animals graze
Noisy tractors Harvesters reap
Under a blistering sun, the baaing of sheep.
 
In her yellow dress, flowing golden hair
She takes his hand, as they climb the stair
Above up here is where we keep the hay
Again she takes his hand and down they lay.
 
Facing each other they start to kiss
This English rose in her mind she wish
To share her body with her Highlander
To adjoin their bodies as their loving stirs.
 
As they undress each other on this summers day
Bare skin warms the golden hay
Passions flow as their hands explore
Loving scent from their loving pores
Joys and sighs, they feel their bodies mix
Emotions and feelings in adrenalin fix.
 
Warmed and content,consumed in each others arms
Two heavenly bodies sharing each others charms
Kissing and cuddling on the flattened hay
As they stand up and look where they just once lay.
 
Dishevelled clothes, hair astray 
This loving couples summers play
Standing embrace their bodies quiver
Holding hands they head to the river.
 
At the river bank they undress each other
Under a shaded green leafy cover
Her naked body and long golden hair
Makes him proud to be standing there.
 
As they enter the river 
They caress and wash each other
Under this shaded leafed cover
They kiss and embrace to share their love
Under the leafy tree, chirping birds all above.
 
Heading home hand in hand
This loving couple feeling two million grand
They head to bed, spooned and cosy
This Highlander and his English Rosie.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php


Poem Details | by Carolyn Dye |
Categories: black african american, devotion, loss, passion, god, me, woman, body, god, love, me,

WHAT SEX AM I

I was born a woman body full of curves an soft blush breastsOne day I awoke wanting to tell someone wanting to confessI like women the ones of my own sexI love the way they look and moveI love the feel and the smell of a woman's bodyI've met a young woman and this i believe is realShe means the world to me,yet I was put on earth to give my heart and my body to a manMen have hurt me and let me down to no endI always knew I was differnt from my freinds afraid to let them know it turned me on to look at themSo I tried to hide behind what society wanted me to be a woman in every wayUntil I found love and could no longer deny what I feltI made love to her the way no man couldshe loved the way I touched, held, and caressed hermade her feel things no other couldShe asked me when it was done, What sex am I? I told her a woman like you , I just know how you want to feel, she smiled and kissed me againGod forgive me I know it's a sinI'm in love with a woman what am I to do? God forgive my sinsI'm in love with a woman and it may mean hell.


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, emotions, feelings, god, imagery, love, spiritual,

A Spirit Leaves the Body Seeking Eternity

A Spirit leaves the body while crying aloud as
Cursing blind hate enters without conscience 
A Hell for the wicked casting names as called
Tears of love weeping in sorrow and anguish 
Dripping red from the heart beating so dear
Devouring feelings eating into emotions I laugh so
To stop the weeping stirring in deep rocks below
Echoing waves of turbulence and such gale force 
Inside one soulful cry sounds in a whispered dream
Begging, desiring to move on from this mortal coil!

But pray tell—must wicked negation like this be
Ever so, if so, then why so?? 
Man-made negation, negativity should never be 
Allowed and the soulful cry must be heard, answered
Divine intervention, angelic powers to the rescue!

A Spirit leaving the body—a solemn event it is
There is no place for such mortal wickedness in this
Instance as the Spirit begins it transformative ascent
Toward the Heavens and the power of the Almighty
Shall answer in kind those mortals who bring their
Perfidy to this most wondrous process that severs 
The mortal bonds of the Earth dimension as the 
Spirit moves on in its new found state and presence
As Peace and Happiness envelop it soothingly and pure
Preparing it for God’s most precious embrace into Eternity!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,         
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 6, 2015)                          
(Free Verse)


Poem Details | by yesica lantigua |
Categories: lost love, love, nostalgia, passion, time, longing,

My Body

My Body is living in a broken Valley of Kisses Each Night longing to Be held in your arms until the Morning


Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: africa, angel, beauty, body, desire, flower, girl, love, memory, pride,

Tiara in Her

This picture I pick is not her own,
It could be for a bimbo or a night trig
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a sissy or a bleaching wig.
This picture I hold is not her own,
It could be for a lousy or a neglected lass.
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a demon or a girlie class.

This picture I pick is no doubt her own,
It's obvious in her spotless face and her passionate grin.
This picture with me is really her own,
It's obvious in her modest crown and her sincere chin.
This picture I hold is no doubt her own,
It's obvious in her ideal stroll with her gorgeous rose.
This picture with me is really her own,
It's obvious in her charming blouse and her classy pose.



Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: devotion, faith, forgiveness, upliftingworld, body, love,

A Promise to God (Co-written with John Moses Freeman)

Come December 21, two thousand and twelve
On the winter solstice, mankind may burn in hell
As man's Creator, I've sent multiple warnings
Nostradamus, the Mayans, Hopi Indians
All believed there was still time to reverse this course
But My warnings have ceased, even My voice grows hoarse
 
     Dear Father, my sacred heart is of course willing
     Though mind be the enmity of Christ's blood spilling 
     My center most being, with Your spirit's all seeing
     The sacrifice of Your son saves souls of all beings
     Father, though slay my flesh, Thou hast immortal stash
     For Thou has the Adamantine, the adamant cash
 
This is not the response I expected from you
My warnings so long unheeded have made me blue
You are my children and I vow to save your souls
But to save your flesh, you will have to meet these goals
Let the evil wars end, allow nature to thrive
Cast aside all notions of greed to stay alive
 
     I shall heed with God speed to sow the righteous seed
     My love will manifest, for 'tis my soul's main heed
     I shall present my flesh body as this soul's alarm
     I shall not conform, from this world I shall transform
     Holy acceptably my receptacle sin free
     By my renewed mind transformed by Christ's mind shall be
 
I will spare your flesh if your words prove to be true
In turn, dire prophesies I promise to undo
Encouraged am I to hear you express remorse
It was never My wish to take action so coarse
To save body and soul, I sacrificed my Son
It has been My wish that all men will live as one

     Forgive Father, so shall I speak just this once more
      As Thou has given thus this world for to explore
     ‘Twas a parasite seed from derivative mind's greed
     Brought forth by chance, a wild branch, doeth Thou not concede
     Purgeth my wild branch of chance, ‘tis your right to do
     That I might pursue Your true vine, my love be true


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, body, for him, imagery, imagination, lust, mystery,

Love Falls

You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided

We stand upon the edge like devils daring nature’s wrath
Your heels wrap around the very rim that border you and I from the air
The sky blue black vapors swirl into dark wonder vanishing, the stars like eyes flashing
As you whisper fiercely in my ear, daring me to push the limit
Begging me with pupils that reflect my own desires

Your entwining smile rivets in me nerve beyond present night
I squeeze the angels out of you in one melodious measure of movement
Encumbering you in all of me, rattling your frames 
A lasting forest tall as terror thrilled upon a demon possessed storm

I push us off the sheer edge,
As we spiral in the depths of the ocean’s welcoming mouth
The weight of our past and present sufferings melting into complete passion
Cradling us in the bed of her deepest, darkest waters
My lips meeting the substance of your future words
Your tongue running along the traces of silence ever kept
Deep into the screams of inner woe, embellishing warmth from head to toe

Surrounded by the echoey, treasured lines of your heart,
Mastered from the very start
You lift me high into the love falls
Splashes of poetry dispersing my hair all around
Our eyes staring into each other’s
Locked into a world like no other

With revitalizing surety otherwise crippling,
With the deep dip of your sexy soul and perforating body, 
I enter the realm of your rapturous reality
Captured willingly in your picturesque hungers 
Through the very tunnel of your never-ending eyes…
The penetrating roars of your fulfillment take me by surprise

Yes, you, my love, you
Took me there tonight…
For down within those depths with you I would have eagerly allowed
The sorrows and agonies of my doubts to succumb
For inside the ancient oceans of your poetry do we love
We prevail as seraphs released from the prisons of poverty-stricken despair
Their descending smiles fermenting scents of eternal ecstasy

---

~For Justin Bordner's "Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place" Contest
~Thank you again for inspiring! Lots of love! 


Poem Details | by Bernadette Langer |
Categories: introspection, love, passion, heart, pain, body, heart, love, me,

Lies Of Perfection

in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near 
yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses
familiar pain rears, sits nonchalantly, laughing, taunting me 
is it I who am loved or am I just involved in the act of love 
the end justifying the means, a single moment, a brief interlude 
conveniently remembered and enacted, how can one truly tell? 

I opened my heart and yet I know, I'm not what he was looking for
the knowledge leaves me cold and saddened, ice forming around my core 
rejection, inferiority, second best, all words that accurately describe 
yet leave no telltale signs of the great pain that they have inflicted 
reality and yet my hands roam freely his body as I welcome him inside 
to lie buried deep within my being, my heart beating furiously

the sheer joy of being loved blocking out the fear, feeding on hope 
even if his emotions are not real, every fibre of my being yearns 
to one day capture all his love, to see it expressed in his eyes 
to silently carve my essence indelibly upon his heart,
to feel it in his smiles warmth, as his eyes adore each curve  
the knowledge that says you are mine and I will love you always 

everyone wants perfection, those that know that they are not 
nor ever will be the one, suffer from the lies of perfection 
so here I lie, accepting the very little that is being offered 
praying to someday find more, existing in that in between world 
between shadow and light, where nothing is clear, everything is shaded
needing to be perfection to someone, as I breathe deeply with eyes drifting into 
my dreams, helplessly staring across the bed of my future
 


Poem Details | by Mariah Lopez |
Categories: absence, beach, body, i love you,

La Sirena

I long to be with you, to walk along the sand.
As the sunset shimmers, pink and orange and warm,
It dances with the waves, as I wish to dance too.
My feet in the hot sand, my hair wet with sea mist.

But I am not from there, and you do not know me.
I swim in sunken ships, you jog along the bay.
I am friends with the fish, you float above my land.
A different kingdom, one you will never see.

I see yours from afar, but I hide from plain sight.
That bit of red you see, sometimes hiding in waves,
The fireball red streak, misplaced in the deep blue,
Yes that is me my love, me the mermaid of dreams.

My lips ever so soft, my touch ever so kind.
Do you want this body, it is so unlike yours.
Scales and fish tails, fins and gills abundant.
But I do have a heart, I do know how to love.

Querido corazón, come in the water's fine.
Take my hand I'll show you, the wonders of my land.
My breasts and my belly, my arms my beating heart,
I bleed just like you do, would you like to witness it?

I will always love you, if you do not love me.
If you do not see me, hope to envision me,
I will appear in you, I will be in your dreams.
Hold on to me darling, together forever.


Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: body, conflict, corruption, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, for him, grave, growth, identity, love, metaphor, passion, self,

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.










Poem Details | by Robert Ball |
Categories: faithpeople, jesus, love, people,

Body Unity Times Two'

I have taken many walks through this great and lovely land,
I have walked through her deserts, on her mountains and her sand.
Many are the people I've met along the way,
Each carrying the bond of love for the U.S.A.

With skin of many colors; and ethnicity differs too,
But they're as much Americans as me or you.
We have a common flag, and one President to lead;
And equal opportunity for all to learn to write and read.

Traveling through most states, their laws are pretty much the same,
The state I'm about to enter looks like the state from which I just came.
People love their families- husbands, kids, and wife,
And there is great appreciation for the freedom in our life.

Immigrants arrive and step upon our shores,
To partake of liberty's freedoms- because we have wide open doors'
For some this 50-state union is the land of their birth,
Every patriotic heart thinks this the best nation on earth'

Religion is an area in which not all agree,
But I'm guaranteed the right to worship in the manner best for me.
Some folks may be soft-hearted; others tough as old shoe leather'
Yet, when disaster strikes, you'll see Americans pull together.

Our states are separated only by map-makers lines,
The common values we share are ingrained in our minds.
The Church is also a single body with members far and wide;
Each one is looking past the obvious and seeing Jesus inside.

The Church has people in every separate nation,
And God's people can be found in each denomination'
We have a common leader: Jesus is His name'
And He sees each Brother and Sister as being exactly the same.

Just as in America, it's the people who make our nation;
Likewise it's the Christians who make the Church' Now, that's a Revelation'

                                                                                             Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                                                             September 18, 2005




 


Poem Details | by Inner Whispers |
Categories: body, dance, desire, love, relationship, romance, sensual,

Dancing

Share, discover
With lips and fingers and skin
Tasting, touching and feeling
With tongue rolling in the wet longing

Silent cry, pleading
Agonized shiver seeking release
Of holding back to get to higher heights, 
Reaching firm the nape
Closely arching

Wrapping legs around the hips
Reaching for each other's soul
SearchingSeekingWanting

Feeding the echoes of glory
Til ultimate unity entangled in rhymes
Squeeze me tight
Faster now, urging on and on.

Dancing in pleasure's rhythm
Lips locked and sealed, embracing.

Entwined, lurking in bliss of screaming wants! 
Wanting MoreMore..PleaseMore.

To stop this ragged breathing
Hands holding, entwining

To stop this trembling body
Gasping breaths so warm and teasing
She says, never stop
Joined bodies in unison moving.

Screaming like no one cares to listen
PerspiringSlippingSlidingSlurping
Spurting spirits release the final dance

Pounding hearts now the only sound
That join heavy blissful breathing
Holding on in embrace so tight
Hoping the next one comes 
When morrow's warmed by the sun


Inner Whispers


Poem Details | by Elisa Christensen |
Categories: addiction, body, corruption, health, humanity, life, lost love,

THE GREATEST AFFLICTION

Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction Restriction Addiction.

No more art, no more heart, another false start.
No more honoring love, 
Through God’s sacred benediction.
Just destruction, restriction.
Addiction.

Give it a go, run that prop right over top of her Skipper!
Hell yes!  Sounds like fun!  
Our souls through a wood chipper!
Addiction, a rather benign-sounding word, don’t ya think??Let’s call it what it is: Jack The Life Ripper!

Slots!   Cha CHING!   Sex!   Food!   Anything!
Addiction?  NO WAY!  I just like to play!
Hypocrisy, a democracy run on BIG PHARMA,
Don’t think about it!  Sure!  It’s all real! 
Here’s your script for a 1,000 more pills!

AddictionPrisonThe System What a waste.
What a horrific affliction in this human race!
Disgrace Sadness Do-overs don’t exist.
Deception  Desperation  Annihilation.
Another slit wrist.

Artistic brilliance being pickled nightly in a skull.
No more compassion, no more money, no more love.
Losing it all.
No more light in your eyes dear,
Now they are black and so dull.

Addiction WHY??
Is getting through a human life really that tough?
That we all have to medicate,
With this poisonous stuff?
Addiction.

Don’t say you don’t know, you hypocrite you,
We’ve all been there at some point, to something, it’s true.
Don’t give me your shit Don’t tell me you’re fine.
Doesn’t matter who’s is worse, yours or mine.
Addiction.

I’m SICK of crazy land!   I want off of this ride!
No, you cannot have me, MrJekyll and Hyde!
I’m SO ANGRY I had to say goodbye to my friend the noble king,
Way too early because of this Jack The Life Ripper thing!
Addiction.

As a mother, I’m simply scared out of my mind!
How do I get my babies through a world so unkind?
How do I keep them from running straight into it blind?
They won’t listen, most of us never do.
PremonitionPlease!  Not them!  Not addiction!

For three years I watched in agony my greatest love dissolve,
Destroyed, I moved up here, to somehow get back my resolve,
From the frying pan straight into the fire.
This is not my sanctuary, this is another addict’s funeral pyre.
Addiction.

The human condition comes with such a design flaw,
We should come with two bodies, not just one,
The first to ride hard and wild, toss it out when we’re done.
Then step effortlessly into the second, shiny, new and clean,
And live the rest of it out, perfectly pristine.

Unfortunately, we don’t, we get only this one.
And when we go hard for a little too long,
The damage is done.
No going back, no saying “Oops! My bad!”
Because now you are screwed, nothing more scary or sad.

Addiction.

© 2017 Elisa Fortise Christensen 




Poem Details | by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, life, life, love,

Spirit and Soul and Body Oh My

How I would love to tell you this life is fair
That the burdens you carry are temporary and rare
But the truth be told that until our glorified shell
Each soul will battle heaven and hell
How I would love to tell you that your spirit always wins
That if you just feed that part you will never sin
But that would be a lie too
For the war in our minds constantly brews
And our flesh wants to act when our hearts plead for peace
Because while in our skin, it will demand false releases
But the battle gets less and less, my darling, my friend,
When you reach out and grab the one with his extended hand
And the monsters, copied vampires, slip on crooked streets
When your love rests in the eternal heart beat
What I can tell you is that all you need to do is believe
Open your world, just embrace and you will surly receive
And the cares of this life will seize to remain
Like the nights, in your window, when you watch summer rain
Just hold on and stay true for he’s coming for you
Laugh and sing while you await your new set of wings.


By: Sabina Nicole


Poem Details | by SEAN SOLOMON |
Categories: body, crazy, love, lust,

Crazy Kinda Lovin A Collaboration

Crazy Kinda Lovin   A Collaboration 

Drive me crazy from your touch,crazy with desire.
Fingers glide over my body,
setting my nerves on fire!

A crazy love, a crazy touch,
sit back enjoy the ride.
You came with doctor Jekyll
but stayed with MrHyde!

Come to me in the night, 
you inside my dream.
I got it bad, you got it good,
my heart I can't redeem!

What I'm packing might,
give you a fright!
Don't want you fleeing lets,
turn down the light!

Visions of skin against skin
visions oh so fair.
Heavy breathing and soft moans, not any care!

In your very dreams or,
wide awake.
You give me much more,
and I will take!



A Collaboration With  Brenda Chiri and Sean Solomon


Poem Details | by Mika Mulkey |
Categories: body, corruption, depression, metaphor, recovery from, sad love, self,

Ana pt 1

I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without my knowledge, we started to become fast friendsSpending endless days together, learning the curves of each others’ bodies and I of her secret waysIt wasn’t long before the lingering gazes and simple touches had me completely enamored by her and I was wound tight around her thin, cold, and skeletal- like fingerThe infatuation grew as I shrunk… 

Endless days turned into endless nights, endless weeks, endless months! We spent every waking moment together, every sleeping With her by my side I began to run, miles after miles, to skip meals just to spend time with her It wasn’t long before my parents started to worry about that time I spent with my loveThe days I spent locked in my room, the obsessive miles and trips to the gym early in the morning and late into the evening until my legs shook and I could barely walk They told me she was a bad influence and I thought, “How dare they!? How dare they try to take away the Juliet to my Romeo!?”  Our love was one to rival the ages, so dark, forbidden and intoxicating like the drugs celebrities take just to “kill the pain.”  

By January it was growing unclear where she began and I ended, both intertwined trees stripped bare by the kiss of winter’s icy lips God I had never been so in love! Her touch sent shivers down the bones of my spine which threatened to pierce through the worn thin skin of my backThose hallowed eyes of hers sent flutters of starved, butterflies into a dizzied frenzy in the sunken in cave that once was my stomachI had never felt so alive….


Poem Details | by Ron Flatow |
Categories: allegory, angst, confusion, forgiveness, philosophy, sad, heart, body, child, heart, love, me, time,

The Searching (1995)

I’ve been dying inside for so many years
I’ve bee searching for a cure
I try so hard to understand what my body is telling me
I can feel my heart aching, the void I feel is so strong
I’ve been searching for ways to fill what was never given as a boy
I had love once and for a time my heart and soul were content
But I put my happiness at jeopardy long ago
And since that time I just haven’t been the same
I’ve accomplished so many things in such a short time
But I’m being engulfed by rage anger
The beast within my soul will not leave me alone
My heart, mind and soul are not sound
I can feel that I am at war with myself
I’ve been exercising my body and mind 
But my soul is lost in the abyss
This hollow feeling of loneliness
So many emotion are building up inside
My quest for happiness seems to be an endless journey.
I’m breathing so heavy lately and 
the pain within my chest grows stronger
the building of my foundation is weighing me down
the child inside is hiding but I can hear him crying
my smile has disappeared and my eyes have become so sad.
I have no strong religious belief.
I’ve been seeking exodus in so many alternate ways.
They say you must love yourself first
In order to gain peace with your own inner beast
I must face all of my fears, it is only then that this dead and 
empty feeling will heal the child inside


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love, words, body, love,

The Greatest Love Story

The greatest love story ever told
Is right here in my heart
It isn't fancy with fancy words
It's sweet like the song of a lark

No need for any material things
To prove the depth my love
Just holding your body close to mine
A love that fits like a glove

Many words have since been written
About how true love endures
Words expressing one's inner feelings 
Feelings so intense and pure

Life on earth is a fleeting thing
We're here next moment we're gone
Love until your very last breath
Too soon you'll be passing the baton

My heart sings with the joys of love
Tender words flow out like a river
The greatest love story ever told
Makes my soul and body quiver 

© Jack Ellison 2012