by Claire De La Grange |
Categories:
lost love, love, sadlove,
Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.
Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.
If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede,
Upon her thorny heart.
by Edward Clapham |
Categories:
love,
I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you
In your place, amongst the detritus
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life,
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands,
To show my love.
by Anthony Dover |
Categories:
lost love,
Something in the way she stands there
Something she knows whilst serving serving all the customers sadly
But with temerity I approach whilst stumbling over words to say
Rehearse and another till open
But I wont and accede my place
Still stumbling in my mind a phrase perhaps
And then a small packet of tobacco and then some rizlas
She gracefully accedes knowing I have in truth no other here
Theres something in the way she smiles
When she gives me the packet
And touches my cold hand lightly.
by Sadashivan Nair |
Categories:
loneliness, lonely,
All alone in journey of life,
Endured painful murky days;
No more,
Yep, no more;
I can't stand the lonely life;
Wandered in rain and dry,
Wandered in scorching
Sun and murky night,
In lakes and mounts;
A company I sought,
Who fills colours in life;
The spring tide I felt,
The day you entered in my heart;
The odour of pollen
Drags me in,
Coerces to cohere,
Seek inebriating nectar;
Thy company is bliss,
Brings smile,
Fills paints of vibrant shades,
Sing melodious floret songs;
Feel the sense of frolic ambiance,
It's not love,
Nor I think is romance;
With you my side, I accede,
Am complete content man;
© Sadashivan Nair
by Christuraj Alex |
Categories:
marriage,
Mind and heart get wedded; physiques get attracted;
Love, bond, and affection hold hands in one accord;
Infatuation and romance are compacted,
Intimacy, passion, and commitment concord...!
Building bridges of fidelity they proceed,
Bathing in streams of fondness and admiration,
Positive perspectives and forgiveness accede,
In physical psychic charm, they find elation...!
Wedding bells, for lives of merged minds, peal endlessly,
Moments spent together become celebrations:
Physical touch and gentle kiss go zealously,
In mutual help and keep there's no negation...!
Marriage, when heart and soul are one, is paradise,
Though it seeks from each, a bit of self-sacrifice...!!!
by Fathima Dawood |
Categories:
happiness, love,
As the sun turned down its daily light
And the moons even glow is paints its delight
As the heaven takes on a luminescent afterglow
The earth stops moving as I see you approach
The tides seemed to ebb as you draw close
The wiley winds whisper into my eager ear
My heart pounds incessantly as you touch me like a balm
Our bare feet linger on the beach so apparently calm
And our hearts meet so perfectly once again
Subdued I accede while I fight to keep sane
Mere moments pass yet your touch lingers so close
I hope and I pray for this moment to last - froze