by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance
Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints
adorn the walls of her sitting room
a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase
and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air
coming from her Scentsy candle warmer
resting upon her replica baby grand piano
The seconds tick loudly from the tree house looking cuckoo clock
as I wait
patiently I wait
down the stairs she comes
waltzing ever so gracefully
ever so elegant
in her bright flowing yellow dress
accented by beautiful costume jewelry
my heart skips a beat
as we kiss hello
and I know
yes I know
This love is real
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
deep, love,
Seductive tones filter the slumbered night
swashes of seda fill up an accented view
swirls of honeysuckle flicker in the breeze
and again the beauty of you is inhaled
Strip down low to the bare essentials
drench your soul in the waters of me
embrace fully in the arms of self content
and unleash chaos holding a being at bay
Enter into my entranced persona offering
let sacred dreams spill over silent borders
unburden that heavy heart hidden away
guarded, we are not who we say we are
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
life, lost love, recovery from...
First, I tried to rhyme
with your spirits...
For I really thought I saw in it
our own beginning, without end
and my heart accented to love
I gave my very best
and you surely know that
‘twas 100% rhyme
Yet after years of enjoying my soul
marinated in your wants and wishes
I noticed your words, drifting like heavy rain
that my big palms barely hold them
Have you ever considered my being?
That this morning, after a shower
rinsed the great pain I kept
in my breath, I opted to walk the sun-lit
corridor of free verse, where I can be me
just as what I always wanted to be...
Without engaging my dignity
in too much psychedelic wars
by Brittany Gentry |
Categories:
adventure, animals, devotion, happiness, life, love, nature, passiontime,
The colors retreat with the setting sun
Telling me my time has just begun
Its time to come on out
And show the world i'm still about
I shake my smoky coat
And feel my stress
Just melt away
Like summer did the snow white frost
I look above and see the moon
Its silver lining against the dark sky
Accented by flecks of stars
And the colors dancing throughout the night
An instinct
As i let out a howl
Signaling my season
To find a mate
by Kewayne Wadley |
Categories:
black african american, black love, crush, imagination, moon, stars,
We stood in the dark
Not a word spoke between us two.
We hardly knew each other yet,
We saw each other whole hearted.
The stars began to light up.
The moon above our heads.
Our eyes half full.
Anticipation.
A civilization coming to life in the blink of an eye.
With millions of thoughts going on.
All that separates is the simplicity of hello.
The interior of our souls bright to see.
The clouds like weeds.
Once removed life begins anew.
Slowly descending the depth of truth.
The groping of eyes accented by arch.
Another world awaits the simplicity of hello.
To smile again and again just as the stars.
The spread of influence
by Kewayne Wadley |
Categories:
black african american, for her, love, music, song,
Shes the song thats constantly written
then revised in my head.
Only then is she able to come alive and be herself.
Accented in beautiful curve.
Revised in the moments shared in thought.
The slightest touch ; her voice truly heard.
Perfectly arranged in broken prose to unseen eyes.
Beautifully composed; the way that she gives.
Finding purpose.
Constantly singing in my head