by Jim Skinner |
Categories:
love
With the softest voice ,she speaks.
A simple caress implied.
My mind races with thoughts ,of exctassy,
vision blurred,I tried.
Shadows of glimpses,caught ,
some how, not heard.
The pure pleasure ,
the pain,
of the mere, spoken word.
Time hinges,on a thought,percieved
Whispers of the Love recieved.
Solid now in form and feel,
the word is a bond,
I know is real.
The heart given ,as it speaks,
a Whisper,
the soul yet seeks.
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
adventure,
the green door speaks,
the hinges squeak,
candle large of yellow streaks,
of black smoke oil of dreams,
do enter there, my beauty rare,
to see me enter yeah,
the rough hewed table seems,
to resurrect the scene,
and love is in between,
the table and the chairs,
a shelter so serene...
Don
This Green door place is inner space,
A darkened room of dreams,
A place an state to meditate ,
To focus mind, to see,
Be in another time an place,
Where thoughts an dreams can be,
A mental time surreal in space,
Across the mystic sea
by Ricky Muse |
Categories:
lust, sexy,
I removed her clothes with my eyes again
she smiled then discretely leafed through my mind
our warm heartbeats tolling in unison
the sunset accents this moment sublime
small talk became a petulant old bore
wrong and right grew trite under evening shade
suits of bone and flesh fresh from the tailor
no muse of morrow or what they might say
the footprints on the ceiling can’t be true
this joyous toil leaves morality soiled
a night to remember yet days to rue
hinges, springs, and minds all in need of oil
our passion travels at the speed of thought
reveal secrets to a sole I think naught
by Christie Mills |
Categories:
depression, life, love,
Like a house whose windows are broken,
Doors are off the hinges, and holes that are punched in the walls.
All that remains is a frame.
No warmth, No love, And no security.
Nothing left but an empty shell.
That was once my heart.
by Witty Fay |
Categories:
love,
The drawer holds no confusion,
Nor secrecy or calculated space
Of rotting and impure breeding,
Under these invisible under-layers
Of brittle papers and sharp pens.
The drawer has life in the hinges
That speaks of pain at being unopened
And creaks of zealous joy for wrists
That pull love out of insignificance
And approve of unfabricated stances.
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
lost love,
Silent footprints left by you
impressions frozen in time
as you hurried into the empty cold night
I sat alone, watching the door
it never moved
for a time, it stayed open
still hoping, you would return
there was only silence
its hinges turned rusty and fell
7/18/14
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
angst, funny, social
They want to tax our axes
Then, take away our trees.
They impose cell phone taxes.
Then, laugh and shoot the breeze.
Lodges, matches, bridges, britches,
Dresses, dishes, finches, fishes.
Hinges, hitches, hedges, hearses,
Lenses, lynxes, luscious lashes…
They dip their hands in every pot.
Spreading wealth around they say…
Big Business taxes are a lot…not!
The newfangled economic way –
The middle class will love to pay!
© January 29, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
by Gwendolen Song |
Categories:
emotions, first love, for him, friendship,
I wear an imaginary locket around my neck
I go to a quiet place and look at your picture
I close my eyes softly and ponder what your eyes look like
Then I close my imaginary locket and place it even closer to my heart
Its hinges are worn
Your image is faded
I hope to see you soon to snap a new mental picture
My imaginary locket worn securely in its place
My heart dances merrily when I put it back in its place
Gwendolen Rix
12-17-14
by J.Koladi Samson |
Categories:
lost love,
Closing of eyes
Dark rooms heave a sigh
Hinges cry in pain
In hot sun
Flowering shrubs fried
Like popcorn
White ants
Performing route march
To impose invasion.
They march crushing houses
And now our home.
Strange totems of funerals.
Our blood as thick as gruel
Anticoagulants
Aspirins and sleeping dops
Wearied by 'compromises
Nauseating molestation
Minor collisions and more
Mountains groan
Lightnings set ablaze
Thunder grunts.
Close your eyes
"Cause you're not used to.....'
Catastrophes of common life.
by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories:
care, happy, how i feel, imagery, life, love,
Past the years of innocence
Moreover the renaissance
Gazing to familiar faces
Familiarizing myself as it effaces
Now, I have been here four days
I can say it's all worth the pay
Was taken aback by few changes
Doesn't matter as long as nothing hinges
Priceless happiness, I can say
Undoubtedly, No one can take
Obviously, I want to stay more
However, I can't as before..
Few months I have been away
Unexpected events make each way
Defying the odds on quay
All the best, I want to lay
By: olive_eloi
2:22pm
12/12/2013
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by Stephen Parker |
Categories:
lost love
You beckoned me to love's door; The
steps you gilded with hope, and glossed
with a libido to score. With an open window
to heart's latch, on amor's ledge we
ballasted unbridled passions with reason's
cerebral core. O'er time, your corrosive nature
did fealty's shutters crack. Your flamable
ego the fragile beams did retard. Consuming pride
through the patchwork frills did bore. Your inflexible,
jealous studs did my mercurial grooves abhor. Your
intemperate binges jammed the maleable spring on love's
hinges evermore. Duplicitous actions stripped the veneer
from ground floor. In love's final absolution, mortar's
bonding glue from foundational blocks severed.
by J.Koladi Samson |
Categories:
lost love,
LOUD AND CLEAR
Loud and clear
I shout
Parametres spellbound
Thin fossil of love
Estranged .
It's time
When the whistle blows
It's time
The perfect moment
Making it fairer
It's time to part .
In silence
I hear a footstep
A piece of mist
Fragrace eerie
Door openiing
On hinges all by it's own
Cotton band bound tight
Around me life mummyfying.
Time brings in all
Even a seperation's sorcery .
What's next ?
by J Hamilton Gist |
Categories:
feelings,
Celibate to love
Attachments entrapment
Suffocates accepting expectation
Felicitous suppressants seem vague yet expecting acceptance to gleam
obediently wile anger continues to...
Our bond pulsates as days and nights are misinterpreted.
Inquiry demonstrates how to be a suitable leech
sucking patience from the reins of guided discontent.
Joined at the hip
Severed near the center
Dissected underneath.
What was once yoked to one another now hinges upon swollen pressure
The trembling heat of predictability examines the idea of being apart.
Broken rust the smell
Ripped apart in stillness
Should have left well enough alone at first.
by C.W. Bryan |
Categories:
image, love,
The mirrored door of our medicine cabinet came off its hinges today. You were searching for the waterproof band-aids you made me buy because every time you have a cut you wash your hands thrice as much. You said it was wasteful to change your band-aid nine times a day.
The mirror crashed, sending your image in shattered fractals in the sink, on the counter, woven in the new seashell bath mat. Thirty or forty or what seemed like a thousand glass pictures of your two month old bangs. So you grabbed the scissors with ease from the newly freed shelf and went to work without a band-aid. Trimming your bangs back two months.
Tiny hairs
on the porcelain sink–
Ants on honeydew
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
love
I desire privileges
Of loves greatest perks
Nothing can compare
To the feelings it creates
Fill my heart full
Let me feel everything
All the souls desires
In one joyful plunder
Everything hinges
On loves every bow
May one day I feel it
Absorb its very power
Rusty
by Melani Udaeta |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, love, romance,
My whole layout you rearranged
fragments fit my shredded heart,
revived by a blackout unplanned;
Cabinets you couldn’t leave closed,
repairing hinges that had fallen apart;
My whole layout you rearranged;
Led me down a route untouched
unprepared for all you would impart,
revived by a blackout unplanned;
All that was familiar now changed
as I stretch along this new chart;
My whole layout you rearranged;
Doors and windows you have opened,
transformed this home from the start;
revived by a blackout unplanned;
Commencement began at the end
I am excited to finally depart;
My whole layout you rearranged,
revived by a blackout unplanned.
by Ashley Daly |
Categories:
devotion, love, passion,
Lips locked loosely
Tell me that I can open them
The door is only stuck
Not dead bolted with strength
And pursing my own mouth
The hinges are undone
While the wind of my breath
Opens your orifice
by Christuraj Alex |
Categories:
irony,
love lynches hinges
though I'm a watchful beggar
my bowl go missing
22 June 2021
by Daisy Ward |
Categories:
how i feel, love,
The doors that lead to
My heart is close
To make some repairs
It has been knocked on
It has been picked open
It has been kicked down
It has been unscrewed and
Taken off the hinges
Through it all it’s now
Making permanent repairs
by Bobby May |
Categories:
romantic love,
As you walk though the front door
The hinges are lose and the paint is peeling
The roof shingles need replacing
The porch and stairs in need of repair
Yet once you enter this old house
It’s beauty is beyond compare
The heart of it’s stove is still burning strong
The soul of it’s floor shines forever more
The living room that holds this heart felt stove
Is decorated with silver and gold
The memories that hang upon the wall
Are it’s history from all who walked it's halls
For the outside is old but the inside is new
Traveling though time with you
So my love let me say I will look inside of you
As you do to me and our outside will never grow old
by Larry Belt |
Categories:
imagination, nostalgia
There's a cabin on a hillside
Scattered leaves upon its floor
No curtains for its windows
No hinges for its door
A fireplace made of broken stones
Lined the outer wall
Outside becomes the inside
Painted by the Fall
A table in the corner
Where homemade bread would sit
A broken chair with wounded legs
Its binding, worn and split
Behind the cabin's hollow shell
A cross that marks the past
A tiny grave, that's filled with love
A daughter who had passed
This cabin tells a story
With hidden imagery
Filled with ghosts of yesterday
For all who want to see
by Bobby May |
Categories:
wisdom, words,
It is you I can only think of
It is you my only one love
All treasures you have placed within
Is nothing without our jewels of love
Do not try to open the lock without a key
Our love will be empty
Beautiful theses jewels maybe so bright and shinny
But, without the key our treasure chest is empty
Old with tarnished brass theses hinges will not last
With it’s wood rotting away these last words I want to say
Our love though time will renew our hearts
Our souls will never part do not empty it
Or our treasure will be nothing but broken hearts