yeishia
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LOL I love the song Minx
Not addicted to love per say, I am addicted to my silly need to trust, I am addicted to being an absolute idiot
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LOL I love the song Minx
Not addicted to love per say, I am addicted to my silly need to trust, I am addicted to being an absolute idiot
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*Wraps you in a warm hug and tries to easy your hurt a little knowing how it feels on many levels *
Thanks pretty....I knew you would understand it.
monique_minx
Passionate Disgrace...
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LOL I love the song Minx
Not addicted to love per say, I am addicted to my silly need to trust, I am addicted to being an absolute idiot
Right there with you Yeishia sad to say...often or not it ends up painful but without...no...I couldn't imagine being without
Hugs for my wolven playmate!
I know just how you feel Miss Luna...when my lady left me, I thought I would break into a million tiny pieces...for a while there I did, I was totally shattered by her...
~ Adds a quote to Yeishia's thread! ~
yeishia
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Now back to poetry
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616)
...
yeishia
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Hmmmmm so yummmy
FANTASY FULFILLED
I have dreamed my whole life of this moment
When I take you firmly and caress you
Driving you wild with ecstasy
Holding you in a strength unsurpassed
Kissing you until you willingly submit to my every move
Then releasing you gently to reveal your passion
Your begging response, your sexual hunger
Then again holding you strongly, taking you
Penetrating, in a complex orchestration of eroticism
Giving, receiving, gently, firmly, lovingly
Holding you in an embrace of warmth, passion and love
Driving you into an abyss of sensuality
Pulling you back to tease you with affection
Then again and again, ecstasy
Searching the erogenous zones of your mind
Making your body ache with desire, craving more and more
In a voyage of ecstasy, sexual passions unleashed, I seduce you
You are my slave in this journey to the pinnacles of sexuality
We do not want it to end, such is the moment and the longing
And here we are now, embracing making love, endless love
A lifetime of searching, discovery, a fantasy fulfilled
Forever our lives are changed[/COLOR]
~~ Michael David Coffey,
FANTASY FULFILLED
I have dreamed my whole life of this moment
When I take you firmly and caress you
Driving you wild with ecstasy
Holding you in a strength unsurpassed
Kissing you until you willingly submit to my every move
Then releasing you gently to reveal your passion
Your begging response, your sexual hunger
Then again holding you strongly, taking you
Penetrating, in a complex orchestration of eroticism
Giving, receiving, gently, firmly, lovingly
Holding you in an embrace of warmth, passion and love
Driving you into an abyss of sensuality
Pulling you back to tease you with affection
Then again and again, ecstasy
Searching the erogenous zones of your mind
Making your body ache with desire, craving more and more
In a voyage of ecstasy, sexual passions unleashed, I seduce you
You are my slave in this journey to the pinnacles of sexuality
We do not want it to end, such is the moment and the longing
And here we are now, embracing making love, endless love
A lifetime of searching, discovery, a fantasy fulfilled
Forever our lives are changed[/COLOR]
~~ Michael David Coffey,
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Seek Not My Heart
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
Kit McCallum
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
Kit McCallum
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I had to learn this poem when at school, but it hit a chord and I still enjoy it: -
The Highwayman
THE wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked--
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter--
The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest;
Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.
Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight--
Her musket shattered the moonlight--
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Alfred Noyes
The Highwayman
THE wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked--
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter--
The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest;
Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.
Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight--
Her musket shattered the moonlight--
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Alfred Noyes
monique_minx
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I loved this when I was younger, I never knew why but somehow the words made sense to the eight year old me and I loved the flow of it. The wonderful words and how they melted together, I ended up using it for an assignment on poetry in high school. I'm not even sure how I found this poem when I was eight but I've never forgotten it...
The Slave's Dream
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
His breast was bare, his matted hair
Was buried in the sand.
Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,
He saw his Native Land.
Wide through the landscape of his dreams
The lordly Niger flowed;
Beneath the palm-trees on the plain
Once more a king he strode;
And heard the tinkling caravans
Descend the mountain-road.
He saw once more his dark-eyed queen
Among her children stand;
They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks,
They held him by the hand!--
A tear burst from the sleeper's lids
And fell into the sand.
And then at furious speed he rode
Along the Niger's bank;
His bridle-reins were golden chains,
And, with a martial clank,
At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel
Smiting his stallion's flank.
Before him, like a blood-red flag,
The bright flamingoes flew;
From morn till night he followed their flight,
O'er plains where the tamarind grew,
Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,
And the ocean rose to view.
At night he heard the lion roar,
And the hyena scream,
And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds
Beside some hidden stream;
And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,
Through the triumph of his dream.
The forests, with their myriad tongues,
Shouted of liberty;
And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud,
With a voice so wild and free,
That he started in his sleep and smiled
At their tempestuous glee.
He did not feel the driver's whip,
Nor the burning heat of day;
For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep,
And his lifeless body lay
A worn-out fetter, that the soul
Had broken and thrown away!
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
His breast was bare, his matted hair
Was buried in the sand.
Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,
He saw his Native Land.
Wide through the landscape of his dreams
The lordly Niger flowed;
Beneath the palm-trees on the plain
Once more a king he strode;
And heard the tinkling caravans
Descend the mountain-road.
He saw once more his dark-eyed queen
Among her children stand;
They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks,
They held him by the hand!--
A tear burst from the sleeper's lids
And fell into the sand.
And then at furious speed he rode
Along the Niger's bank;
His bridle-reins were golden chains,
And, with a martial clank,
At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel
Smiting his stallion's flank.
Before him, like a blood-red flag,
The bright flamingoes flew;
From morn till night he followed their flight,
O'er plains where the tamarind grew,
Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,
And the ocean rose to view.
At night he heard the lion roar,
And the hyena scream,
And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds
Beside some hidden stream;
And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,
Through the triumph of his dream.
The forests, with their myriad tongues,
Shouted of liberty;
And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud,
With a voice so wild and free,
That he started in his sleep and smiled
At their tempestuous glee.
He did not feel the driver's whip,
Nor the burning heat of day;
For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep,
And his lifeless body lay
A worn-out fetter, that the soul
Had broken and thrown away!
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
yeishia
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Passionate Poetry... dues this simple poem qualify? It is a passionate outpouring of my heart and dedicated to the ones who are making it possible for me to move on....thank you both so much.......
NEW BEGINNINGS
Sometimes it is a very hard thing to do,
But is so much better than feeling blue.
One small step at a time you see,
Gives the courage to go on and be... Me.
Special Friends help, ohhhhh, so much,
Just by being there with a light touch.
They help in so many many ways,
With a smile or a bit of praise.
Memories are a precious thing.
But, not all that you should bring.
One needs to live their fullest life,
Not just exist, in all the strife.
So, as this New Year is beginning.
I, too, want to start some winnings.
Not so much as in money, you see,
For to have love and happiness is the way to be.
I want to lay my old memories down,
And start new ones up from the ground.
New Beginnings and the Special Times I see,
Will make this New Year all we want it to be!!
Charlotte Lee Johnson
NEW BEGINNINGS
Sometimes it is a very hard thing to do,
But is so much better than feeling blue.
One small step at a time you see,
Gives the courage to go on and be... Me.
Special Friends help, ohhhhh, so much,
Just by being there with a light touch.
They help in so many many ways,
With a smile or a bit of praise.
Memories are a precious thing.
But, not all that you should bring.
One needs to live their fullest life,
Not just exist, in all the strife.
So, as this New Year is beginning.
I, too, want to start some winnings.
Not so much as in money, you see,
For to have love and happiness is the way to be.
I want to lay my old memories down,
And start new ones up from the ground.
New Beginnings and the Special Times I see,
Will make this New Year all we want it to be!!
Charlotte Lee Johnson
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My shorter happier poem - written by Monique_Minx; Valentines Day 2010
You are Worth it
Did you know you amaze me?
Appreciate and phase me?
Make me laugh and cry at the same time,
Make me jump and squeal and then rhyme.
For not words can describe it,
For not I can define it.
For not anything would I give it up,
For not everything is quite so tough.
Not when you talk to me in the way you do,
Wishing you could hold me and whisper it's all true.
Wishing I could kiss you and curl into your arms,
Wishing we were lying there and turning off alarms.
You've made me speechless more than I can count,
You've ordered me to accept no matter the amount.
And no one has ever done something like that for me,
No one has ever helped me to truly see...
I fight to break my barriers but they will crumble alone,
I know you'll bring them down for the one you own.
The one you love, the one you'll keep,
The one you possess and make weep.
The one who is all yours forever,
For I would deny you never.
And I submit purely because I know,
Deep down inside I'll be able to let go.
For I have everything for you but love,
And for me that shall never be enough.
A battle worth fighting for because of you,
And every single little thing you do.
Worth it...
You are Worth it
Did you know you amaze me?
Appreciate and phase me?
Make me laugh and cry at the same time,
Make me jump and squeal and then rhyme.
For not words can describe it,
For not I can define it.
For not anything would I give it up,
For not everything is quite so tough.
Not when you talk to me in the way you do,
Wishing you could hold me and whisper it's all true.
Wishing I could kiss you and curl into your arms,
Wishing we were lying there and turning off alarms.
You've made me speechless more than I can count,
You've ordered me to accept no matter the amount.
And no one has ever done something like that for me,
No one has ever helped me to truly see...
I fight to break my barriers but they will crumble alone,
I know you'll bring them down for the one you own.
The one you love, the one you'll keep,
The one you possess and make weep.
The one who is all yours forever,
For I would deny you never.
And I submit purely because I know,
Deep down inside I'll be able to let go.
For I have everything for you but love,
And for me that shall never be enough.
A battle worth fighting for because of you,
And every single little thing you do.
Worth it...
monique_minx
Passionate Disgrace...
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Another for your collection Yeishia, it's sort of borderline but it's about sharing a day dream and seeing what the other has inside their head...I wrote this with my former RL submissive and it's the only one I have ever written, co written or otherwise! I hope everyone likes it...
Day Dream
The separation of light and darkness
Take unto me, all that I can
Be what I be
Hiding from reality
Screaming in pain, I go to my world
Where no one can hurt me not even myself
(Chorus)
Take my hand
I want you to see
What no one else can
One of my dreams
There's only light calling to me
Drifting from darkness, I see what I see
Two people sharing one memory
Owning itself, we be what we be
Out in the world, seeing broken dreams
Hating myself, for no one can help
Reaching for hope in another place
My heart grows cold from the icy reality
I feel only darkness in this meaningless space
(Chorus)
Take my hand
I want you to see
What no one else can
One of my dreams
There's only light calling to me
Drifting from darkness, I see what I see
Two people sharing one memory
Owning itself, we be what we be
I reach for the warmth that hides in my mind
I hold it tight, ever so closely
Screaming for you, holding out my hand
Grab a hold, I see that you feel the same
And as it is ending, I want you to know
I feel a cold shiver run down my spine
I don't want it to end
So...
(Chorus)
Take my hand
I want you to see
What no one else can
One of my dreams
There's only darkness calling to me
Drifting from light I see what I see
Two people sharing no memories
Owning itself, we be what we be
The separation of light and darkness
Take unto me, all that I can
Be what I be
Hiding from reality
Screaming in pain, I go to my world
Where no one can hurt me not even myself
(Chorus)
Take my hand
I want you to see
What no one else can
One of my dreams
There's only light calling to me
Drifting from darkness, I see what I see
Two people sharing one memory
Owning itself, we be what we be
Out in the world, seeing broken dreams
Hating myself, for no one can help
Reaching for hope in another place
My heart grows cold from the icy reality
I feel only darkness in this meaningless space
(Chorus)
Take my hand
I want you to see
What no one else can
One of my dreams
There's only light calling to me
Drifting from darkness, I see what I see
Two people sharing one memory
Owning itself, we be what we be
I reach for the warmth that hides in my mind
I hold it tight, ever so closely
Screaming for you, holding out my hand
Grab a hold, I see that you feel the same
And as it is ending, I want you to know
I feel a cold shiver run down my spine
I don't want it to end
So...
(Chorus)
Take my hand
I want you to see
What no one else can
One of my dreams
There's only darkness calling to me
Drifting from light I see what I see
Two people sharing no memories
Owning itself, we be what we be
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Night Song
And have you thoroughly kissed my lips?
There was no particular haste.
and are you not ready when evenings come?
There's no particular Haste.
you've got the whole night before you.
Heart's-all-beloved-my-own;
In an uninterrupted night one can
get a good deal of kissing done.
Ezra Pound- the actual poet not me.
And have you thoroughly kissed my lips?
There was no particular haste.
and are you not ready when evenings come?
There's no particular Haste.
you've got the whole night before you.
Heart's-all-beloved-my-own;
In an uninterrupted night one can
get a good deal of kissing done.
Ezra Pound- the actual poet not me.
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That poem was beautiful Ezra
This is dedicated to my Rose
Serendipity
Lonely and lost, I stood there
Waiting for the dawn that was nowhere.
Pristine and fresh, the early morning dew
Spreading its touch, a passion so new.
Memories of life and its unknown paths
Ones that seem to never depart.
Until your gaze, it passed my soul
Brought back to me, joys untold.
If I would die tomorrow, I wouldn’t care
Those little memories, in my heart, it would bear
In my heart and soul, I trust you so
I love you more than you'll ever know.
For today, tomorrow and evermore!
Your touch was gentle, your words were strong,
but does it mean I have found the one?
Those unheard whispers
The way it silently spurs.
Those stars that I wished for
The infinite kisses I blew afar.
A fortunate meeting,
An unexpected feeling.
Catch me in your dreams
Hold me until my heart redeems.
It's just a day in my life
A day of love, abundantly rife.
Serendipity, it is, all along
To bring me back to where I truly belong!!!
By shiv
This is dedicated to my Rose
Serendipity
Lonely and lost, I stood there
Waiting for the dawn that was nowhere.
Pristine and fresh, the early morning dew
Spreading its touch, a passion so new.
Memories of life and its unknown paths
Ones that seem to never depart.
Until your gaze, it passed my soul
Brought back to me, joys untold.
If I would die tomorrow, I wouldn’t care
Those little memories, in my heart, it would bear
In my heart and soul, I trust you so
I love you more than you'll ever know.
For today, tomorrow and evermore!
Your touch was gentle, your words were strong,
but does it mean I have found the one?
Those unheard whispers
The way it silently spurs.
Those stars that I wished for
The infinite kisses I blew afar.
A fortunate meeting,
An unexpected feeling.
Catch me in your dreams
Hold me until my heart redeems.
It's just a day in my life
A day of love, abundantly rife.
Serendipity, it is, all along
To bring me back to where I truly belong!!!
By shiv
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This was posted in Maid of Marvels thread by cris2c4u and I blatantly stole it
It is dedicated to my friends
To a Friend
I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
Amy Lowell.
It is dedicated to my friends
To a Friend
I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
Amy Lowell.
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I heard this one tonight and simply thought it was beautiful :-
I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
By ee cummings
I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
By ee cummings
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Very nice Rayne thank you
Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power
Remember him, whom Passion's power
Severely---deeply---vainly proved:
Remember thou that dangerous hour,
When neither fell, though both were loved.
That yielding breast, that melting eye,
Too much invited to be blessed:
That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh,
The wilder wish reproved, repressed.
Oh! let me feel that all I lost
But saved thee all that Conscience fears;
And blush for every pang it cost
To spare the vain remorse of years.
Yet think of this when many a tongue,
Whose busy accents whisper blame,
Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,
And brand a nearly blighted name.
Think that, whate'er to others, thou
Hast seen each selfish thought subdued:
I bless thy purer soul even now,
Even now, in midnight solitude.
Oh, God! that we had met in time,
Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free;
When thou hadst loved without a crime,
And I been less unworthy thee!
Far may thy days, as heretofore,
From this our gaudy world be past!
And that too bitter moment o'er,
Oh! may such trial be thy last.
This heart, alas! perverted long,
Itself destroyed might there destroy;
To meet thee in the glittering throng,
Would wake Presumption's hope of joy.
Then to the things whose bliss or woe,
Like mine, is wild and worthless all,
That world resign---such scenes forego,
Where those who feel must surely fall.
Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness---
Thy soul from long seclusion pure;
From what even here hath passed, may guess
What there thy bosom must endure.
Oh! pardon that imploring tear,
Since not by Virtue shed in vain,
My frenzy drew from eyes so dear;
For me they shall not weep again.
Though long and mournful must it be,
The thought that we no more may meet;
Yet I deserve the stern decree,
And almost deem the sentence sweet.
Still---had I loved thee less---my heart
Had then less sacrificed to thine;
It felt not half so much to part
As if its guilt had made thee mine.
by Lord Byron
Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power
Remember him, whom Passion's power
Severely---deeply---vainly proved:
Remember thou that dangerous hour,
When neither fell, though both were loved.
That yielding breast, that melting eye,
Too much invited to be blessed:
That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh,
The wilder wish reproved, repressed.
Oh! let me feel that all I lost
But saved thee all that Conscience fears;
And blush for every pang it cost
To spare the vain remorse of years.
Yet think of this when many a tongue,
Whose busy accents whisper blame,
Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,
And brand a nearly blighted name.
Think that, whate'er to others, thou
Hast seen each selfish thought subdued:
I bless thy purer soul even now,
Even now, in midnight solitude.
Oh, God! that we had met in time,
Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free;
When thou hadst loved without a crime,
And I been less unworthy thee!
Far may thy days, as heretofore,
From this our gaudy world be past!
And that too bitter moment o'er,
Oh! may such trial be thy last.
This heart, alas! perverted long,
Itself destroyed might there destroy;
To meet thee in the glittering throng,
Would wake Presumption's hope of joy.
Then to the things whose bliss or woe,
Like mine, is wild and worthless all,
That world resign---such scenes forego,
Where those who feel must surely fall.
Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness---
Thy soul from long seclusion pure;
From what even here hath passed, may guess
What there thy bosom must endure.
Oh! pardon that imploring tear,
Since not by Virtue shed in vain,
My frenzy drew from eyes so dear;
For me they shall not weep again.
Though long and mournful must it be,
The thought that we no more may meet;
Yet I deserve the stern decree,
And almost deem the sentence sweet.
Still---had I loved thee less---my heart
Had then less sacrificed to thine;
It felt not half so much to part
As if its guilt had made thee mine.
by Lord Byron
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This is dedicated to Lady Thunder
my Completion
Such is the smile that melts a heart,
Such is the love that mends the same,
Grasped within Your soul , i'll grow,
truth found,and trust complete,
faith and honor,together bound,
The rain will leave,
The sea's will calm,
my will's Yours to shape,
with only but this,Your smiles,
the Dominance in Your eyes,
the Dominion of Your voice
strict caring ways of Your heart,
and desires,the sincerest of soul,
sweet submission,whole and unconditional,
become my completion
shine
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For my wonderful Rose, Ezra
Promise
dreaming..
of the first time
seeing you
your eyes meeting mine
knowing..
you'll lift my hand
brush it softly with warm lips
your eyes on fire
feeling..
the pent-up passion
my deep need of you
a shiver up my spine
beyond..
slow advances..
talking.. watching your lips move
imagining their taste, their heat
enthralled..
caught like a fly in a web..
small touches here and there
gestures, the twinkle of your eyes
surrendering..
to the urgency of our needs
to your demands that echo my desires
to your power.. to our wishes
lost...
gentle passion engulfs us
rages... flaming ever higher
you burn into my soul like a brand
joined..
once... in desire
twice... in tenderness
for all time.. in love
by Sa'eela
Promise
dreaming..
of the first time
seeing you
your eyes meeting mine
knowing..
you'll lift my hand
brush it softly with warm lips
your eyes on fire
feeling..
the pent-up passion
my deep need of you
a shiver up my spine
beyond..
slow advances..
talking.. watching your lips move
imagining their taste, their heat
enthralled..
caught like a fly in a web..
small touches here and there
gestures, the twinkle of your eyes
surrendering..
to the urgency of our needs
to your demands that echo my desires
to your power.. to our wishes
lost...
gentle passion engulfs us
rages... flaming ever higher
you burn into my soul like a brand
joined..
once... in desire
twice... in tenderness
for all time.. in love
by Sa'eela
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This poem is simply me.
Tormented
This is what I meant,
When I said you were killing me,
I'm tormented by my own insanity,
Over you.
I am so tired
Of hurting,
Of crying,
Of longing,
Of this trying that insists,
Of waiting,
Of aching,
Of wanting,
Of this need that persists,
To have you deep inside,
To be at your mercy,
To plead with you to ride,
As I'm whimpering out your name,
Forgetting to breathe,
Hoping you won't leave,
Of feeling like I have no other choice,
Except to be scorched by your fire,
Like a moth to a flame,
Not being able to resist
The beauty hidden in death.
Shelly Martin
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A poem with attitude - enjoy it!
Sex Goddess
Maggie Estep
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE
so don't mess with me
I've got a big bag full of SEX TOYS
and you can't have any
'cause they're all mine
'cause I'm
the SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE.
"Hey," you may say to yourself,
"who the hell's she tryin' to kid,
she's no sex goddess,"
But trust me,
I am
if only for the fact that I have
the unabashed gall
to call
myself a SEX GODDESS,
I mean, after all,
it's what so many of us have at some point thought,
we've all had someone
who worshipped our filthy socks
and barked like a dog when we were near
giving us cause
to pause and think: You know, I may not look like much
but deep inside, I am a SEX GODDESS.
Only
we'd never come out and admit it publicly
well, you wouldn't admit it publicly
but I will
because I am
THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE.
I haven't always been
a SEX GODDESS
I used to be just a mere mortal woman
but I grew tired of sexuality being repressed
then manifest
in late night 900 number ads
where 3 bodacious bimbettes
heave cleavage into the camera's winking lens and sigh:
"Big Girls oooh, Bad Girls oooh, Blonde Girls oooh,
you know what to do, call 1-900-UNMITIGATED BIMBO ooooh."
Yeah
I got fed up with the oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I got fed up with it all
so I put on my combat boots
and hit the road with my bag full of SEX TOYS
that were a vital part of my SEX GODDESS image
even though I would never actually use
my SEX TOYS
'cause my being a SEX GODDESS
it isn't a SEXUAL thing
it's a POLITICAL thing
I don't actually have SEX, no
I'm too busy taking care of
important SEX GODDESS BUSINESS,
yeah,
I gotta go on The Charlie Rose Show
and MTV and become a parody
of myself and make
buckets full of money off my own inane brand
of self-righteous POP PSYCHOLOGY
because my pain is different
because I am a SEX GODDESS
and when I talk,
people listen
why ?
Because, you guessed it,
I AM THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE
and you're not.
Sex Goddess
Maggie Estep
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE
so don't mess with me
I've got a big bag full of SEX TOYS
and you can't have any
'cause they're all mine
'cause I'm
the SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE.
"Hey," you may say to yourself,
"who the hell's she tryin' to kid,
she's no sex goddess,"
But trust me,
I am
if only for the fact that I have
the unabashed gall
to call
myself a SEX GODDESS,
I mean, after all,
it's what so many of us have at some point thought,
we've all had someone
who worshipped our filthy socks
and barked like a dog when we were near
giving us cause
to pause and think: You know, I may not look like much
but deep inside, I am a SEX GODDESS.
Only
we'd never come out and admit it publicly
well, you wouldn't admit it publicly
but I will
because I am
THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE.
I haven't always been
a SEX GODDESS
I used to be just a mere mortal woman
but I grew tired of sexuality being repressed
then manifest
in late night 900 number ads
where 3 bodacious bimbettes
heave cleavage into the camera's winking lens and sigh:
"Big Girls oooh, Bad Girls oooh, Blonde Girls oooh,
you know what to do, call 1-900-UNMITIGATED BIMBO ooooh."
Yeah
I got fed up with the oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I got fed up with it all
so I put on my combat boots
and hit the road with my bag full of SEX TOYS
that were a vital part of my SEX GODDESS image
even though I would never actually use
my SEX TOYS
'cause my being a SEX GODDESS
it isn't a SEXUAL thing
it's a POLITICAL thing
I don't actually have SEX, no
I'm too busy taking care of
important SEX GODDESS BUSINESS,
yeah,
I gotta go on The Charlie Rose Show
and MTV and become a parody
of myself and make
buckets full of money off my own inane brand
of self-righteous POP PSYCHOLOGY
because my pain is different
because I am a SEX GODDESS
and when I talk,
people listen
why ?
Because, you guessed it,
I AM THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE
and you're not.
I hope that it is ok to post here?
I am a submissive
I will not fear what my Master
will do upon my body
I will give into all that he seeks
I will not shelter nor cover myself
when his hand brushes my skin
I will moan with pleasure
No tears will come when the pain
collides with ecstasy
I will not back down nor will I
push his hand away
I will accept it with pride and
pleasure
Down on bended knees to cherish
his love
I will not bow my head in shame
I will take all he gives and be proud
to be owned by my Master
The collar you put upon my neck
is our love that will never be broken
as a Master and submissive
The torture I seek from you
will be branded into my soul
I shall never live without your pain
I will be forever lost without
I weep to have this sin upon
your bed of thorns
You make me intoxicated as you brand my
body with pleasurable pain
The ties that bind me will always be
the mark of your sweet desire
Your submissive from the dark side
Slave Marie
I am a submissive
I will not fear what my Master
will do upon my body
I will give into all that he seeks
I will not shelter nor cover myself
when his hand brushes my skin
I will moan with pleasure
No tears will come when the pain
collides with ecstasy
I will not back down nor will I
push his hand away
I will accept it with pride and
pleasure
Down on bended knees to cherish
his love
I will not bow my head in shame
I will take all he gives and be proud
to be owned by my Master
The collar you put upon my neck
is our love that will never be broken
as a Master and submissive
The torture I seek from you
will be branded into my soul
I shall never live without your pain
I will be forever lost without
I weep to have this sin upon
your bed of thorns
You make me intoxicated as you brand my
body with pleasurable pain
The ties that bind me will always be
the mark of your sweet desire
Your submissive from the dark side
Slave Marie
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Welcome to my thread Small One.
I am not sure if this qualifies as a poem, but when I found it ..........She was I..........and her pain was mine,
I am not sure if this qualifies as a poem, but when I found it ..........She was I..........and her pain was mine,
Without a word
He walks into your life just as your about to give up,whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
telling you how beautiful you are, he tells you all the things he wants for you. how much of good life he will give you, how much he cares for you. you talk all the time morning noon and night, he tells you he has deep feelings for you. he tells you how sexy you sound, he touches your heart, you let him in giving of your self freely, you want him more and more. your hopes are high for you love him, you do anything for him, then one day you dont hear from, your life turned upside down because you worry something has happened, you dont know what to do, you cant eat or sleep, you think about him every moment of each day and night, your heart starts to break, your cry not knowing why he isnt there, your life is lonely, your lost and wonder if he still loves you, your heart breaks more shattering into tiny pieces, because he is gone without a word.
Lord Anjin's dorei
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