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she sits
in the door way,
like a thousand
times before,
waiting ...

so many things
has changed.
so much left,
unsaid.

coffee, has gotten cold.
wine glass, now filled.
a woman on the brink,
of what used,
to be.

tunnels twisting,
turning her mind.
shaping forms,
of long ago.

tears now dried.
shaking, has finally
stopped.

lost in thought.
torn from within.
so much, so
wrong ...

when will it be
over, she worries.
when will the waiting
end ...

doorway crumbles,
all around.
lady inside
fallen ...

wine glass,
upon the floor
shattered ...


:rose:
 
nice images

Originally Posted by My Erotic Tale

I wish to be the ring around the moon, you the lunar
the lotus pool reflects a sterling heart...
and becomes the golden harp
and you to be the tuner...

:rose: thanks...
 
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flowing rhyme

RhymeFairy said:
she sits
in the door way,
like a thousand
times before,
waiting ...

so many things
has changed.
so much left,
unsaid.

coffee, has gotten cold.
wine glass, now filled.
a woman on the brink,
of what used,
to be.

tunnels twisting,
turning her mind.
shaping forms,
of long ago.

tears now dried.
shaking, has finally
stopped.

lost in thought.
torn from within.
so much, so
wrong ...

when will it be
over, she worries.
when will the waiting
end ...

doorway crumbles,
all around.
lady inside
fallen ...

wine glass,
upon the floor
shattered ...


:rose:
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keeps this flowing til the end with action..I really like the last two verses most..well done RF...thanks for sharing..
:kiss:
 
pelting droplets drip in a rain shower
splattering in no set pattern
but random collisions of itselfs greeting
blanketing the horizon with dew haze musicly sprayed
while the moon fights to make its way
into the sky leaping from rain cloud to cloud
to cast the only light reflective of wet every where
blue rain
 
My Erotic Tale said:
pelting droplets drip in a rain shower
splattering in no set pattern
but random collisions of itselfs greeting
blanketing the horizon with dew haze musicly sprayed
while the moon fights to make its way
into the sky leaping from rain cloud to cloud
to cast the only light reflective of wet every where
blue rain
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elements moisten earthly relics
blue rain maintains
center of reflection
lotus expose their core... :rose:
 
So, I have this one left from writing my poem on the passion thread, I don't know what to call it...

Untitled

I want your touch on me
as I move my hands to the music
of your direction.

Rise over me and offer
the joy of your pleasure
in one triumphant sweep
of your baton through the air.

I love you
and how I wish
I could play
for you.

Tune me to the perfect pitch
for my audience of one
and when you listen
to this symphony, know
I perform
for you.

The other poem's on the thin-skinned thread.
 
such a lovely melody...

champagne1982 said:
So, I have this one left from writing my poem on the passion thread, I don't know what to call it...

Untitled

I want your touch on me
as I move my hands to the music
of your direction.

Rise over me and offer
the joy of your pleasure
in one triumphant sweep
of your baton through the air.

I love you
and how I wish
I could play
for you.

Tune me to the perfect pitch
for my audience of one
and when you listen
to this symphony, know
I perform
for you.

The other poem's on the thin-skinned thread.
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(please bring it...tis hard to find some great poetry after it falls through the lit matix.....

I love this wonderful word play...I found one of my older pens that goes a bit with this hope you like it. C...lol/blue

memories in tune
*

formed each to
the essence
of creation
we are reborn
into hovering sounds
of a common
dance
waiting to be
whirled in striptease
by reveries of desire
duel hearts combined
by resonance
will learn
to sing each song
and dance
to every tune
just in case
one forgets
the lyrics...
 
not sure what this means... just kidding!

lovegod elixir
poses for select photos
conscious abatement

qp
 
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Altered impressions are imprinting
grotesque remembrances, among
mindless points, of no return.
Visionary taste, urging aromas
of healing memories. Which are
planted, in the minds eye.

Enraptured with the sensations,
of titillating textures that are waifing
throughout the air. Seductive scents
climb, into the lap of lethargia. Constructing
towers that are being built, by infusing
images upon the hearts sleeve.

Expectations blooming brightly, being lit
by encircling echoes, that are bouncing
from within the souls sanctuary. Exploring
kaleidoscopes of loves outreaching hand.
Vibrant visuals escaping entrapment,
stroking the fires of what will be ...


:heart:


Whatcha think? Need opinions here ...
Did this one as a live write. I like it.
Just wondering what ya'll thin about it?

Thanks ~

:)
 
It is getting stuffy

casual mentions
predetermine heaven
with ego's demise
 
I love alliteration

RhymeFairy said:
Altered impressions are imprinting
grotesque remembrances, among
mindless points, of no return.
Visionary taste, urging aromas
of healing memories. Which are
planted, in the minds eye.

Enraptured with the sensations,
of titillating textures that are waifing
throughout the air. Seductive scents
climb, into the lap of lethargia. Constructing
towers that are being built, by infusing
images upon the hearts sleeve.

Expectations blooming brightly, being lit
by encircling echoes, that are bouncing
from within the souls sanctuary. Exploring
kaleidoscopes of loves outreaching hand.
Vibrant visuals escaping entrapment,
stroking the fires of what will be ...


:heart:


Whatcha think? Need opinions here ...
Did this one as a live write. I like it.
Just wondering what ya'll thin about it?

Thanks ~

and this just overflows in a multicolored array of drama...nice down draft and the ending just glides into the fires of fantasy..love it...thanks sweetie...blue

:)
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:rose:
 
seems I lost my halo to the....whatever...

lovegod elixir
poses for eclectic negatives
Consciousness splits

love is venomous
love in flexibility
returning the bite


shadow collapses
maestro plays upon green fields
swallowed by its draft

lost leviathan cruises
across eroded seascape with
elements of blood bled

symmetry disarms dragon myth
as love depicts elements lost by control
 
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Raising the bar.
Sliding home.
No jumping ...

Pure

Slow

Presses,
to the matt.
Taking it,
to the limit.

Stretching

Climbing

Metamorphical
Heightening

Soars,
over the top.
Climactical
roars ...

:rose:
 
Is that really???

As simple as an orgasm? It is getting hot in here!

QP

RhymeFairy said:
Raising the bar.
Sliding home.
No jumping ...

Pure

Slow

Presses,
to the matt.
Taking it,
to the limit.

Stretching

Climbing

Metamorphical
Heightening

Soars,
over the top.
Climactical
roars ...

:rose:
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CharleyH said:
I see poems, but no metaphors :)

Bumpety bump
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returning her home disheveled


back on her porch unbuttoned,
tresses tangled. bare
of berries.

you saw her ripe this morning,
scarlet and smooth.
now color drained,
stem-stripped.

my lips are red.

she will seem fruit again tomorrow,
rebloomed ruby, sundress hiding
blue hips. lace laundered,
clean of me. perfect

for backyard barbecue,
your hostess serving iced tea,
raspberry sweet
but fire shy,

already on my grill,
charred.
 
PatCarrington said:
returning her home disheveled


back on her porch unbuttoned,
tresses tangled. bare
of berries.

you saw her ripe this morning,
scarlet and smooth.
now color drained,
stem-stripped.

my lips are red.

she will seem fruit again tomorrow,
rebloomed ruby, sundress hiding
blue hips. lace laundered,
clean of me. perfect

for backyard barbecue,
your hostess serving iced tea,
raspberry sweet
but fire shy,

already on my grill,
charred.
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Ahh, how it drips of my tongue like a wet tease (DREAMY), and then BURNS ME :mad:
 
good combo

What can we do together? How about great combinations of haiku! Here is another one...

petals unfolding
hummingbird sips his nectar
fulfills one desire

qp


bluerains said:
lovegod elixir
poses for select photos
conscious abatement

love is venomous
love is flexibility
returning the bite


shadow collapses
maestro plays upon green fields
swallowed by its draft

worn windigo travels
across eroded seascape
elements of blood bled
Click to expand...
 
CharleyH said:
Ahh, how it drips of my tongue like a wet tease (DREAMY), and then BURNS ME :mad:
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you want sensual metaphor, hot stuff? :)

that IS the title of the thread, isn't it now. ;)


Workshop Hands


Before we find those places
that we fit, you pool.
Ribs rise, a gasp and grind
as if it already is. Yes,

it will happen low in a hard press,
but not until you know my hands.
Palm to waist and finger curl,
a scraping scratch and spread.

Do you feel the ocean,
the oak? Hook and nail?

Blood is leaking so you know
the sliced bluefish, the rub
of worked wood. The cock
that hardened for the reel,
petrified for every hammer hit
on timber. Slanted stiff

for feeding, for building,
the way it rises and rocks now
to nourish you, reconstruct you.
To spin you in, gut and sand you
new.
 
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