Poetry for killing time

[Raidho]

I walked around to see
it
from
your side.

What I saw was
you.
I
no longer had
any side
at all.

Lovely, and very fitting these days.

 

[wideeyedone]

today I wonder if it could ever be undone
the hurts we have never spoken about
the times lost, trust broken

i imagine you now
a repentant, old man
but does it change what transpired?
i still long for what could have been

forgiveness is a word i thought i understood
but in the dark of night
i can not grasp it

i see them
so small and fragile
yet brave and bouyant

I wonder what you saw
I wonder what dreams you have
I wonder if you wake up afraid sometimes too

someday i hope i outgrow needing you
i suppose it isnt you i need
but the idea of you

i wish i could say that i didn't love you
sometimes
sometimes
i wish i could say that i did

 

[atmas]

Exactly.

 

[atmas]

I'm In Paris With You

Not original but amazingly appropriate...fitting, actually.




Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.

Yes, I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess that I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where we are bound.
I’m in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre,
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame
If we skip the Champs Elysees
And remain here in this
Old apartment's room
Doing this or that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the paint on the walls is peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with…..all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.

 

[bronzeage]

I sent a cherub
softly whispering in her ear
well crafted words to
induce seductive visions,
wicked dreams my desire.

Playing cupid’s part
poorly, though he looks the role.
of the winged archer,
mosquitoes fly just as well
and lack cherubim conscience.

The message was his
mission, but he betrayed me,
steadfast for my love,
and sang not my love song,
And murmured this caveat,

Mind words a poet
spins, a deceiving spell cast
to ensnare your heart.
When your beauty is lusted,
Poets may not be trusted.

 

[wideeyedone]

an orphan's heart


how did you pluck me from the crowd?
how did you know that i needed you?
a girl with no father

i had an orphan's heart
and you loved me through it
my dreams were your dreams
my heartaches, you bore


your smile erased a thousand rejections
your praise out thundered a hundred reproofs
your trust in me
made me feel stronger

your love made me know
that this orphan
could be a mother
that this orphan could learn to love


so today i said goodbye to you
I know you heard my voice falter
felt my tears on your chest.
know i love you now and always

i can not repay the gifts you gave me
for your love was never a loan
so instead i invest it in my daughters
and watch this orphan's family grow.

 

[bronzeage]

A sweet piece, WI1

 

[Horus_rules]

an orphan's heart


how did you pluck me from the crowd?
how did you know that i needed you?
a girl with no father

i had an orphan's heart
and you loved me through it
my dreams were your dreams
my heartaches, you bore


your smile erased a thousand rejections
your praise out thundered a hundred reproofs
your trust in me
made me feel stronger

your love made me know
that this orphan
could be a mother
that this orphan could learn to love


so today i said goodbye to you
I know you heard my voice falter
felt my tears on your chest.
know i love you now and always

i can not repay the gifts you gave me
for your love was never a loan
so instead i invest it in my daughters
and watch this orphan's family grow.

my thoughts and prayers are with you in your hour of loss!
Horus

 

[Honey123]

Atmas,

I wanted to thank you again. I submitted the poem and am hoping it does well.

Sometimes having someone who doesn't know you really helps when it comes to reviewing a, if I can be so forward, piece of "art".

I think what we all do, stories and poetry, are just that an "art".

Thank you again.

 

[atmas]

Atmas,

I wanted to thank you again. I submitted the poem and am hoping it does well.

Sometimes having someone who doesn't know you really helps when it comes to reviewing a, if I can be so forward, piece of "art".

I think what we all do, stories and poetry, are just that an "art".

Thank you again.

Was my pleasure. Still falling-down flattered you wanted me to read it.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

What do you do
When your faith is shattered
And your hopes and dreams lie scattered
And you believe in nothing?

I can honestly say,
If I had my way
That today would be
My very last day.

I'm tired of trying...
Tired of holding on
There's no way up
When one wants to be...
Gone.

My world as I knew it
Will soon cease to be.
What once was mine
Will be taken from me.

 

[Honey123]

Was my pleasure. Still falling-down flattered you wanted me to read it.

Well, it's up! lol...it was awfully fast, huh?

Here is the link:

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=321434

 

[Honey123]

I wear my ghosts
like scars
even though they make me
a better person,
I have felt the pain and I have
cried

Silent screams came
forth
no one heard them and
no one cared
but I will rise above 'for I know
I must.

 

[Raidho]

Play me like a violin...
A melancholy nocturne
Whispered
Pianissimo along the
Cupped audience
Of my
Ear.

Play me like a guitar..
Strum your fingers
Along my stomach
And lower--
Delicato
As your other hand
Gently presses,
Alternating chords
Against my
Neck.

Play me like a piano...
Stroke your fingers--
Featherlight, and then
Intensity
Crescendo
Breath
Accelerando
A touch, a note held--
Fermata of color
Behind my eyes.

Weave your harmony over
My desire-slick skin
Until I become
A symphony, a rhapsody
Of your making.

Good heavens, this is gorgeous.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

The time draws ever nearer
And I hold you ever dearer
Than any who have come
Before...

There are still many things
Of which I can not speak,
And most of those
You know...

I find myself standing
On the edge of the water
That threatens to engulf me
And pull me under...

If I go...
Would you miss me?

 

[sweet_bitch]

The time draws ever nearer
And I hold you ever dearer
Than any who have come
Before...

There are still many things
Of which I can not speak,
And most of those
You know...

I find myself standing
On the edge of the water
That threatens to engulf me
And pull me under...

If I go...
Would you miss me?

bravo. well dun. i must say. thanks you.

 

[SheRemembers]

Good heavens, this is gorgeous.

Thank you so much! That's really kind of you to say.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Thank you for taking the time
To tell me I mattered
When most of my world
Is crumbling or shattered.

Sometimes the words
Thank you sound lame;
And then at others
They just sound too tame.

Thank you for helping
Me to take stock
Of all the good
Around me... and for
Being my rock.

 

[Devil'sChild]

Always wandering, waiting to hear
the sound of your voice whispering in my ear
Waiting for you to take away my pain
to keep me from slowly going insane.
To see and feel you yet again
to see your eyes light up
to feel your heartbeat on my skin.
I fail at simple words to express my thoughts
forgive me love, for my heart you have caught.

 

[atmas]

"The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depth of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.' "

 

[Collette]

"The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depth of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.' "

Fan of "The Alchemist", I see...

 

[SheRemembers]

"The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depth of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.' "

I miss discussing this with you. Next time?

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

One last writing

Light the candles first left, then right...
Watch the flames as they burn bright.
Bless the altar, it must be right
For the ritual cast this night.

Bear no malice
As you bless the Chalise,
Call the Goddess and her sisters four
Bless the pentacle forever more.

Sister spirits of Earth, Air, Water, Fire
Come be our guests and bless the pyre.
Bless this gathering and she who leads it,
Then bless her death, she surely earned it.

Watch her soul as it makes its flight
Cross the heavens on this black night.
See the moon and stars as they hide,
Until she rests on the other side.

Blessed be, so mote it be...
She'll come back... in time...
For thee.

As it is above,
So shall it be below.
​

 

[veryblueeyes]

Chartres

I.

IMMENSE, august, like some Titanic bloom,
The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core,
Petalled with panes of azure, gules and or,
Splendidly lambent in the Gothic gloom,
And stamened with keen flamelets that illume
The pale high-altar. On the prayer-worn floor,
By surging worshippers thick-thronged of yore,
A few brown crones, familiars of the tomb,
The stranded driftwood of Faith's ebbing sea--
For these alone the finials fret the skies,
The topmost bosses shake their blossoms free,
While from the triple portals, with grave eyes,
Tranquil, and fixed upon eternity,
The cloud of witnesses still testifies.


II.

The crimson panes like blood-drops stigmatize
The western floor. The aisles are mute and cold.
A rigid fetich in her robe of gold
The Virgin of the Pillar, with blank eyes,
Enthroned beneath her votive canopies,
Gathers a meagre remnant to her fold.
The rest is solitude; the church, grown old,
Stands stark and gray beneath the burning skies.
Wellnigh again its mighty frame-work grows
To be a part of nature's self, withdrawn
From hot humanity's impatient woes;
The floor is ridged like some rude mountain lawn,
And in the east one giant window shows
The roseate coldness of an Alp at dawn.

~Edith Wharton

 

[sophieloves]

I like to look at you
asleep on your side, face
cradled by down soft pillow.
I like to read
you like a poem, slowly
attending to the detailed
whisps about the eyes
slipping under lids, lips
pursed as if about to kiss.

In this, your nightly cruise,
you take leave
from port of day's
forgotten words meeting
off course to sail along
the sea of dark
through strings of island stars,
at the masthead bearing on
toward sun about to be
uncovered.

I like to see you stir
when into the small
cupped petal of your ear,
my whisper drifts:
touch me, touch me.
I like to watch you rise
as if some foreign tongue
you once spoke came
suddenly back to you, watch
you fix a course across
the sheeted light onto
the continent of my body.

ohhh!
wow - such sounds....... such images.... wow!