Poetry for killing time

Where are you tonight my love?
What is it that you do?
It's true my heart is torn apart
When I'm not with you
What enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
Are any of them of me?
When, my dear, you go to bed
Is it my face you see?

Who is honoured with your presence now?
And do they even care?
The thought of you not being admired
Fills me with despair
Do they appreciate your loveliness?
Do they marvel at your splendor?
Do they love to hear your velvet voice?
Do they adore your smile so tender?

If they do not
Then they all are fools
and had you been with me
Every day, my love, you'd be a queen
because that's what you are to me

I'm at your feet
and I come with gifts
my body, heart, and soul
They're yours to do with as you please
to command and to control

I give myself with all my heart
I'm yours for all of time
Your slave, your queen, your anything
only say that you are mine
 
P

The image was of me flowing through you
everywhere,
all the membranes gone transparent,
the holding released
and so a washing.
I felt me pouring, and you.

You knew then all that I knew,
arms and legs circling,
the core enclosed,
the two/one of us
balanced and still.

Oh the welcome, the ease,
the walls saturated,
slithering into small mounds.

We breathed,
we drank,
taking care not to tear the lace.

K
 
From Iron and Wine

I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you to death

When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll say...
 
Embers of night flare up afresh
when you ignore the morning in my arms
and kindle the familiar hearth of love

Whenever scorched however scarred
we hearten heal reconflagrate
Twin flames ever in blissful blaze.
 
On some days when I have nothing to do...

I sometimes wonder if it's true
That who is what,
and what is who?

And I always wonder,
How are you?

-Winnie and Piglet
 
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
 
For you know who, from the belle

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.
 
Flyin_Free said:
You write amazing poems Atmas.
That was Dickinson, actually, but didn't want to be too obvious in crediting her.
And, thanks.
 
I remember the middle of you tapped the mouth of me.
I remember reaching you, connecting me.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember the weight of me.

I remember the back of you met the front of me.
I remember we filled the space between.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember what I could be.

I remember the hope of you changed the mind of me.
I remember we saw you in me.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember what’s missing from me.

I remember the moments you made empty on purpose.
I remember the silence of nothing in the way between us.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember the problem with girls like me.
 
I smell something i once held dear
someone I can never again hold near
You kept me warm on more than one night
but the gap between us i could not fight

Behind a holy image you hide
It hurt to know we never on the same side
the love i had for you I thought would never die
but now your gone and all i do is cry

I know ill keep on living without you
but this loss is so hard to get through
My fire for you will be laid low
And im finally learning to let go
 
AlotLikePsyche said:
I remember the middle of you tapped the mouth of me.
I remember reaching you, connecting me.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember the weight of me.

I remember the back of you met the front of me.
I remember we filled the space between.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember what I could be.

I remember the hope of you changed the mind of me.
I remember we saw you in me.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember what’s missing from me.

I remember the moments you made empty on purpose.
I remember the silence of nothing in the way between us.
I remember you and we.
But you remember, not to be mean…
But you remember, I’m just being real…
But you remember the problem with girls like me.

This is great. Thanks for sharing.
 
siddhartha757 said:
I smell something i once held dear
someone I can never again hold near
You kept me warm on more than one night
but the gap between us i could not fight

Behind a holy image you hide
It hurt to know we never on the same side
the love i had for you I thought would never die
but now your gone and all i do is cry

I know ill keep on living without you
but this loss is so hard to get through
My fire for you will be laid low
And im finally learning to let go
I sense the deep feeling of this. Thanks.
And, thanks for linking to this thread in your sig. This has existed as a sort of catharsis for myself and others when the muse strikes.
And though I don't post as frequently as perhaps I should, my muse strikes almost every day, for my muse is beauty and she walks among us but is perhaps unaware of her impact..
 
I met her in a strangers place
never knew the real feel of her face
she called me near to her
The time ive known her has become a most lovely blur

we chased the hours and lonleyness chill
oh the days and years together we would fill
those first few words on the telephone so sweet
those wonderful feelings playing to loves fiery beat

promised words and a meeting made of gold
the way I feel for, not one bit cold
that perfect feeling, i love her so damn much
Im waiting to damn long to feel her sweet touch

oh, Im gonna love her till my beard turns gray
oh what would doubters, or my parents say
Ill hold her close to me and give her all my life
tell you the truth of it, i might make her my wife

And if you tell me no love lasts forever
Im telling you, I never say never
on that day, my heart she stops beating
my love for this girl wont soon be fleeting
 
I heard your voice, through the mists
'cross silver hills, I felt your kiss
I walked alone through lands of grey
your lonely voice, my sunlight ray
 
Alone in the very corner of an elevator
I want so much to be held
That I press my hands and face
Against the cool metal walls
To let them hold me there
And I feel grateful for their company.
 
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This is truly a wonderful thread! I love the diversity of people who pop in and share their souls here...It does soothe me which is very hard to find these days...truly soothing things.

Thanks to all and a wonderful 2007 to you!

:rose: :) :heart:
 
AlotLikePsyche said:
Alone in the very corner of an elevator
I want so much to be held
That I press my hands and face
Against the cool metal walls
And I feel grateful for their company.

If you only knew how this one let me just....cathart...let go....cry.

Thank you. Sighs.
 
My love has wings
feathered, splendored things
with grace in upswept curve
and tapered tip.
 
the stars in my firmament

You are.
just above my gaze,
but always somewhere around me
When the world groans,
and even the air is difficult,

that somewhere you share
the air
around me.
breathes beauty
into the most gruesome.

And the most most gruesome
profits from your presence.
 
This is new for me. But a dream last night made me think. I will try my best.

Sometimes I wonder where you've gone
It hurt, but it was what needed to happen
Forever it could not last

I miss you with all my heart
I miss you in my hand
Only with you could I strike out

You will never come back to me
But, that is alright
It's not the pain that hurts

It's the loss
 
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