sensually beautiful

When you reach the forest which way does the wind blow?
Rippled currents of warm breath through dried thickets
Leaving a once vibrant tree of love parched yet reaching
Reaching for the roots that you have left uprooted, and exposed

Wallowing in this now desolate forest of past hope
Stung by the dark predators left behind by your shadows
Shadows blanket the vast brown hue of bygone’s greenery
Naked dehydration runs rampant like a stalked deer

You have left a beaver’s dam empty of liquid passage
Passage into a world of silence that echoes loudly
Hunter turned hunted in the breath of a fatal kiss
Kiss of a slow death begging the return of muddied lips

When you reach the forest does the sun burn eternally?
Forever craving the kiss from muddied lips of rose red
Oh, sung song of the lonely songbird sings repeatedly for me!
Flight of spring’s love brought flames of impassioned death

You took me into the embrace of love’s exquisite harvest
You took me to the depths of pandemonium, and made me love it!
You longed the sound of a fallen tree, and I fell just for you!
Enrapturing me within the confines of a sun’s kiss upon a thorn studded rose

When you reach the forest do you recognize the cries of me?
Me, the love struck one that crawled at your unforgiving side
Through the lush essence that slays the darkest of nights
A night time that opens wide, and swallows the fading memory of me

When you reach the forest stop, listen, and hold me again
Hear the thunder of a broken hourglass in the quicksand of you!
Oh, how I crave the muddied lips that breathes the fatal kiss
Kiss me once more my love, and put me out of my misery!

As a huge fan of Pablo Neruda this is my attempt at writing in his style. If you never read Pablo I would highly recommend you do. This poem was inspirred by this piece pf his: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/pablo_neruda/poems/15712

I agree with teagle! You have created some nice imagery and I love using internal rhyme like you have done here

thank you for all the reads flame

thank ya thank ya

why thank you

The flame that burst from the striking of my soul against yours


Lost in confusion and total self-bliss,
I've found the relation between dream and wish.
A dream is a fantasy lived only while asleep
but a wish has a compass vast, far and deep.

A dream can bring true the wish never thought,
as your mind wanders aimlessly and feelings are sought.
But a wish is a simple, momentous undertaking,
a grasping of things while still in the making.

Now my understanding of wish and of dreams,
have broadened my scope - or so it would seem.
But still I'm confused and nothing is clear,
because you are a wish, yet a dream so dear.

With the breath of each day, I wish for your sight,
visions of loveliness turned to dreams in the night.
You've become such a fantasy with realistic tones,
I long for your love and time spent alone.

Sadly enough my dreams cause confusion,
for all their purpose is meager illusion.
And though the dawn of each day may be cheerful to sight,
I fear the darkness and my continuing fight.

For now its a war - a battle within,
a dreadful nightmare which rationality must win.
What should I do? Where shall I begin?
Should I ask for your love or remain a dear friend?

In my dreams you're my lover and my world is complete,
but in life your a martyr to hope so elite.
I've grown to know you and care with a passion
but fear lies within mutual attraction.

If I were to approach you with some indication,
would I strengthen our friendship or cause detonation?
This is the confusion, the struggle, the fight,
until I am sure, you'll remain a dream in the night.


gee they need to allow you to edit the topic heading

thank you animal and Igo

why thank you to paint a picture within the mind's eye is the goal

WOOT!!!! Message is loud and clear

and muse-cians

and the poem speaks of a lesson we must all learn through the course of living... love thyself first and foremost only then may you love PROPERLY and allow another to do the same! Lovely!

thy silvery shade still cometh,
cast upon mute feathery zephyrs
that swirl in silence
yet thee thunder still sings
of gravel pitted grandeur
that rolls like a single bead
of wax from thy faceless flame
flickering in the pale moonlight
of a cloud clotted canopy
that hisses
and hovers ever so faithful.

gracias!

The plunge is a frightful happening when the abyss looks so much like the precipice of fullfillent. The question remains can you be the highwire act without a net or not? well done, J!

I shall leave you cause at this very moment I just want to bask in the glory of your soul,,,

Simply Beautiful


awww La, that truly is about as nice a thing anyone can say to another. thank you

Sighhhhhh'ssss... as she ponders off

Magnificant


thnk you

you are too sweet

thanks bro thought in many ways I am a basketcase are not all deep-ish thinkers that feel? lmao again thanks for the read and comment

haply God's riddled it --
in the dictionaries of me --
therefore you released I, and you,
in the rivers of the darkest night,
secreted sacred knowledge of me
and of poets, words that pierced my armor

parts of me, live in you --
out connection invisible --
that release the levee of I,
and I, acquire frothed droplets of you.
insights of thee, only I see dawn
break feelings reflected through me,
of me, bond so strong, thine undetectable,
and you too, live within me.

bless our park, the bounty cast skyward --

it may not be beloved of gods and heroes --
whilst thine eye on that which writers use
and muse, so foreign once,
and sighs that dart off thee mirror pure
with every sound and all your sweet.
and to the ghost I go through portals of beauty --
and that love of swings and carousels --
i feel that which you, woman-savior, laid the Sun
as it breaks below my mind most complete,
though thou art we affect each one knows.--

that love, of hills and valleys --
engulfing thee and i fully, separate
from the rest of the world,
encasing us warmly.
often, i ponder, is our bond
felt by others, have they
found love, as i have in thee?
that sacred, ancientness of feeling,
that has opened itself to you and I --

an arm beneath a dream of tresses --
dressed in golden maiden adventures
where your scent, the bloom of promise,
lingers in the bosom of earthy eternity.