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 Sep 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
Warm as honey in sunlight
soaking into my soul, being
my soul's core whenever
you are here with me.
Voice of sweet melancholia
and ripe, enduring strength,
so tender, and so earthy.
Bravely you began again,
autumn years bringing
seasoned song like no
other to a world in need.
Obrigada, from my heart.
For Cesaria Evora (1941-2011)
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015
Christian Bixler
Words,
imagery,
poignancy,
laconic
brevity,
extended
profundity,
rhetorical
brilliancy,

Poetry...
bringer of insight,
harbinger of wisdom,
manifestation of
wonder.
Poetry is an art that is kept hold of only tenuously. We must keep it alive or it will be lost forever, in favor of "newer" passions.
 Aug 2015
South-by-Southwest
I sometimes can feel
your mental embrace
through all these miles of thought

Even a faint wisp of breath
there upon my face
i've caught

And my lips can almost touch
your kiss even in this separation
of all our time and space

We fight and you demand
I fight back and take a stand

But in the end I surrender
all of me to you

Because I know
I am nothing now
without the hand of you
 Aug 2015
Sk Abdul Aziz
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
You still have all of me, me.....me
Just an awesome song!!!
 Aug 2015
Hank Helman
I know her intimately and not at all,
Her fragrance infiltrates, chases me,
A whiff off the tips of my fingers,
The smell of her is hunger,
It makes me wont to wolf and devour,
Her flush on the flat of my tongue,
Her angel whisper,
Our quiet choir a pleasure,
A harmony,
A crescendo until we seed and mute.
Between us,
Our damp swap,
A no man’s land,
A moist design,
The map of lust.
The art of love is always,
In its stains.
 Aug 2015
L T Winter
I'm-slow-rhythm
-Kissing-spaces
With thyme,

And we call her rosemary
because fear stole the heart
While my mind fathoms her name.

'Sometimes'

I'll call her coral
As I sleep shes sun-bound
Drying eyes.

Even though--
Merely-working
Keeping pastures and paper alive.

These visions; I must see again.
 Aug 2015
Wanderer
I have thought about your soft breezes
Edging along the curve of my jaw line
Like soft snow drift whispers
While the sun sits midway
I hope to put you up with words and smiles
Swing in your mind's hammock to pass the summer day
I know no other way to show you
How even your broke down barn doors
Give me shivers
I'd even help you paint them
A fresh coat on those aged timbers
I want to breathe you in
Chase your homegrown fumes
You'd fill my jar with moonbeam sweetness
Give us a taste, won't you?
You've got this thirsty girl wanting
Down on grass stained knees
Pour us both a swallow
Share a sip with me?
 Aug 2015
Urmila
And when you told me about all the things you love,
With mad passion in your eyes,
I fell in love with you

And when you shared your thoughts,
Too private for small talk,
I fell in love with you

And when you placed your responsibilities over your self,
Too demanding for anyone to fulfil,
I fell in love with you

And when you loved,
Loved a stray dog, affectionately working your fingers on his neck,
I fell in love with you

And when you hid your pain,
Masked brilliantly in your laugh, for no naked eye to suspect,
I fell in love with you

And when you sang Chasing Cars,
Humming, unconcerned with the passing traffic,
I fell in love with you

And when you told me about your day,
From the big accomplishments, to the tiny, gorgeous observations,
I fell in love with you

And when Ed Sheeran sang All of the Stars,
Thinking all I wanted was nothing more, than to see you walking in that door,
I fell in love with you

And when they told me how amazing you are,
People unexposed to even a fifth of your brilliance;
Privileged,
I fell in love with you

And a million other times,
In a thousand other moments,
Irrespective of intent,
Forever more,
I fell in love with you
 Aug 2015
Misty Meadows
Forevermore, never more
Can I do this.
You dwell upon the negative,
Whilst I'm an opportunist.
The truth is...

My ego higher than
The mufuckin roof is.
Compliments ain't **** if you just
Think yourself as useless.

Frankly, I ain't angry.
I'm just foolish.
A fool for you, I'll do for you
Anything to prove it.
But more or less, the **** you say
Just tires me to ruthless.
I'm tiring, so tired from
Always being clueless.
Your doubt gon' make me
Lose it.
Take the plug and
Pull it.
I don't care, don't you dare
Deny the **** is stupid.
Stupidly I'm used to all this
*******.

You're the best kind of nuisance.
'

"In the world of mortals there's no greater perfection than music."
~ Impeccable Space Poetess

'

Divine music beats
bombard my being
as non-rippened ripples

The surface of my ear drums aches
without perfectly harmonious
sounds
complementing

Roses blossom in a quiet garden,
some lavish quietudes here, where
I've got enough peace and not
the right space for a siren's songs
enthralling enchantment

Searching at the random pace
for the most peculiar music ~
thunders in my thoughts!

Those undiscovered waves
appear as lustrous song lenghts,
as limbs of a sound corpus slumbering
in the solace of silence and rhythm

Deep bits bite my emptiness
and this wanton yearning  
forces me to reflect upon
this uncultivated
wilderness
and
what's there to miss at all means

'

lovable etudes
classical chello drifts
bansuri flutes


'
*In the world of mortals perfection does not exist!?*

Auuughhhhhh......... still searching for the perfect music!!!!
..........at this stage of my life. Please, please! If you have your most beloved music, post it as a link here. Thank you from the depths of my yearning heart!
 Aug 2015
Inked Papers
When a gun is pointed at you,
you are afraid of the gun,
not the one who
points it
at you.
                                                            ­                    *We aren't afraid of people,
                                                         ­                      but to the thoughts that have
                                                                ­                                            come alive
                                                           ­                                                 into            ­                                                                 ­                               words.
Masked faces, tears shed with a persistent smile
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