Long poem by
Tyronne James | Details |
My love for you is brighter than the Sun
My heart is addicted and you are my drug,
I am committed to this like prison but I am not convicted
Because my soul has risen, you are a white light through a prism
I don't care who knows, ask me and I'll admit it,
You came to me, Was spirit was broken and you fixed it
I'll admit that I came face to face with your apparition
I was a victim in the hospital And I was admitted
Into your care, you were the only one who was permitted
Or who had permission to enter my heart but the transition was hard
I was stuck in remission and my vision was clouded, my mind was dark
With you I feel like I am completely limitless
No need for remarks...
For the light to the dark, back to sun rays, walking alone in the park
Sitting on a bench, waiting for you to take my heart,
Waiting for the flame to be ignited by this spark
I know that two years in is not the end, it's only the start
I still miss you when you leave, I crave you when you stay
Girl, you have definitely left your mark
I want to tell you so many things
I wash I had the words, but my tongue is in a sling,
I want to run to you but I think I'll sprint,
Because running without you just doesn't seem to make sense
Without you in my life I would have no strength,
I would constantly be on edge, constantly slipping of the ledge...
It's intense when your heart has no cost but it can be an expense
When life gets you down and you realize this person is all you have left
You want to engrave them on your heart just like a crest,
When this life shoots to kill, you are my bullet proof vest
Everyone else is a lie and you are the truest influence to every aspect of
My life contains more than enough evidence
What everyone thinks is irrelevant
All their thoughts make people skeptical,
I wanna love you until the Sun and the stars are gone
My love is unique on a celestial level it's something special
You lift me so high you make my body feel like a vessel
A beautiful Spring day with flowers blooming, this is not accidental
This is precious, I will never forget it, I will always remember you
Never to neglect you or disrespect you, there's not even a potential
Instead of being stagnant, my love is kinetic, always moving,
Not worrying about the incidentals,
If I were sad, you would be my anti-depressant
My love for you is like concrete, it's dense, it makes me feel confident
Even when life had me down and I almost lost my shit,
At the end of it all I still got my gift,
I didn't even hit it and I got my lift
I love you more than the Sun loves the sky,
More than the desert loves the rain,
So much so that it cannot be defined
Your love is like a rainbow,
It symbolizes a new day...
When I am low enough to dig a hole through the earth
It's like I can fly while I am with you, I am not lying in this verse
With you I feel the opposite of cursed,
I am on the other side of hurt, came from the other end of the world
Got dragged out the dirt because I was tied to this girl
I hit the bottom of the ocean, hopeless. Searching for a pearl, choking...
Heart stopped working, but I could not stop these urges, I wasn't coping
I was yearning for something perfect
I had no idea I was going learn from it
After all these years, do I love you?
That's an Affirmative!
Your love is fresh and organic with no added preservatives
My heart was sensitive and you took care of it; I deserved it
No carelessness, If you left me, I could never bear with it,
I am scared of it...
Long poem by
Andrey Peysin | Details |
Like a king
I need me
to a fin
I am so dreadful sometimes I am a handful
I think that you think that I think you are dreamy
I think that you know that I think that I'm screaming
I wonder where I am going I wonder what I am seeing
I wonder where I am silenced and beautiful you are now dreaming
I think of all the things that you have done and wronged
I wonder what I have found what it is to be with someone
I like your discounts
I like the way that you count sounds
I think that you're crazy and crazily rounded into a fraction
I think that you think of me as an action
I know you not
I know you not like a snot ridden discount infested twat
I think you think me hot
I know ...
I think you think me hot
I believe in the way you kiss because it is such a dream
I think it is the way ...that you make me scream
I believe it to be
The silence grew...out of an uncomfortable pause
I glanced at you and you have an ounce of shame
I then flamed
I think you are twice shy and once renewed
I rebirth you
You are so fleeting
You are deceiving and yet I am so entranced by the sound of your voice I can't help it
You are so truthful it makes me cringe at the sound of the words coming out of your mouth
You make me believe in the myth's of the world
You make me go through the turn based key unlock me systems
I wonder the pains you take to make me miss them
You are so wonderful I so don't diss them
I have asked and asked and received not one bit
the truth of the matter is that I am not licked
I know you you know me not
You know me as something forgot
I think you now have done something wonderful and want me to make you a plain fool
You can't have me as one
I am already there
You can't bend one
I don't care
I simply am who I am and a dutiful me can't be bothered to climb up a round about tree
Like a glove our relationship fits perfectly
how dare you make me question you ...your sanity my vanity
my unlike me want it all I simply can't care enough about it all
I bend you at your will
I send you shivering and quivering all down the spine
I wander and wonder how does that make you feel
I know you are so splendid and lately it makes me squeal
You ask me this now?
I dare not answer and make you a master
I want nothing more than a disaster to action word me into space and laughter
How dare you
How could you
How can you
How must you
I don't want to know
the answer to this is too wrong and it doesn't make us grow
I simply think that you are what you are and I am what I am and we can't make new plans
I don't want to think of it now
I don't want to make amends
I want to make you gone
I want to make you grow
I don't know...I just don't know
what do I want
I want a relationship consisting of an actual friendship
how dare I ask for that first or foremost, honestly
Does it matter now?
How dare you **** and leave and ...wow.
I think of things to say and this
comes nothing out and everything's amiss
I think what fool
what fool you are and were
I danced and you have made me whore.
Long poem by
Shadow Hamilton | Details |
I had not long lost Shona (German Shepherd) and was not sure because of my age and disabilities if I should get another when my daughter spotted an advert .
I thought long and hard and having always since the age of seven had my own dog
I decided that there were ways around my disability.
I went to the farm you were born on and met Matthew and your mum Lady.
Matthew suggested we met the 3 puppies left and take them down the fields so I could
choose. He let you all out and we started off by the time we reached the gate Lady and two pups had run on ahead. I looked at Matthew who had not noticed and said I have be chosen he looked in surprise and said so you have.
Needless to say I took you home and thus began a wonderful relationship you were highly intelligent I remember the first time you saw TV you were glued to the screen. We started obedience classes when you were 6 months old and soon you were in the top class. I quickly learnt when a new challenge or lesson was started to hang back and let you watch. Then when it was your turn you went out and did it nearly perfectly and always nailed it on your second attempt.
You had a yellow squeaky dog toy that you liked to live just outside the door and you would nuzzle it going in and out. One day my daughter said to me Zante thinks it her puppy doesn't she I said yes, then my daughter told me she had thrown it for her and that she went mental checking it was not hurt.
I knew you longed to be a mum so when you were two you went to a good dog and
in time produced nine fine puppies you were so happy and a wonderful mum.
I with your agreement moved yellow squeaky dog to the kitchen window sill.
When the day came for them to go as each one left you lay crying softly by the back
gate and I joined you shedding my own tears.
Two years later after some notable wins in the ring by you and your daughter
Tanganyika you again became a mum to 8 fine pups. Tanganyika did not understand
why you growled and sent her away. You finally allowed her to meet them at around
4 weeks. This time we kept two a dog and a b**ch, still we both cried when parting time came.
I did not know we were on borrowed time and that a year later at only six and half years you developed very aggressive cancer and faded in under 3 weeks I held you here at home while you tried to stand to say hello to the vet you could not get up,
the cancer had sapped your strength.
I cried buckets as we said good bye and you slipped of to peace and heaven
I buried you at home with your yellow squeaky dog that still squeaked and your
favourite blanket. There is an uncarved stone marking the spot in your favourite
corner of the garden.
I still miss you so much as does Tanganyika who went on the following spring on win 3rd at Cruft's 2010 you would have been so proud.
Zante you stole my heart and gave me a new leash on life You will always live
in my heart YOU WERE THE BEST 2003 -2009
Long poem by
madhavi suyog pagare | Details |
The Intensifying love story by
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows
You made me fall sick in your love when I
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky
The way you smiled at my mystifying and
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very
next moment I realized that it is my
sensational love. My true love. Then I
decided that no one had right to do this
except you. If you want to know the
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with
Yes, because you are the one to whom god
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance
When, the moment you wore the golden
ring in my finger and I was happily waving
Just can’t forget the time when our long
lasting friendship turned into lifetime
It was just the blooming of two lover’s
indicating the herald of the marriage. It
means a lot for any girl in this amazing
And yes, you will always find my heart
topped with love showered only for you.
And till my last breathe, my heart beats,
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever,
We both sojourned in each other soul so
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single
second, unless and until, we share what is
running in our mind. It’s just because we
are so much accustomed to each other
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever
Long poem by
Kenneth Davis | Details |
Know What I Am Missing by Kenny Davis
I miss the warmth of the hugs of the soft, smooth skin of her curves. With every
sensual sensation from the mere caress of creation, by only hers, are meant 2
burn 2 very tips of my nerves.
I miss her in the tight, timeless grasp of my arms. Mapping & scaling the
smooth landscaping of the hills & valleys of her body in my hands, yearning of
4 what that might feel like again.
I miss the way it would feel 4 her 2 wrap her arms tightly around my waist, as
my eyes & hers would meet, blessed 2 look down upon the radiant beauty of
her face. Hands 2 meet around the crest of my lower back, as if they were 2
never part again, never letting this vessel depart far from her heart again.
I miss the feel of her arms around my neck. the measure of softness like silk, or
the smoothness of buttermilk, unlike nothing I've never felt, or 2 ever feel again
from no 1 else 4 myself.
What I miss is that of the every moment of every kiss. Though not yet 2
be shared, though I know the urge has been there, the thought of tasting the
mere tips of her lips, becomes 2 much 2 bear, stuck 2 myself, kissing nothing,
but thin air.
I miss what those moments would create, missing out, due 2 a fear of a pain that
might be, on the measure of the pleasure of a love timelessly.
I miss all of the times we did share. Miss hearing her voice with my name through
the air, the feel of her hair, miss the feeling of the closeness of our hearts, when
she was no longer there.
I know I miss all of the time we've lost, in a fear of being hurt again, but at
what cost? Time, 4 each other, God has made, only 2 pass us by, only 2 fade,
taking it all 4 granted, claiming we would wait, when in fact, what a waste.
My lungs misses my air, my reason to breath. The reason my sun rises and shines
to the East. In this world filled with chaos, my serenity, my peace. Only, a lonely
King, missing his Queen.
I miss the affect of how her absence would make my heart stop. In hopes that the
essence of her presence would allow it to beat once again. So that the hollow
halls of my life would hear the walking of her feet once again.
My heart misses hers, missing that of a ghost. Out of everything in my life, I find I
am missing her which matters most. For future moments, we kiss. For future
moments of sensual, intimate bliss. For all of the future, timeless, priceless
moments such as this, from my heart to hers, she is sorely, deeply, passionately
© June 2014 k.davis
Long poem by
Monya Williams | Details |
You see, you see I’m captured within my pain I’m 13
13 only 13
13 years old when my soul died
13, eight months later when my spirit died
13, 13 is all I’ve cried
Within a year I watched myself die twice
First cancer killed my aunt later a disease took my mother’s life,
13 years yet I haven’t grieved
Suppressed my feeling for 13 years so it wouldn’t bother me
Is it true you can die three times yet you live?
19 years old my grandmother died the last I had to give
Holes created in my heart as if I was shot by a bullet
Life threw me a curve ball unavoidable hit by it,
Beat on constantly…
Like African drums not physically
Living in an emotional slum….
Using love to ease the aches
Desperately seeking a soul mate
Loving liars, cheaters, and thieves
Not caring wanting that of someone loving me,
Causing friction, tension and despair
Pushing life away for I can no longer bare
13 years of pain and suffering
No one to blame as I did it to me
How can I let go without feeling alone?
It’s so hard so I continue to hold on
Years of allowing my past to control me,
I only had my past to comfort and depend
Losing my family so early in life is hard to make amend
Lovers and friends come and go
Those who stuck around why they did I don’t know,
Days I’ve spent alone crying in silence
Seeing, feeling, living not understanding it
13 years of suppression now I’ll try to let go
Before my emotional bondage cause me to lose the one I love so,
Isolated from my mate, daily surroundings
Standing in a room full of people only seeing me
13 years I’ve prayed the prayer to open and release
So I can step into anew, pain will decease
Buying into another to hold my hand
Independent all these years lost in where I stand
Using another to ease what is in me backfiring
One application after another constantly hiring,
Father, I need new management
So I can celebrate the life of, death kept me bent
13, 13 years something about 13
If this is the only way to move on then I’ll have to grieve
13, 13 years living in bondage and misery
13 years and 13 years old dying inside me
Tell me what is it about 13
After 13 years I now need my peace
13 years sweat hid my tears
Living without you lost in the years
Seeds I no longer sow
For my flowers ceased to grow
Dying in the end like you
Enough pain I’ve had to endure
Choking in smoke but not none of a cigarette
13 years of disappointments and regrets
From living without you
Until my last days the statement remains true.
Long poem by
Mickey Brady | Details |
The storm comes less often now,
Come it does.
Cyclical… Circular… predictable in its pattern.
It’s been a while dear friend.
The sun so bright-
Harder to find you these days
Memories slow my step suddenly.
Seizing my mind as our past flashes upon a wall.
Compelled… Consumed… by these morsels of time.
Times when immortality we feigned.
This is the calm –
The beginning of the storm
Clouds gather upon the horizon.
The earthy smell of its coming is heavy… heavy upon a familiar breeze.
Ah yes… the breeze that seems cooler than it should.
I draw deeply on this… this sweeping scent of eternity’s veil.
The clouds grow –
Shadows and sunlight struggle before me
All warmth escapes my aura.
I am immersed.
Frantically… Languidly… into the coming of the storm.
Welcome is this diversion… shade from the invading sun.
My mind surrenders –
Souls grasping across time for the other
Peculiar is the searing peace which accompanies the pall.
Only here in the shadows do I… Can I…
Betray… Embrace… the extent of my pain.
Mundane detail is lost in the altered light.
The storm is upon me –
It arrives with intensity. The winds rage…
Deafening… Silent… reprieve from the tainted melody.
The almost honest lyrics of my daily stage.
Thunder claps –
This encore overdue
In the windows of my soul. The salty rain…
Begins to fall.
Welling… Streaming… down the valleys of my contorted mask
I welcome the pain… for in it is your smile.
It lasts until –
It is in the storm that I find you. Little brother…
Leading me forward.
Laughing… Reaching… You bring forever to my eye.
I gleefully let you go again. One eye upon the horizon of always.
I see you little brother –
Receding within me
The shadows persist. The winds no longer rage…
Warm is the breeze.
Comforting… Teasing… as the soul-glow rushes not to leave.
The violent outpour but a misty drizzle.
The storm comes –
Less often now
I miss you most as you leave. Pain becomes peace…
In the wake.
Squinting… Basking… I welcome the glare of the sun.
It seems brighter each time… your shadow grows longer.
Until the next storm –
Long poem by
Chris Boskovski | Details |
Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.
We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.
Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.
Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.
As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.
Long poem by
MoonBee Canady | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_lovers_letter___part_1_of_4_487634' st_title='A Lover's Letter - Part 1 of 4'>
(Canticles/The Song of Solomon / 2 Tim. 3: 16* / Ps. 33: 5
Ps. 37: 28 / Ps. 97: 10 / 2 Chron. 20: 7 / Isa. 54: 5
Deut. 7: 8 / Gen. 1: 1 / John 1: 1, 14, 18 / Ps. 83: 18)
May Liquid Lava Drip and Pool
From This Pen Tonight
As This Lover’s Letter I Have Longed
To Express To You and Write
May Lightning Rods Fuse On These Pages
To Enlighten and Ignite
Words, That Are As Clear As Bells
… as Clear As Black and White
… and Impart Good News
That Encourage and Excite
And Enthuse You With Joy
Like Wind Thru Tree Leaves Incite
And Bring Forth Your Smile
That Resembles Starry Sights
As I Reply and Verify
That All Will Be Alright
For Love Proceeds and Aligns
Just Like A Butterfly Alights …
So Like Blossoms Spread
On Silken Sheets Invite
May This Letter Convey
My Emotions Intense-Felt Might
And Reach You By Moon
Or On The Morrow’s Dawn Light
This Letter Being Sent
With All Hopes Bright
With The Eagerness of Swift Eagles
Focused In-Flight …
While At Present, Being Apart –
To You Seems Not So Clear
And Yes, A Generation of Youth
Ages In A Few Spent Years
But A Generation of Love
Will Not Disappear
For Our Love Will Generate
Power Strong and Secure
(Luke 21: 31, 32*, 33)
For Even Away … In Our Hearts
We Are Ever Near
And For Each Written Word
I Whisper For You To Hear …
For I Want You To Know
I Hold You Cherished, Dear
And I Will Not Forget You …
So Have No Fear …
Have No Fear … For There Is Not
Even To Compare Another
Our Bond Is Unique Like Fingerprints
& Snowflakes, Ocean Waves & Thunders
This, I Speak In Truth To You …
For I Am Your One-True-Lover
So Any Doubts, Lack of Faith
Or Infidelity – Please Smother
While We Are Absent …
One From The Other
(Gen. 31: 49)
There Is A War Raging On
Outside of Your Protected Walls
There Is A Battle Being Fought
Outside of Your Castle’s Halls
So I Need You To Be Brave
I Need You To Stand Tall …
For I Will Return For You
Victorious and All …
And There Is No Chance of Failure
To Make Me Slip-Away or Stall
With This Letter I Want You To Feel
Assured and Also My Touch
… Feel It Like A Soft Breeze
Raindrops, Sunshine and Such
For Our Intimacy Is A Purity
and No Need To Blush
We’ve Shared Secrets and Sacred Events
and Significant Times So Much
We’ve Even Shared Thru Sorrows
… and Neither of Us Gave Up …
And I Can Barely Wait To See You;
To Be Close As Face To Face
and Look Into Your Watchful Eyes
That So Beautifully Gaze
… and To Lift You Gently Up
Like A Black Swan Being Raised
(The Song of Solomon 1: 5)
(Part 1 of 4)
Long poem by
Chris Boskovski | Details |
Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.
The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.
"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.
The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.
Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?