Best Alcove Poems
In alcove of the palace on that night
I felt the rush of pleasure and delight
He pressed me to the wall and forced a kiss
I nearly fainted as I tasted bliss
The dark and handsome Prince of kingdom fair
He ran his fingers through my raven hair
And then he burned my mouth with hungry lips
I felt the clutch of hands upon my hips
I could not breath, all thought had taken flight
He was of royal blood and noble height
Pervading every dream, he’d ravished me
And now each longing wish had come to be
He whispered in my ear, “I’ll make you Queen!
Though servant now you are, your slave I’ve been
I’ve wanted you from moment you walked by
You fill my life, oh darling of my eye!"
And then he planted kiss on heaving breast
His lips in need to be my bosom guest
He pulled back then and looked into my eyes
“The man who touches you, THAT man, he DIES!
“No one will taste your nectar, none but I
I’ll speak to Sultan; rules will change, I’ll try
To take as wife a slave of common birth
For there is none as fair upon this earth.”
He crushed me to himself and walked away
I waited for my Prince both night and day
A summon came to speak to Sultan then
“My son’s to wed, I’ll tell you where and when.
I found for him a princess fair and bright
Her skin is soft and supple, lily white
She is my brother’s girl, his next of kin
Forget him dear, his love for you is sin.”
I wept that night as I walked to my door
Constrained to take my life, the poison pour
When soon my ears did hear the wondrous sound
Of steed in haste, his hoofs pounding the ground
He came to me and begged me to forgive
My love he needed if he were to live
He laid me on my bed and did implore
“I have your soul, but now I beg for more.”
By candle light the Prince made love to me
I sighed, I cried, I died, he set me free!
“Arise my love, let’s leave this cursed place
You’re now my wife, oh girl of angel face.”
To kingdom fair, we bade a last farewell
My joy and rapture none but heart can tell
We lived a life of love and sweet repose
He was MY Prince and I his Passion Rose.
Eileen Manassian
In the midst of mess and dust
Of knickknacks and trinket boxes turned to rust,
sat a small, dirty, bag,
dog-earred and worn; the sides beginning to sag.
Among its contents of pictures and cards,
Reminders of love and life, before it was hard.
In a wrinkled old envelope, plain as could be
Not much to look at, hard to see,
was a sweet note written in a girlish hand,
from his bride-to-be before she wore his wedding band.
The words were simple and filled with promises of love and hope,
They were the beacon on which they relied to cope.
When the world would keep them apart,
Through these words they were heart to heart.
He smiled as he read her words written so long ago in a time that seems so far away
Sometimes they seem to have gotten lost from day to day.
Softly and gently he held that card sealed with a youthful kiss
When passion was high and life was bliss.
To a sailor and his bride-to-be
Life was nothing but blue seas.
They vowed to love in all kinds of weather
Believing they were meant to be together.
In that small card she poured out her heart
with her soulmate; exuberant for their life together to start.
Lovingly, he looked at his bride of so many years
Gently he held her,remembering all the laughter, love and tears.
Life has a way of waging war on love and getting in the in the way
Chipping and hacking and eroding with
mundanities and heart ache day by day.
Love sometimes gets lost in the shuffle
Passion falls by the wayside and egos scuffle
Sometimes a simple reminder is all that is needed
A simple gesture, kind words repeated.
Among the dust and mess of long forgotten trinkets in a musty, dusty alcove
In a messy, torn bag, long weathered and worn, they found love.
I seen it in the pale blue dawn
rousing....chocked full of diligence
silent running wisdom bliss
monsters seen with seldom fist
Zenith prized this heroin kiss
Shooting heat in cooker piss
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
The other day my beloved asked me to do her a favorite I agreed but it's going to be a wild hard travel, yet she accepted. We hit a desert road to Alcove peak, under that mountain we lighted two candles. We were going down to enter alcove, there she gazed at the roof then to the ancient books. Randomly she picked one asking what this about. Aldebaran and Altair I told her so. We had a good chilling/hot night. Good morning :)
Form:
When doubt nibbled at my soul
Love flew in and turned my mangrove
Scoring the most important goal
That love landed in my alcove
All of sudden the way forward grew clear
Wondering why I couldn’t see
The prize that’s always been mine, holding me dear
Wishing me
Well through thin and thick
Through affliction and pain
Asking only to love, to care when weak
Broken, mistaken, I searched on the wrong side in vain
Rummaging through emptiness
Groping in a forest of indifference
Probing for warmth in the marble coldness
Blinding me, steering me from the influence
Love held for me in store
Waiting my heart to gladden
Although the momentum of progress I broke
Wishing I could float in a happiness den
When genuine, serene, pristine
Love stormed my blindness
Telling me clean
Intentions it’s held to free me from the stranglehold of sadness and loneliness
Like a powerful magnet
To attract me to the bosom of love
Not through tricks and mirages of the Internet
But through congenial commitment that love peals on me shove.
when you wanted to give me
you never said for a while
salavic eclipse per epilepsy
test of the taste then a bile
like a swing in the atmosphere's mood
scared earth passionate puke
next the sky seemed to be soothe
catharsis resetting her view
I never held back
like the waves pulling her muse
contractions of zeal moistened hard
supine sand tracing the tune
chaperoned by a virtuoso,
torrent complimenting the blue
undaunted, feigning its strokes
catharsis resetting her view
This mouth counted its syllables
tossed each subsequently
watched them dance dribbles
erected a mood in your feelings
like the wind and tiresome trees
the former a bow from the latter drew
shriek a shudder, tortured trees
catharsis resetting her view
I'll love no more,
feelings transmogrified into glue
like winter firstly to the earth draw
catharsis resetting her view.
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*Note*: A reflection on the French form of Poetry entitled 'Ballade'. Let it not be mistaken for 'Ballad' of tragic attributions.