Best Lovesound Poems
. The sound of
Stilettos coming home.
The echo reverberates
In the empty hall,
My heart
Salivates,
And my soul
Is at pure ease
To know that
Its soul mate
Has come home.
In the morning
Stilettos make
Deep sounds
Of their lone
Departured echoes.
My mind
Yearns and
Waits for
The sound to return.
The satisfying sound of resounding
Steps from the one I love to satisfy
Step their way down the long corridor.
The countdown begins after the evening news
I like to wait and listen to the beauty of
The last 10 steps reciting their poems in taps
In a rhythmic sequence of poetic bliss.
10 -9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1...I’m home.
The sound of your
voice,
I feel it deeply in
my heart,
Ive got no other
choice,
Im loving it so much.
***
It is breaking a
blind silence,
It is calling after
you,
It is cutting any
distance,
Im freezing staying
mute.
***
The sound of your
voice-
It is the music of
my soul,
It is my own
favourite noise,
It is my best
flavour dawn.
***
Its my calling for
you,
Im ready to the
trip,
Im as never sure,
Cause Im just
loving you.
***
I love you so simply,
No words are
behind,
I dream about you
extremely-
You are always on
my mind.
***
The sound of your
voice,
Its flaming like the
fire,
Youre my single
choice,
Youre my deepest
desire.
These forgotten badlands are arid and parched. It’s felt the blistering, desert hot winds.
Turbulent gritty sand storms have crossed these lands. What was once lively, thriving is
now only a desolate, thirsty terrain. After being drought-ridden for so long, the ground is
hard, unyielding even to the smallest root. Even vultures have stopped flying overhead
for how can something die if everything is already dead?Day after desiccated day, the sun
beams down, relentless. Although the night is somewhat welcoming, it is still so thick and
humid that it doesn’t provide much comfort. But there’s a scent in the air….something
somewhat familiar but from ages ago. There’s a change in the atmosphere…and an eerie
silence that stretches for miles, like time has stood still. Splat! There…a scattered, dark
circle on the ground…disappearing almost instantly. Suddenly, the scorching sky breaks
open. Rain…cool, wet liquid…it does exist. Looking across the horizon, you can see it. Like
a silky veil draping over the lands in a steady, fluid motion. There is no other sound
around…just the sound of this drumming rain landing, making everything it touches glisten
and gleam like diamonds. Giving drink to a once thought unquenchable territory, it opens
up wide and soaks it all in. The water running, dripping into the trenches that were only
once small cracks…..reaching depths unknown to bring forth life of what was once dead. If
there were such a smell as years of dehydration and depravity finally receiving
sustenance, this smell would be it. Such a beauty to behold…so much water that it stands
in pools until this hardened ground can learn what it’s like to soften in order to accept it.
It’s everywhere, can you see it? Abundant, unwavering water. Everything has been so
barren, you can see for miles…but…wait..what’s this? Something so small that you would
almost miss it. Emerald green, a majestic inch…a sprout….a sprout of hope….a sprout of
life…
Surrounded by tropical treasures
large plumed birds called in
strange and beautiful ways
only to be answered from another
a long way away,
flowers with bright petals provided
a blanket of color with a dazzling array.
Cascading water forms a foaming white tower
falling, falling down a long wet slide
broke the calm of an otherwise peaceful day.
Breathtaking in speed and power the race of the
falling water deafening to the ears causes
the heart to race with its power.
Green footprints form where the falls left their trail
a lasting story of a never ending tale.
Two hearts intertwined in a paradise
far away from the noise of another land
Lost in love like no other love
two souls joined as one on a tropical sand.
With passions meeting as two deeply in love
a kiss - a touch - an embrace to last
away from the life so far past
lost in love, like no other love could be.
Pulled to the sound of the never ending fall
high above the turbulent pool beneath
the two lovers watched the waters falling
their hearts racing with the rush of the water.
Arm in arm they stepped into the rush
and down with the flow they went
falling with unbelievable speed and power
to meet the pool far beneath.
Deep into the pond they fell
searching for each others arms
at last touching their fingers
pulling each into the others arms.
Lips touching the others
deep and lasting the effect
as they reached for the light
that shown above them before they
lost their breathe.
Gasping with one last effort
to reach that final breathe
a sound was heard in the distance..
..."Good morning America, its 6:00 a.m.
in the morning, and here is the news of
today...."
…and then the shackles were suddenly broken…
she looked at those shreds of mist that had been chaining her soul,
now lying inert at her feet,
the sweetness of that curse removed,
voices screaming ‘freedom at last!’ within her head,
and for a moment fear dwelled within her heart…
now she had to learn the steps of a new life,
but she could barely stand on her feet…
…then her gaze moved upon him –
he had asked her something…now what was that?...
her name!...
she shook her head slowly, not remembering it,
but she wanted to give him a name…
and letters began to form on her lips…
a…
n…
and sound by sound a new being was born within her…
d…
r…
her soul changing its color…
o…
m…
and then the shape shifting was complete…
e…
d…
and he became hers…
a…
Andromeda was a princess from Greek mythology who, as divine punishment for her mother's
bragging, (the Boast of Cassiopeia) was chained to a rock as a sacrifice to a sea monster.
She was saved from death by Perseus, her future husband. Her name is the Latinized form of
the Greek ??d??µ?d? (Androméde). The traditional etymology of the name is "to think of a
man," from ????, ??d??? (aner, andrós) "man" combined with µ?d?µa? (medomai) "to think, to
be mindful of."
My gaze is swayed,
My thoughts scattered.
An unrecognisable tremor.
Is that sweat I feel?
My grip tightens.
The cold steel kisses my skin.
I forget to breath, forget to blink.
Mouth runs dry.
No sound registers.
No sound but that of my heart.
Transfixed by the blue.
Like dazzling sea kissed by sun.
I’m drowning, yet I stand.
Held only by the glue.
The glue of longing.
Fire grazes my lips.
Months, days, hours and seconds.
All have lapsed.
All, but this sequence,
Each time my eyes meet yours.
Form:
With the frost on the window panes,
I see the face of a love long gone.
The sound of children playing in the snow used to bring me joy,
Now it leaves a pain in my soul.
The fire burns bright the sound of logs crackling fill the night,
But all I hear is the sound of my breaking heart.
The home we once shared is so lonely,
How I miss the love that once was mine all because not to my heart
I listened but to my mind.
Form:
Gentleman locks the door I hear
Click
The sound of it echoes in my ear
It’s time to begin, my interview…
”...come into site of me…”
A voice in the darkness calls
Silence becomes the walls and
He motions my move with a hand
Enticing sound of a leather band
”...panties on the desk…” he says next.
Sir, my firm nipples confess,
I carry not these unruly mess of
Misguided obstructions
In the codes of my dress.
Allow me please another course
To demonstrate a skill of choice…
I want, to come and work for you
Just a matter of time ‘til you’ll want me too
Execute the tasks of this interview…
A little cream in your latte ’s due, I notice.
.
Darkly heals of pointed action
Saunter soft to a hard attraction
... it was said, to put the whips on
Chest over desk in a slight horizon
Spread like an eagle and facing the Sun
Inspired to oblige… is a team player, Bond.
Prying eyes on the intercom
Taking notes and recording songs
Nothing isn’t noticed, her eyes a grin
Lifting skirt and exposing skin
Fabric of her blouse so very thin
Refreshing foam against the rim
In a cup of desire filled to the brim…
”...do you type…” he asked again
Like a wild fire replies the Wind
88 plus words in the whisper of a mind.
Form:
When I open my eyes
I want to see you face,
When I close my eyes
I want to dream of you,
It may sound insane
It may sound obsessive
It may just be
That you captured my heart,
The air that I breathe
Seems to emulate you
The words from your lips
Seems to spew passion
Just for me…
The question remain,
A constant refrain,
Please remain and
let me capture yours too…
LOVE IS LIKE THE SOUND OF FLOWERS,
A SOFT AND GENTAL BREEZE,
OF TWO PEOPLE HAND IN HAND,
SO CALM AND SO AT EASE.
WE KNOW LOVE IS A FEELING,
THAT REALLY HAS NO SOUND,
BUT IF WE LISTEN WITH OUR HEARTS,
WE CAN HEAR IT ALL AROUND.
WE HEAR IT FROM THE ONES WHO CARE,
THE ONES WE HOLD SO DEAR,
IT CAN BE HEARD ABOVE ALL ELSE,
FROM THOSE THAT WE KEEP NEAR.
SO LISTEN CLOSE AND YOU SHALL HEAR,
A SOUND THAT SETS ITSELF APART,
THE SOUND OF LOVE IS EVERYWHERE,
JUST LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART.
My world is crashing down.
You can hear nothing but the sound.....
The sound of my cries,the sound of my heart aching.
I feel like I'm breaking.
I'm falling into this darkness you pushed me into.
I feel like I'm just a fool.
The girl you knew is not here.
She died because of fear.
I wish you were never real.
Dead inside is how you make me feel.
I don't know what to do,
but I know you're not true.
My suffering is your joy.
I guess I was only a toy.
I have nothing more to lose.
Instead of this,I wish I was crying 'cause of a bruise.
the sound of the whispering winds of spring
is the same as the soft spoken words we had
funny how those once happy words, now make me sad
we used to lay in a bed like a queen and king
but, tonight I lay in bed and wonder what tomorrow will bring
the sound of a campfire where everyone forgets
is the same as the fireplace we once slept by
on frozen nights as the winter flakes would fly
when the snowy storms blocked even sunsets
but both now and then I live without any regrets
the sound of rain on the leaves of a white oak
is the same as tears hitting this farewell letter
we always know that, someday, it will get better
but for this last moment the tears slowly will soak
around this setting ink that you did provoke
Spoken silently
The sound of love
And yet spoken loudly
The sound of thought
Madness, as it’s been labeled
Mad, as I’ve been labeled
Form:
She gazed off into the distance,
Just as the sea was consuming the last bit of the golden sun,
She was nestled in the sand while listening to the silence in the waves,
So many nights on the beach she sat alone...wishing for a sound,
A sound other than her own breath...her own heartbeat,
Tonight was different...unlike any other night that had come before,
To her surprise...one heartbeat turned into two...then three...and four,
Beating a playful rhythm...beating in sync...echoing within her chest,
The sound was deafening ...it rumbled the very core of her soul,
The sound became louder...the beating faster....closer,
She turned in anticipation...was she alone...was it her imagination,
Had her dreams created this being....this creature...this dream,
In the flesh...he sat next to her staring into her eyes...breaking her gaze,
The beams of light bouncing off the ocean onto his heavenly face,
His eyes sparkling so brightly...mimicking the crystal of the ocean mist,
His lips soft....like the brush of the evenings breeze against her skin,
His arms strong ...like the heavy waves crashing into the rocks,
She longed for his embrace....reaching out to touch him...to see if he was real.
Form:
I love the way the sun breaks through
The misty morning trees
I love the sound of buzzing
From a swarm of honey bees
I love the sound of crickets
As they serenade the moon
I love to sit by evening lake
And listen to the loon
I love it when I hit the gas
In my old, cranky car
And it responds by going fast
And taking me afar
I love to lie in bed awake
As thunder storms roll through
I love to hear the rumbling
And to see the lightning too
I love the taste of rum and coke
Awash upon my tongue
As I reflect back to the days
When I was strong and young
I love to recollect the past
It's fodder for my thoughts
Lovers names and party games
And things that I forgot
I love the feel of tender skin
Beneath my calloused hand
I love to hear the moan of joy
That such a touch demands
I love the feeling that I get
When I say, "I love you"
I also love the feeling
When I hear her say it too
I love my home
I love my wife
I love my dogs
I love my life
I love my country
Shore to shore
I love my freedom
More and more
Oh! And I love to write.
Thanks for reading. :-)
Rockman