Best Mysterylove Poems
BREATH taking LOVE
in the mist of a refreshing summer morning
you take my night away, giving passion to exceed my day
a Romance so secure, a kiss before you walk away
Cherishing you with one thought through out the day
I await for your return, with the sight, holding my breath
two spells bestowed on me and you
a song meant for two, dance under the twilight
strike a match burn my fire, my one true desire
beauty comes in divine
lost in the art our bodies show
an over heated lamp, no reason to dim the light
Passion so deep, nothing else compares
temptation devoting measures, intoxication full of exotic pleasures
worshiping the ground, a walk so unique
tongue twisted, a rich flavor of mine
Lusting you beyond hot,
like a sparkling gem, a bag of rubies is what you got
Holding me mesmerize with your eye
making my cold days warm with out a blanket
the sun gets brighter, only you can fix my broken smile
a steal with your appeal
luxury worth more than gold
arms so tender I welcome your hold
contamination of the heart, a smell of flowers
perfect under the moonlight
timeless flipping the hourglass around
Destine to be the one my journey takes
my fate, your hands, my love, you make,
our lives worth living for
I look in to the sky As two eagles soar,
symbolizing our love A love that is forever, immortal
for eternity, a love so endlessly..
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= BREATH TAKING LOVE
Time for my vengeance to reign
Time for this fool to feel the pain
That he has caused unto me
No worries of "times three."
I call upon a power of old
One that will surely unfold
The power of a woman scorned
You were once so warned.
My daughter from me you took
Tis you, not I, that is the crook.
For this utmost heinous crime
I seek justice of the most sublime.
Spirits upon the Earth I seek
To make this mortal weak.
To curse him to a living hell
Worse than that of any jail.
Let him lose all his hair
And leave none to spare.
Let him feel only a chill
At the loss of his thrill.
Lose the love of the daughter
That thought you walked on water.
Lose your friends respect
And feel your wife reject.
See your life fall apart
And love from you depart.
The deed is done the spell is cast
Vengeance is mine at last.
Hello everybody,
First I would like to thank you all from Robert Dufresne and myself for all your kind
comments on our Collaboration. I started this series with the intent
to make a book out of it, Robert and I have become very good friends and I asked
him to collaborate with me on this endeavor, and he accepted.Your comments have
been phenomenal, And from Robert and I, I thank you. And if I may take Liberties Robert
thanks you. I feel that if we continue writing in this forum we will degrade the impact
of the book as it is released,therefore we will write 3 more pieces for your enjoyment,
and then as we decided we will go En Dormante to finish the rest. It is our hope that by
fall of year next it will be in print. We are also collaborating on a poetry book. With hopes
it should be ready by Summer 2011. We love you all and appreciate your comments and hope
you will read our works. Love Rick and Robert A.K.A. Brick and Bill
I love you more than the word
May you spread your wings; fly like a bird
If I didn't mean it I wouldn't say it
Would I?
So cliched and yet so true
No less original than I love you
You use me now, and throw me away
But we know we'll make up the following day
Puppets to these emotions
And we all put into play
When all emotion is lost
Lifeless we are left to lie
Used by our hearts
And destroyed when we part
Cry blood when you bid farewell
But still we forgive, Oh well...
In the name of love
The blessing from above
We all stick to the ordinary
And that's cliched love
Mpho Lebohang Mokhele
Form:
I grasped the staff
That the old man had given to me
If I had only looked
At the tattered cloak
More closely
I could have seen
The deep spun blue
The silver stars
That had faded
Under a million morning suns
and travels under canopies of green
I felt the wood grow
It knew the way
The way of everything
Of magic
Of nature
Everything to know
I held the staff
In the morning light
It was then that i saw
Upon the wood
That chance meetings are now understood
The deep spun blue wool and silver stars
Of his cloak and our coverings
That began the journey
That handed over to me
The journey
Upon the wood
The letters could be seen
“the love of all things”
I knew I would meet him again
When it was my turn
To hand over the staff
When I finished my journey
Of a million morning suns
Under canopies of richest green
With my Faerie Moondust Queen
The staff to guide me too
The Moondust
To love me
When wood….
Is not as it seems
This I learnt
Yet, the Moondust
With her wisdom
Always knew
I almost came close to believing that i knew him.,
yet there was more in him than i could have imagined.
We did the Hi's and the goodbyes,
yet there was a dark side in him.
It was his past.
"I fell in love with her" he said.
"Then out of the blue one day, she said she didn't love me back."
The halls were empty and they seemed to stare at us because it was
just the two of us. Unless you want to count the lockers.
There was a moment of silence.
A pause.
Before I had the chance to recap my thoughts he said,
"And then one day i shot her"
His face had no expression.
His soul seemed harder than a rock.
At the same moment ,
the earth seemed to have stopped moving
for the temperature of my heart was below zero
Your words are fueled from the heart-mound.
Your nervousness is God pushing you in a grocery cart.
Your love is a secret door you let trusted people through.
The special grace between us is proof we share the same space ship.
Orbiting larger loves.
Paving carnival roads where once was dark muck.
I love you, too.
Country Squire that owns this estate
Surrounding land and many lakes
No longer comes on scheduled time
In the village he mostly awaits
On his white steed he often climbs
To the estate he comes anytime
Brings a lady by his carriage
Wants a soulmate's love that's sublime
On estate he has advantage
Where he can put in her beverage
A potion of borage love potion
Hopes this will lead to a marriage
For this woman he wants for wife
To live and love him all his life
In his castle there will be no strife
In his castle there will be no strife
One day, in a basement room, two years ago
i found salvation, and forgiveness of sins
and while i have no excuse, i know
i often need saved from sin again
so many days and nights i cried
for love of Jesus, my blessed Lord
for His love of me He bled and died
and my own loyalty is small reward
i can not begin to comprehend His glory
in those courts of God, on Zions mount
still more, His compassion and care for me
this flawed vessel of such little account
i still sin, and i still fail
still so far from my own "holiness"
still so close to His, my Holy Grail
and such joy, i can not fail to express
when i sin, to my regret and loss
in place of Love Divine
i erect a bloody cross
and of our loves, i lose mine
this is what i can not stand
the thought of His pain, unended
from His cross, to my death, i understand
our sins cause sorrow, however defended
i can not forget His love,
His presence here, in my little life
there was a time, His Spirit flowed from above
the memory of such joy cuts like a knife
i don't want to live in sin again
i won't be at peace with my faults
my Lord Jesus will win
and i will stand under Heavens' vaults
looking at Heavens' sky
in the presence of Christ
i will fly
i want you i need you im lost
with out you so i our love is not gone
i need you so come on
and dont say goodbye
or ill be there and jus to say hello
im nt here im there with you
so love is true and not fake
to my loving Boyfriend derrick always and 4~rver
The love of the curve
the slip, the slide, the drift,
the ride.
The road’s May West hip,
the wayward Marilynesque
crest of the mountain sides.
The curve of the moon,
the bun of the sun,
a toasted morning bride.
Arise, unfurl
like Shirley Temple’s curls
or the smoke from homes
where man bides.
The love of the curve
as in orbit we spin
or the proton nuclear ride.
Relax, slide, slip and unfurl
just come along for the ride!
Darkness,
Is it scary or are you blind?
Does it feel up your soul and give in
or try to fight it?
Dusk,
Is it rare to you or not?
Do you love it or hate it?
Does it feel good to be alone or
is it better being around people?
Twilight,
Is it cold or warm?
Does it welcome you or
are you avoiding it?
Maybe you dont know the answers,
but I do.
It isn't scary and I'm not blind,
I let it feel my soul and give in to it,
Its rare to me and I love it,
and Its better being alone than being
around people.
Its extremely warm
and It welcomes me.
People don't understand darkness
because they are afraid,
but most people welcome it,
So would you join it?
Form:
.. "and the Indian Sang, but you heard no song?"
I walked a park once ago and long, it was hard to leave the lonely breeze but alas, I did
walk on. So much love so easily given, shown to blow in the winds of Heaven, known to
those a treasured vision and yet so lost and gone. I stood a while with a tear in eye then
turning away I shed the cry. Can it be that love has died? Down the path to sorrows door
checking hear and there for more, turning in search of that elusive thing we dream and
hope blows in our wind. I won't believe and can't just see a love gone dead inside of me...
I walk again to write the Songs in search of a love once known and gone.
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