Best Suttle Poems
Loss Lost Love
by~ GARY FIELDS
Why my love left?
I soon forget the reason's why
All that I remember
Is that she left such
An empty space
An empty trace
So many memories
Which can not be erased
And I die just a little inside
And time mean's nothing to me'
Fore you mean so much to me
- And -
Then ever so slightly
I wish for quiet subtle change
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And I don't know since when
But time just set's end on end
And smoke appears below
Which can choke a friend
A friend in need
Certainly not you love
And once again, ever so slightly
I wish for quiet suttle change
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It has been three weeks (03) now
And things' are all in a clammer'
Thing's just seem to set end on end
And nothing seem's to matter
An I make a vowel for thee
In a time that is lost for- ever
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O'h, how I wish to belong
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by~ Poet Destroyer
I can see the pain!
I came to you no longer.
Looking for answers,
I cried till I could no more..
I shared'
I stared'
At the empty space hiding in my heart,
I knew then that day was the end.
Thoughts ran like rivers,
flowing a stream down my face.
You picked the pieces up as I walked away.
With no more to open and say.
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When holding wasn't holding to me no more,
You opened up your heart, in hopes I could feel.
We cried into the night,
until the early morn.
We scolded each other's pain,
searching and seeking each others heart.
As time drew, second begun to fade.
I saw our lovers nest fading,
as the night grew thick.
The moment had arrived,
why did we say goodbye?
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Now we sit alone,
reminiscing the past that vaporized into thin air.
An empty trace'
An empty space'
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Oh! How I wish to belong!
A collaboration with * GARY FIELDS
My collaboration contest
Mother Nature takes care of her kin;
plants, animals, this ancient sylvan;
with gentle compassionate caress,
and old Sol’s help bestows fluoresce.
Tree leaves sway in the suttle breeze,
knowing their dance will Mother please.
Lovely doves to her warmth will flock,
to florals adorning Mother’s pastel locks.
She gives solace and loving care,
seeing all have enough to share.
Such a benign and devoted spirit,
should be admired for her merits.
Benevolent and unfeigned host,
to you I raise a glass in toast.
Sin is so very an attractiveness thing
our flesh bows to its allurements
believing its suttle words so suggestive
its power holds us in its amusements
The Bible declares sin so dangerous
it corrupts and corrodes the heart
makes it deceitful and desperately sick
totally blinding us in no small part
This evil all came in at the garden in Eden
Eve rebelling from all that was good
persuading herself the tree was fine food
then convinced Adam both misunderstood
Sin dresses attractively in our fallen state
luring us to think that all is going be right
deluding each of us to our own folly
no wonder God says stand true to fight
Paul warns us speaking to the Ephesians
be strong and armed against devil's cunning
for our enemy, the devil uses sin to blind us
look to the Lord to send Satan running
Music calms the angry heart, its glorious rhythm penetrates the dark, the way I feel when the sound waves seep through my hair, consumes my soul with a suttle stare, my feet so happy, my body enriched with vibrations, my soul so at ease, I'm here for the taking.
I play from my experience, I put on a show, my hidden words entangled with the things that I know, smiles surround me, they glance by my feet, their inner beings amazed by my beat.
I beat my drums, I play my strings, they show me their affection, this is where I get my wings, they say I can fly, it seems I can soar, my music so perfect, they keep asking for more.
I do what I love, and they love what I do, music is my life, I am so happy that I can share it with you.
The idle words begin to take over my train of thought.
My heart and my soul believe they can never be bought.
The suttle feelings of emptiness and being alone
What lies ahead of me, in reality the fear of the unknown.
Self doubt is the enemy if I allow it to conquer myself I lose it all.
Then I'll become weak and take the final fall.
I search within for the strength and the will to fight
I can not stop believing in what I feel in my heart is right.
I must always remember what ahead of me lies
I have a strong mind, a good heart, and the will to survive.
True love starts off with friendship
True friendship starts off with trust
And to build this type of bond mutual respect is a must
Now to respect some one in this way you must first
communicate.talking ,listening,for a start this bond you will
create.
In time this precious bond gets stronger due to respect you
both share.and at this point you start to feel that you really
truly care.
During this fragile stage trust begins to grow,comfortable
with this person now more feelings you start to show.
Trusting more in this person in who you can depend.
Now that respect and trust is there you now become friends.
Filled with joyful emotions because of your new friend.
All the times shared together now you never want to end.
It starts off as a little spark deep down in your tummy.
As time goes on it grows and grows making you feel funny.
And those times when you`re alone thinking does this person
Feel the same.this feeling that you feel inside goes by another
name.Not sure how or when this happend but feeling that its
true.now your thoughts becomes hopes that he feels the same
for you.Not sure how to go about this you start to test it out.with
suttle flirting gustures to confirm there isnt doubt.
And when it finally happens your floating in the clouds above.
Knowing down deep inside that this is really love.
All those moments that led up to this was vital in every way
So dont ever let go of those moments not even for a day.
True Love feels so good inside you thank the stars above.
for blessing you with this precious gift the precious gift of love.
How splendid the day
that turns into night
as the world spins silent
away from the light
a body must rest
as the earth cools down
spinning so perfect
around and around
this gift that was given
so suttle but grand
comes from the heavens
created by loving hands
See the black cat run, jump, slink away, a shadow within shadows and a life force of mystery. A predator in composite, a compact killer, a butcher for life, the apex of its design, all built of little fur and bones, razors, a hunter in miniature.
A professional from birth. Cunning, slick, and sly. In the calculus of black cats that plot and destroy. Do they bring presents of dead mice, bird heads, and stranger things. Yes, they do! To there humans as tokens of respect and devotion…
But, all that fury and murder in a small cute four-legged form a furry little shadow within shadows, with big soulful eyes, they lay waste to your soul's ramparts and snuggle into a little furry ball of furies, as abyssal black stares back into your soul with twin pumpkin fire lights eyes of purrfect piercing design.
They express love without words. They slowly blink emerald eyes, a symbolism of that devotion, as a deep purr of a suttle silent little engine revs as you stroke the ferry beast as it is stretches and yaws, mouth of bright teeth, curls around feet down and hugs your hand as the little endless engine of furry fury cuddles and only just wants loves.
Such the duality of a thing and apex predator in a pint-sized puff ball. Of furry fury… A black cat is a shadow within a shadow running under your feet as you stumble to the restroom at midnight on Halloweens Eve.
They sit and watch the void above your head in the air of the unknown things best left unseen by humanity and only black cats can know. In correlation between black cats and their shadows, they know the unknown, unseen, and undreamed.
See the black cats run, jump, and slink away, a shadow within shadows and a life force of mystery. A predator in composite, a compact killer, a butcher of life, the apex of its design, all built of little bones, razors, and furry furies.
Cunning, slick, sly as it curls itself around your heart, wanting cuddles, treats with slowly blinking eyes of love, and devotion in the way only a black cat can!
Path to love
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Let me paint a picture for you,
a multi-colored canvas of love
It is bright like the dotted sky of scattered stars
glittery and breathtaking
It is the crisp grasping winds
so suttle and everchanging
It's like the popping dots of rain coming down
and storms emerge from within
Love is the imprint of many things
is it always fair? No
is it always fun? No
Do our hearts never break? No
but what would be the use, if something meant to be
wasn't worth the challenges
the throne of regrets and tears we cry
for something worth the cost of the true love we seek
for every bad break, is one more option unfound
a path less traveled
a closed-door opened
and a journey worth every mile.
date: 7/13/15
Jessica Thompson
the hollow presence of things unseen seem to be my biggest blessing cursed to live in a world were the wrong decision can be your enemy's best weapon. learned to live by my elders learn to die by the youth even in the midst of the storm ill find my way threw.. the dark truth addicted to money woman an lies attracted to neon because those lights are so bright. fear hidden by courage, so courage shadows the pain inflicting the rage that sometimes ends my most hurtful days. dont cry. is what they told me so i hold my pain in thinking well the pains got to end. at some point along the road i had to have drifted off because the road that im taking has me lost..ha suddle thoughts i must be on the same road as love because know one can find us so im trying my best to find the path that takes me home the path that gets e of this long road. danm this is roads so cold. dont cry. the suttle days seem to fade away like problems do i use to get used but now i just move no relationships that last because friends end up like memory's somewhere in my past.dont cry, whats the point of a lie to cover a lie why not tell the truth, ill give it a try my differences seem to attract people in my life who seem to have dreams of me flying high living that wealthy life....wish I could see what you do. dont cry,, looking in the mirror the images does change but who said that things should stay the same,,, dont cry tears dont show but i can fill them flow but i keep a straight face so you'll never know. images haunt me like my mom in that coffin, danm that *****hurt my moms in a coffin, they said let go youll make it threw, danm that lie sounds good, i only wish it was true. dont cry
Suttle serenade builds over time like a lovers rhythm,
Passions rhyme sends seductive sensations swirling,
Fulfilling senses surround sensual serene sanctuaries,
Touching from a hairs width of touching,
Lovers feel the aura of authentic energy radiate,
Escalating synergy transports through static places,
Where soul mates kiss from a breath away,
Traveling through time, whispering lips, and glowing faces.
~ William Wooding ~
the multitude of colors
before my very eyes
endless sea of others
that fills my suttle life
exchanging words
and smiling faces
lighting up the darkest places
so be kind
when talking to strangers
you never know
they could be angels
sent here from up above
to guide ALL of us
to gods endless love
she asked for a great thyme
a day for festvel and enjoyment
a day to marvel in the creativity
of love
and day for people to come together and celebrate the need
to love
she made beautiful drinks of
cucumber jucies and apple jucies
with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies.
she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild
but tamed flavor
for a meat offering
so she flavored a pork roast with
rosemary, garlic, onions, yogurt, thyme
and the gameyness and wildness of a goat.
she created pocket with in the roast
to hold the flavor of the pork.
this was roasted for twelve hours to create a moist wild
smokey flavor
that which with sauce would be admired
and loved.
her pies were to be of mixture
never allowing a single flavor
to out speak a double flavored mixture.
she combined butternut squash and sweet potato,
with cream, and goats milk and butter sugar and honey
cloves and cinnamon and a little sugar and
vanilla and almond extracts
to create a flavor which those who loved
togetherness could speak to and speak about in past tense.
apples and figs were liquered to
develop a flavor then to roasted and
suagered and sprinkled with cinnamon to
make pies
that the lovers of the world would wish for.
the doughs were sweetened and
fattened by sugar and shortening.
some where cooked as pies and turnovers.
sweet prefections to admire and adore.
the beef's were slowed roasted
to collect the savory juices
that were to be gravy for yucca roots and potatoes
a rich saucey gravy that was stout and bold, beefy
and brash.
rich with the goodness of
rosemary and thyme
garlic and onions, some graveys were
extended with richness
by horseradish
and some were the drippings of chicken and turkey and even the precious gameyness of the lamb.
oh the lamb, which rosemary's' thyme and bay leaves garlic and onions and ginger were sauced with
wines for flavoring and
and were cooked as pies and turnovers.
it she gitt she dew whoop
greasy clappin sweet
shine
kissing in moonlight nights
lovers whisketyed
sleepy
wake up and grind that
dinkie dew
what i'm gonna say to you
in the morning?
every day a betterone
improving on those days gone by
some might ask you why
tell it cause you love me
tell them it's cause you care
tell them aint nothing like being loved
and aint nothing like me and you
she polished the brasses and waxed the floors
to a brilliant shine
the tables were covered with perfect lines
and the silverware
was laid out in a perfect line
the woodwinds were wiped clean and covered
the piano and the flute were surfaced
and the sheet music was stacked
on the floor
we sleep until noon
and rose to eat and rehearse our chore
what a day for some
a bit imitation for others
the french horners paused to understand
the oboeists took time to explain
it seemed a strain but perfection
takes rehersting
simple sweet flavors
the fruited samples before the meal
a songstress should save her voice
not overtly express how she feels
take note of the baritone,
he speaks softly with the Soprano
he likes the tone ,
but think their some thing wrong
with the piano
the tenor get what he deserves,
speaks the alto, but he should at least
be respect enough to have
the piano tuned
o this i presume
of this I guess it better
you and the next song
strings and flutes
the guys take pursuit
they romp the curvey crest
this she will confess is
the part she likes most
does she answer to speak expression
or do she just say what she feels
the more you speak the more
you say
is it best to just keep it real
we go on in a while
time to smile and look real pretty
we got a great portion of the world doing one thing
looking, liking, loving,
we got these people together
now we have to satisfy them
with some real talents
speak our way, say what we say
read the monologue
and let them know why our names on the
Marquee.
the intro to "something specail" were taken from
Classay Banger's fifth
with sounds taken from
Diditt Gettit: guess so!
written by Phatsew Azmere and he strangs of cotton band
copyrighted yesterday and then and beyond!
write and sing this one production company
Men speak of love with their lips ,but not with their heart's,they pronounce caring
but not by their actions,it makes you wonder sometimes if life is really a stage
and they are all actors in a script of lies and deciet
Its an unfair game !!! unfair indeed.
Trust they ask of you but never takeing the time to succeed some go as far
takeing one's heart to burn it.
Who can you trust in this cold cold world even your own shadow can be cunning
Tears they offer ,meaningless tears bitter as the ceder's of lebanon ,over and
over the game is being played on you all in the name of love.
Who laughs at a broken heart,they can !!! with suttle smiles on their faces
stomping on your heart leaving empty traces.
The world is round many hearts they have burned ignoreing the fact that one day
it may be there turn.