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It’s fading.
The intent of kissing you
At random places
The impulse of hearing
your sleepy voice
The urge of calling you
at an odd hour of 3am
The wish of being with you
here and now.
It’s all fading.
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His body is a work of art
I could glance at him for hours
I look at him and wonder if the gods sculpted him, he’s so Beautiful
He only has to kiss me and my heart races
I feel tingles in the places where I want his tongue to be
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I long to embark on a journey of ecstasy with you
Ride on the waves of unquenchable desires
I can't wait to feel such euphoric sensations
Just the thought of you, takes my breath away
I will be lying underneath the pale moonlight waiting,
For you to take me on a sweet trip, to unknown places
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When it's all over
I hope we talk a bit more
Hug a little tighter
Kiss a little harder
Travel to more new places
Take more pictures together
And make more memories.
When this is all over,
I hope we love each other a little deeper
and spend more time together
And if this life allows us,
stay together forever.
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Poisen cheer
Was a dear
With a heavy talk
And a cheery walk
Making a flutter in my gutter
And a stutter in every mutter
Opening doors
In empty floors
Showing those
Who were foes
Laughter in places that we’d meet
Wondering if it’s me you seek
Smiling at promises
We couldn’t keep
Making it hard to forget
We ever met
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Like a thief in the night she stole your heart
But I’ve seen the way you look at her ...
It was simply love at first sight
She has curves in all the right places
You simply can’t keep your hands off her
I can no longer compete for your attention
Ladies....
Why do we have to suffer when men get a new car!
12th August 2015
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Everywhere I looked for you
places where I travelled,
For I couldn’t comprehend at all
stories that unravelled.
Swear they lied that you had died
the things that people say,
Why keep me sad to feel bad
when ones on holiday?
Though people grieve from your leave
with sorrow and great pain,
I know I've only missed you
to see you once again.
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Narrative
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There are still things to be done.
Places within you that I can call home.
There are depths to dig
And heights to climb,
There are still things about you that have yet to blow my mind.
There are kisses beneath the moon.
Stars to wish upon.
There is a world in your eyes that awaits for me to find.
There is still room for redemption.
We can shed our skin and never have to look at the bruises from our past.
We can sculpt our faults and singe our scars to the wind.
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Let’s have an intellectual talk just me and you.
Under the sky until we see through.
Let’s talk the beginning of time, the sun and the moon,
don’t forget the stars, they’re important too.
Let’s laugh until we can’t breathe, cry until we can’t speak. Only you and I, until the end of time.
A walk on the beach, talking of places we’ll reach. Tell me things go on a tangent, preach.
Until we die, the sun and the moon will be in the sky. Both shining bright, like you and I.
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You asked me to place my hand into yours, the day we met.
Innertwind with eachother,
Instantly connected just as friends.
Your words take me places, my soul has never been.
Leaving burning desires ive never experienced.
You left me wanting more.
You acted as a true gentleman.
Right then my decision about you
Was to keep on falling for him.
Everyday with you is a journey, we take off towards different land.
On just love to be fueling
Our relationiship of lovers.
Best friends.
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Different skies
Different sunlight
You wish me good morning
as I wish you good night
We met in the middle of time
Where you shared your life
And I shared mine
Different places
Different traditions
You have given me friendship
With no restrictions
Same heart, same mind
Two souls instantly twined
And even though we can not
sit face to face
In my heart you will hold
a special place.
Our souls may not be together
But they are joined at heart
I believe finding you is bashert.
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I do not know?
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The architect of my heart
Building foundations of our love
And knocking down what was there
Creating new places for us to go
Different places for us to see
I’ve never been before
I’ll maybe never go again
Once might be enough with you
Tattooed in my mind
The cranes of your conscience
Carry the bricks
To create this dream
This place
You are taking me every night
We lay together in the darkness
Only the faint hammering
Of that is which my heart
Can be heard.
The architect of my heart
You
Keep on building our walls.
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As the flames licked like a whorish tart,
that encompassed lustfully at it's fuel-
seeking it's heart;
principalities, in duel, instructions fit for a fool.
A fool that plays badly at his part.
My eyes scanned these flames,
the horizon and memory of names.
Of places and spaces shared,
and of these spaces,
the faces that once were there.
They were there.
They.
Will not remain, ashes, unclaimed.
But will be unleashed again, you will see, the same.
I know God has a plan. Even for a drunk underachiever-poet-wannabe. Like an all consuming flame.
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I saw you in my dream last night
Another time for learning
I guess it’s just my inner thoughts
That always keeps me yearning
My conscious mind goes day to day
Without no rhyme or reason
Not thinking of you any time
Except the nightly season
Awake I do not think of you
Although I do remember
The times ago when we would laugh
In class around December
A time when we were in our youth
In places we were daring
The fun and laughs that made us smile
Young love that we were sharing
Now I say goodbye old friend
Those times I will still keep
If I never see you
Then I'll catch you in my sleep
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Prose
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I dance alone in my bedroom to Johnny Lang
Each creak of the floorboard, wishing it was your humming
To each sweet melody
As you brush your cheek against my temple
It’s nice to have these lonely nights
Sometimes,
Because
When I do see you, I hold you
That ever more tighter
When you’re sat on the porch
Playing your guitar
I’ll come up behind you,
Dressed in lace
And your mothers pearls
She gave me on my 23rd birthday
I let my brunette hair drape down your chest
Kissing the nape of your neck
As you sing of different places
Smiling to the thought
Even if I was to go blind
You would still taste the same
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When I miss you,
I close both my eyes,
And picture myself in your arms.
Laying against your chest,
Feeling your every heartbeat,
Calm and peaceful in your embrace.
Where I think of you,
I find myself smiling,
For what reason, I don't know.
And sometimes,
Sometimes I feel a bit sad,
Sad that am far from your touch.
And when I look at you,
Thoughts race in my mind,
Of all the places we could go, you and I.
Thoughts of things I wanna do you,
And things I would let you do to me,
And all of the things we could do together.
But I miss you,
And I think of you,
And when I dream of us,
I don't wish for the sun to rise.
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Pure waiting
You have wandered and changed places
You my dark lover of the night,
I lay here alone
My time away tis spent with your name in my head
Your return is imminent but still
unsure of what exact day
Time is of such sweetness when I spend it with your name on my lips
Much hope adorns in my starry eyes,
Should I spend my time in consideration of why I feel this way
Or if I did would that not kill everything that is new within me
No twill I not destroy my affection through this thought
I shall believe that when next we meet
'twill be as good as the last time
Absence from you has made my heart pure
My sweetest love
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When I think about you,
I can see the sun streaming through the trees as we lay underneath them,
staring up and the blue and white and endless of it all.
I smell woodsmoke and summer breezes and soap,
and it takes me back to all the places we've been and the places we're going to go.
I hear every song that's made you think of me,
and every song I've ever wanted to sing to you.
When I think about you,
Life is three dimensional and brilliant and full,
and I forget what it was like before you,
and I hope I never know what it might be like after you,
and I hate sleeping because it's minutes that I'm taking from us,
from me and you,
from everything we are and everything we're
meant to be.
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cheers to us and the many places we have been
here is to us the lions relaxing in their dens
three cheers for the memories our lives will never be the same
one thing to remember we have only ourselves to blame
as we toasted a small want filtered out through my face
I again didn't surface untill that want became fate
possabilities begain to surface as my concious ran vain
I once again wanted to reclaim you for my mate
my emotions hurtfully started a small pain in my side
I felt my thoughts were thrashed about openly
caught outside of my mind, played upon surgicaly
so they matched the pain in my side, the ones I was trying to hide
so heres a toast to approaching this openly getting caught in the tide
I feel so mischievious again wanting to be your bride
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I write about abandoned homes,
and forgotten souls, and memories
that creep in the darkest corners of my mind;
I write about loneliness,
and broken promises,
and words carved on my skin,
I write about the bloodstains on the snow,
and the remains of a car crash,
and how the wind hums a sad song
I write about the wolf
who cries at night,
howling for the moon’s response,
I write about shattered windows,
about empty halls,
and places with the stench of alcohol and regret
I write about cracks on the walls
and shadows that scare
the hell out of people,
I write about how that boy’s father died,
how his mother left,
and how that girl took her own life.
You see, I write only about tragedies;
don’t make me write about you.
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i never felt i deserved anything good
so why am i so hopeful for you?
that face, my god, i love that face.
the second angel sent from grace
and i don't know how i got here
but i want to stay with you.
everything about you
makes me melt into the sofa.
i'm trying to get closer
because i see a halo floating
up above your head
and if you squint hard enough
maybe you'll see mine, too.
i get so quiet when i'm around you
i get so focused on body language
trying to find a clue
as to if you want me, too.
it's hard not to believe in heaven
after being held by you.
i have roses budding over my skin
on all the places you have been.
i want to wake up with the sunrise
in the garden next to you
where we are so very alone
with the earth and morning dew.
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Strong buildings and walls mark the places
No people, emotions, or faces
Nothing to distract
To pinpoint the fact
That everything about you truly dazes
My senses, my thoughts and willpower
I'm fading away by the hour
I'm drawing my wall
On my arm, till you call
Till you'll be tearing down my strong tower
With your tongue please wipe my resistance
Wipe my wall, erase from existence
Fade the ink from my arm
Make my icy core warm
Kiss me right through the reticence
This small man used to build far too high
Felt like an ant, felt like a lie
Gay seemed a wrong word
Gay sounded unheard
In your arms I stop wondering why
Break down these walls with me tonight
Wipe the ink, wipe all the lies
Fade the once fake me
Fade till you finally see
How I shine smiling in your bright light
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In the outskirts of London,
a queen started
without a crown.
Born again after
be born in another country.
Slave of himself
and the circunstances.
Knowing about his jewel,
his pride made him dream.
Refused by his origins,
he tried to hid them.
His teeth weren't straight,
he suffered inside.
A unique voice
in the smoky places,
low neighbourhoods,
trying to be heard.
A queen without a crown,
came out to life.
A queen was born again,
he sang the best rock songs.
He was alive, rich and famous.
Lost in the fame, he lost his
crown.
She or he never been encountered.
After all the way he made,
fighting for a crown,
he left with the crown,
being a queen and a big
place in history.
His remarkable moustache,
his songs, his crazy personality.
An inmortal queen close forever to us.
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323 years later,
His tearfully beautiful melody and jaw dropping harmony takes me to the most prettiest places and pulls me through the darkest places.
The music he writes is like,
Coming in from the winter cold during the day, snow left untouched with a beautiful glow coming off, and slipping on a cup of coffee or hot chocolate while dancing around in my coziest socks, no pants with my ice cube shirt on.
His music has always given me that mmmm feeling when the morning coffee hits just right.
That's what him and his music does to me.
His voice is so velvety through my phone when he calls.
I know places and bars we can go too just to be alone
And I wonder if he'd save me from this wave that has over taken me.
Singing in his basement at 12 midnight
to his song I wear around my neck.
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Pastoral
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I got to look into His eyes this morning. I saw the vastness of the oceans. I saw His heart too. It was burning like embers. His face as smooth as silk and his beard as soft as dew. There is not a single feature that I could not hold onto for a lifetime. He is truly the message in my heart and the reason for my existence. Love is not enough to describe the feelings that I have for my King. It goes so much more deeper than that. He is my everything. He is the pause in my heartbeats and the breath between my breaths. He is the song that erupts from my soul as soon as my eyes close upon my pillow. Each and every night He carries my spirit to heavenly places. There is nothing that I would not do for Him-nothing at all. He is my Lord and Savior. He is the King of Glory. He is truly my Best Friend. Yeshua. Nothing compares to Him. Nothing.
Gwendolen Rix
6-4-15
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