Petals drenched in poison pearls of emerald envy,
carefully placed objectives whilst adrift in my tears of realization
Longing sorrowful souls among lilac lakes,
buried deep into somber depths of tinkering procrastination
Starving for ruby righteousness and pristine perfection, and yet still reaching towards a tilt heart searching desperately sunset embers
Distinguishing luminescent authenticity among
bittersweet endives drifts away with each cooling December
Shall I pursue soft screams for kissed loving
ethereal roses dazzled with enchanting sensations
To float away from every twisted hazing hoax with every spoken whirling weapon - coated with fabrications
Looking for that face in thousands,
The one I have been yearning to find,
My heart searching for it’s match,
The match made in heaven, divine.
I come across hundreds of faces,
Hurts when it’s a mis-match every time,
But I will never give up or lose hope ,
I am sure I will find my perfect rhyme.
I wait for that day with restlessness,
When I will find the soul matched with mine,
Who will laugh with me in my happiness,
And pick up my pieces in times unkind.
Who I can share my deepest secrets with,
Knowing they will love me regardless of my flaws,
And I am sure I will find that face at the right time,
Till then I will keep searching without pause.
I need to know that you think about me
as often as I think about you
I need to know that I'm in your thoughts constantly
for this shows that our love is true.
I need to feel your heart searching mine
to make sure that my love is pure
for I can easily say that my love is genuine
but I need you to need to be sure.
I happen to know that love will grow
and bloom beautifully for anyone who tries
but what happens to love if you let it go
without nurturing it? Simply, it dies.
I need to see your love for me
each time that I look into your face
I need to feel that you need me desperately
when I am away in some other place.
I need to know that you long for my touch
when I am not where you happen to be
I love you sweetheart, I need you so much
and I just need for you to need me.
by
Benjamin Macieo Davis
ThePrinceofPoetry
I heard a chance ring on the phone.
Three heart beats later I was still alone.
But now the days a little brighter.
With hope eternal a little lighter.
Until I die I'll think of you.
But still I sigh and wait my due.
I don't know who hung up this time.
And left my heart searching for rhyme.
What can be said when you can't find words.
When it all just seems it's for the birds.
How many times can you breath this air.
Of a time in life that was so rare.
I guess only the heavens know.
Where love in broken hearts does go.
It's forever whispered on the wires.
As the ache tirelessly inspires.
Stricken by the undesirable pain
I feel constantly in my soul;
Only worsened by the cold rain,
Causing me to second guess my god given role.
If magic is real where is it currently
The healing I could've inhabited sooner;
Why hasn't it helped my heart searching blindly,
For love that will support me when I'm older.
All my bitter nights are cold due to my tears
Scattered all over my soft stitched pillowcase;
And as the red dawn draws near,
It'll just be another difficult day to face.
Magic can really be useful in my situation
Something that can help me get this through;
Having something there to control my emotions,
So I can actually experience the me I once was and knew.
I haven’t written story on me
Story emerge through your eyes
On the image of your beauty
I am writing this love story
A little touch of faith
A little touch of your beauty
A little touch of your fragrance
my whole experience of life
And with the view of my heart
And love work as the artist
And you become the work of art
Now you tell me am I right
With true vision of your eyes
My heart searching a home
Secure my place in your empty heart
My mind made a sketch
On the surface of my heart
I have try to find out
This image around me
But I never found her
Later I try to find out her
Somewhere in vast sky
Somewhere in deep sea
Somewhere on the huge ground
But I never found her anywhere
My search for that divine beauty is still on
My heart viewing far and wide
My heart searching her in moon light
I cannot make description
About my idea about my friction
This revolutionary sketch of my mind
Hope say One day give me a new freedom
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
A smooth touch of rain shower
And fragrance of fresh breeze
Remind me something
Heart searching someone in memory
What I loss I forgot in the past
A dream a thought talk about future
I have no idea about my search
I feel in myself empty and lonely place
Need of real happiness
Who is she who bring happiness
Again in my lonely life
Who is she who return back?
Remove darkness of my life
After the accident darkness become my friend
My heart feel surprise while I view the light
I am trying to search her somewhere in my past
But situation is remain same
I am in darkness light is too far
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
So I write...
So I write...
even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write
to fulfill plentiful emptiness's.
What successes will my manuscripted-selfless-self achieve?
My pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
these
I gotta have it technologies, burnt bridges crossed, or
The Lord Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
I write...
particularly, like birds sing happily - freely, underachieved
Yet pronouncing” I'm flexing my wings".
As a confident wind blows
it's own flow throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write...
For being intrigued by what might,
happen,
as an eye, leads the soul, or a heart searching,
abuses be buried though grasping.
Across any script denoted by way,
of my poetic pen tip.
I write...
Perhaps, one of many frivolous scripts,
possess seeded enunciation's
of spiritual worth
as words read would be basis
for a total rebirth,
...so I'll write.
I have more to contribute.
Written July 22nd, 2006
Heart searching eyes,
Responding to personalize,
Feelings interwoven,
Ties that can't be broken,
The soul yearns to free this heart,
It is part of who you are,
Say nothing if you must deny,
It is better than telling yourself lies,
Who you are,,,,no better than the other,
Just a name doesn't bring us together,
The shallow may label on this earth,
But the heart is always eventually unearthed,
What was that? You say you can't have both,
Has the fear stricken, and judgemental scare you the most?,
To deny the name you were given at birth?
Do you honestly believe that depletes your worth?,
My dear friend, don't deny this part,
It is a piece of who you are,,,,,
Will the shallow come looking once you've given it away?
Yes, but fear plays no part, you must see past that game,
Your love is stronger for yourself and others,
Why do think God has allowed us to meet one another....
Flirty feisty fists pummelled pretty parts of her bare skinned body,
Lovers long lost in eyes the size of lies, decisive ties of their unwise love,
Hector hatching heat, his aching heart searching for a hopeless home,
Saw so silently the cynical smile of his partner's palpitant part,
Her smoothed skinned slender body congruently curved into his,
Their bellowing breaths singing soothing songs to earless walls,
Both similarly stuck in a soporific frame of time, slowly sinking down to truth,
Angrily aware of the love they'd never share, the happy lovers brooded,
Shamefully,
The loathing lovers hid under covers, rovers of love that met meticulously,
As fate would have it, Cupid rapidly read through, mixing up numerous names,
Hector fell in love with a woman, he knew he could never have
Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much anger,so much mistrust,
Always expecting the worst,
Always conversing about the bad
things life has to offer,
Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much hurt,so much pain,
Bottled up bad experiences overflowing,
Crying to be unleashed,to be released,
Behind those beautiful eyes,
High expectation,countless plans,
Many things to still achieve,
So many things you still haven't done,
Behind those beautiful eyes,
Is a body,searching for comfort,
A mind,searching for peace,
And a heart searching for true love,
All behind those beautiful eyes.....
BY THE LAKE
I stop by the lake today
In solitude, listening to my inner voice
Questioning my heart, searching
An answer to the riddles of love!
The lake is unfathomable
I pick up a stone, throw it away into the lake
I realized, you are not a stone throw away
You are thousands and thousands miles away!
By the lake
I listen to the whisper of the wind
As if wheezing a thousand murmuring
Murmuring of uncertainties, adventures of love!
As I left the lake
Alfred Lord Tennysons’ reverberated
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all’
Falling in love with you, falling in love so deep I can not sleep.
Without you, I could die..whenever you touch my hand, whenever
you look deep into my eyes, without you, I could die.
Each moment I'm not with you, to me, feels like eternity,
without you, I can't breathe...
If I could have your heart, searching the world to find someone to love,
without you, I could die...
falling in love..
Falling in love with you, falling in love so deep I can not sleep,
without you, I could die.
Meaning so much to me, my life might come to an end if I can't be with you.
So deep in love, falling for you.
Falling in love with you, falling in love so deep I can not sleep.
without you, I could die...whenever you touch my hand, whenever you look deep
into my eyes.
Without you, I could die, falling in love.
So I write...
Even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...
I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...
I write to refill plentiful emptiness's.
Now what successes
will my manuscripted- selfless-self achieve?
Pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
the "I gotta have it technologies",
burnt bridges I crossed, and Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
Particularly like birds sing happily-freely,
yet underachieved.
Yet pronouncing” I am stretching wings".
As a confident wind blows It's own flow
throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike, Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write,
Being intrigued by what might,
happen.
As an eye, leading the soul,
a heart searching, buryied abuses,
grasping.
Across a script denoted by way,
of a poets pen tip.
Perhaps this frivolous script,
possess seeded enunciation's
congested with spiritual worth
So words read here;
be basis for a total rebirth.
...so I'll write.
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