Long Invitingly Poems
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Like light falling
Across the shadows
On a misty morning
Like stars twinkling
Glimmering attractively
On a charcoal sky
Like tears tumbling
Down smooth cheeks
On a grieving promise
Like laughter roaring
Noisily and invitingly
On a breath of hope
Like hues of joy
Inspiring my dreams
On a moment in history
Like music pouring out
Faith and feeling
On a whispered vow
Like grace calming
Doubts and worry
On a reflection of wonder
Like serenity calling
Rustling leaves, inspiration
On the wings of love
These are the blessings sent down
When prayers reach the heart
Of the One who created our soul
Her soft pink petals are invitingly fresh and bright
Next to many others displayed in colors that delight
She sits and patiently awaits on greenhouse shelves
And prays she is soon chosen, as her heart swells
She smiles as the morning sunlight warms the air
As her earthy scent wafts and attracts with flair
Her magenta blooms are lightly covered in mist
Her petals stir, welcoming the moist dew kiss
She hopes the sweet geranium lady will soon be here
Then soon hears her voice as she's getting near
Her petals whimsically gleam as her growing stems invite
As she sits attentively waiting, feeling proud and sprite
She feels her pot lifted from the crowded greenhouse floor
Delighted she was chosen and excited for what's instore
Her feet are now planted at her new home in a beautiful pot
Displayed amongst her blooming friends in a bright cool spot
She smiles as the morning breeze tickles her new blooms
And her sweet lady admires her beauty and fresh perfumes
She vows to zealously grow, with her petals blooming strong
In hopes her blooms deliver delightful gifts all summer long
Looking deep into your invitingly,
warm, brown eyes, I suddenly felt
intoxicated, as if I were drunk,
Drunk, dizzy, and unbalanced,
Unbalanced, I stumbled right into an
old tree,
Tree, it wasn’t any old tree; it was
the tall palm tree, our secret meeting
place.
Place, a heart-shaped rose garden,
where endless hours of daydreaming
and making plans,
Plans of things and places we
would visit and explore,
Explore and wander through some
of those great cities around the
world,
World! That wonderful world was our
dream. How nice if I could return to
those old, carefree, lazy days.
Days where we could just lay in the
warm tropical sun, listening to our
favourite love songs, enjoying the
cool sea breeze, oblivious to time,
drifting us right into
sunset,
Sunset worked its magic on our
souls, inciting feelings of romance,
Romance, throughout our romantic
phase, you were thoughtful and
generous, and always did everything
with great love.
Love, our love was blooming
beautifully like a Rose garden in
Springtime,
Springtime sadly doesn’t last forever,
Forever wasn’t meant for you and me,
Me and you, it was our destiny to
meet and then part,
But alone and abandoned, I could
never be, for in my heart,
Those unforgettable memories of
the “us” dwell in a perpetual embrace,
undisturbed in eternal bliss.
By Zyrool
It was the summer before my last year of college
My ex dumped me a week before finals
It’s going to be a long boring summer, maybe I’ll be surprised
I will try to make it a time of self-care and reflection
I was invited to a party at my friend’s summer cottage
A beautiful place, where the sky drifts into the sea
A Victorian mansion on the beach with a crashing surf
It will be fun with lots of friends and new people to meet
I packed my bags and ventured out for my day trip
I decided to stop to get some wine coolers and chips
At the store I bumped into someone at the cooler
I embarrassedly turned to apologize as he caught my breath
He was beautiful with bronzed muscular arms and blond hair
His eyes were sparkling blue, and his smile was invitingly warm
I was thinking that I could get lost in the mist of your eyes
He smelled like a mixture of fresh summer rain and woodsy spice
I finally made it to the summer cottage, the party had already started
I relaxed with some friends over drinks and hors d’oeuvres
Then I saw him, the man from the store, he saw me and smiled
My stomach started to flutter and as I knew I wanted him
He came to me and gave me a hug, and we laughed about the store
We talked and laughed for hours until we started to kiss
My head felt intoxicated by his woodsy smell
As I whispered, “burn me with your love poison”
The next day I awoke to the sound of crashing waves and thunder
The bed was empty, but his scent lingered on as I looked at his pillow
There was a little note left for me with a red rose, his phone number and a key
It said come join me tonight for a rendezvous as I am now leashed to your dusk
~
Drenched in a dream bringing life to your smile
Restful endeavors as night comes to call
Slumbering deep beneath flannelled intentions
Hugging my pillow in spite of it all
Reaching for shadows that follow a moonbeam
Lost in your arms as my heart skips a beat
Seeking your lips for their warmth I am craving
Finding the taste so invitingly sweet
Hearing your voice ‘cross a valley of echoes
Singing along with the love that I feel
Melodies ring of an enchanted vision
Sensual harmonies found to reveal
Come to me now as the stars start to glisten
Whisper your passion my soul longs to keep
Make me your own in the throes of affection
Take me tonight as I’m soundly asleep
~
~ How Great My Love~
(Free Verse)
How great my Love
you make me feel
in so many things
and so many ways
here in my heart for
you I'm just smiling
dreams of kissing your
very sexy lips so sweet.
Lips meant for me
are invitingly awaiting
And within my heart
I'm just loving you
Love swells smiling
and turns on the warmth
all the time my Darling
just thinking of you.
With daydreams in my heart
your Love only glows
Just thinking of you my
Love in heart for you grow
And here in my mind can
see the shadow of a smile
just thinking of you in my heart
and mind I can go the miles.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December, 18, 2014
When Thor struck his hammer
upon the flat ground on Earth
it was the pieces withstood the blow we named rock,
constructs we came to know as the mountains.
Even before that time
I crossed my fingers
wished I'd one day experience
...you.
I knew you before heavenly purity grew wings
before angels blessed hearts
invoking what we now know as love for our brethren .
I held you in the sphere of my understanding
as the lover I'd never meet but always carry
in the most cherished of my thoughts.
When Zeus handed me his quill and inkwell I knew
I would only use his gift for my inspired notes to you.
Though I was not blessed a poets words
like Robert Browning
he who took Elizabeth Barrett into his heart from the first time he read her
so I did with you.
Only laid blood on parchment
to declare the love you inspired in me.
Like a schoolboy's first kiss
was the day my eyes embraced the body of your work.
Before the first pine broke the ground, the first lark sang,
the first orchards rare enchanted the rainforests.
Before the first chameleon blended
into the multicoloured break of dawn.
Before infinite rows of wheat invitingly waved from the fields to greet Hera.
Before liquid rose to separate into
creeks, swamps, rivers, lakes with fish of all kinds
wasn't it me who rode the first seahorse just to make you smile.
Anything, all...
possible
with the swirl of a letter
the turn of a word.
I found an immense love tracking the shores of your fine poetry
always a chill that ran up my back.
No one.
No one!
Only you.
Your fine talent,
gifted,
honed
perfected...flaws and all...
moulds
sculpts,
breathes life into ordinary words,
creates poetry
owns me.
September 26 2016 MY
I saw Lucifer in starlight standing elegant and grim,
A slim, conceited bastard in his uniform and boots.
And I watched him get excited as he waved his arms and boasted,
“The world’s a prize to seize for those who have the will”
(And would I be inclined to run for office?).
I thought it over quietly, politely turned him down
And wondered, Was he beaten as a child?
The biggest bullies were once victims themselves.
A lot of little Hitlers have grown up beneath the lash.
His is no temptation; I had loving parents,
And I cannot help but pity his disease.
I observed the young seductress flash her long silken legs,
The skin above her stockings so invitingly smooth,
And she broke the breathy silence as she arched her back and whispered,
“Women dress to be undressed, or so they say in France”
(And would I like to stay and do the honors?).
I thought it over quietly, glanced down to check my watch
And wondered, Is her mother waiting up?
If all I cared about was pleasing myself,
The weight of my desires would be more than I could bear.
And this sweet temptation, she’s some father’s daughter,
As I cannot help but be my father’s son.
Emotion should be molded by reason
Into something that’s designed to do some good.
No need to fashion a hammer,
If the only thing to pound is someone’s heart.
And all you’ve got to do is take one more step,
One more step, one more step.
All you’ve got to do is take one more step.
(And one more after that.)
I’ve been on this train forever, or at least that’s how it seems.
I’ve traced the buckled strap iron from the highlands to the sea.
And I chuckled in agreement when the club car porter grumbled,
“It’s amateurs who brag about how much they dare to drink”
(And would I like to have another double?).
I thought it over quietly, sat back to light a smoke
And told him, “It’s a tough profession, friend.”
Inherent weakness or just simple fatigue;
A stumble’s still a stumble, makes no difference how you fall.
But I’ll fight temptation till the thirst turns brutal,
Then I cannot help but reach for my reward.
Donning my Sunday best,
I glance in the mirror—
a twinkle, a gleam in my eyes.
A special day today.
My eyes lift to the heavens,
a miracle in a way.
The stairs to the big blue sky
invitingly beckon mourners
between the hours
of never and forever,
within reach for those called home.
I tremble feebly on the first few steps,
casting a glance at the grand entrance.
Visiting hours—
around the clock.
It is a road well-travelled
for centuries,
a haven for resting souls.
Hope ignited by belief
that the Creator
keeps turning the pages
of the book of mortal souls—
coming home
to their final resting place.
In the realm of memories, there lies
an unforgettable smile, ethereal and
bright,
It etched its mark upon my soul on a
beautiful moonlit night.
It danced with joy, illuminating hearts
with its sweetness and charm.
It was invitingly radiant, friendly
and warm.
The smile was a simple gesture,
for in its presence, worries seemed
to vanish,
It was an unwavering light in the
darkest of times,
It spoke volumes in silence while
giving a nod of acknowledgement
and a feeling of relief.
Though the years have passed, and
time may fade,
Captivated by its magic, against my
will, the memory of that smile
forever stays in my soul.
For in that unforgettable smile,
for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse
of Heaven here on Earth.
by Zyrool