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PAINS OF LOVE

She was my best friend a forever companion
We were so close and compassionate in dealings
Travelling, laughing creating beautiful memories 
Promising each other forever without apartheid
Love was so strong and edifying without dispute
Always laughing, kissing and caressing all day
Without hesitating before love making and more.


Woke up one morning without my lover by my side
Waiting and hoping she went to fetch something
Never knew I have been blackmail to her via text
It's a text from my ex lover wanting to reunite 
Wanting to ignite the love she was unable to build
vulnerable without location knowing her whereabouts
I ponder and wonder over where and how to find her. 



This feelings bursting my brain causing migraine 
making me want to migrate from here to Madrid
In search for her, for that's where I find her
Now I am winning and dinning with aches of pains
Drinking and smoking sobering in solitude panting
Breathing heavily my heart beats in search of her
Presence but it was absence the rhythm of my heart.


Premium Member Our Effervescence

In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia 
Goddess Flora’s allure and beauty
fauna’s animated antiquity
Ravishing roots uncovered               
medicinal miracles discovered
Flowers blooming bright
a bride’s bouquet, a rite
A rose scents us with love                                                    
purity of the white dove,
liaise and symbolize
God’s striking creatures are the prize
Planet Earth’s born native
our souls be collective
Baboons and macaques eat its figs
scarlet macaw’s perch on its twigs
An Amazon rainforest aerate
soulful breaths cognate            
A tropical canopy perennially                   
and shall perish eternally,
sans the sun’s rays that carom
across a ginkgo harem,
or man’s deforestation at bay
Deforestation decays
Deforestation is our death
stifling the Amazon’s breath
Sun-loving deciduous
spiny forever green cytisus 
While briny sticks and stones
in conjunction are onymous tones
We crossed its path and tripped
our life source stripped
Eremite, anchorite
inheritor of dirt a birthright                                          
Of warm zephyrs in August
and enlightenment we trust
As final cadence alludes
a sequence of preludes
Velvet vignettes ponderous
our effervescence wondrous 
Evolved body and spirit
sans any limit
Sans light, the soul shan’t rise
lest a spiritual demise 
When all laden and encumber                                                 
burdened by the stark of slumber
As dark vs light torments         
paroxysm laments  
When in a verklempt presence 
reach out towards God’s luminescence
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Dirty Little Secret

This cloud hovers over me...
You consume my every thought..
Your body..
I behave like a good boy to get a taste..
I walk with a purpose...
To get to you...
Shrouded in nothingness and darkness..
Stripped of my pride.. my voice.. stripped of everything...
So that the only words...
I say... are yes ma'am.

I lay idle... prepared for your deep and dark ways..
Unafraid...
I lay idle with a smile on my face...
Whispering those words you like hearing.
"I will do as you ask."
You take my face and guide me...
Down...
To that secret spot...
That one that makes you tingle..
The one that makes me f***ing CRAVE for you more...
You apply force...
To the point where I fight to breathe.

Your moans, your loud gasps...
Your touch... your body...
I THRIVE on it...
Pain becomes PLEASURE to me...
It turns me ON!!
Your rules, I play by... with each and every touch...
I even growl silently at the thought of you...
Naked and unafraid... as I lay idle.
I feel your kisses all over me...
Damn I love this...
You whisper my favorite words...
Suddenly my tongue is spelling your name...
Flickering...
Up and down...
Left and right...
Faster and faster...

I love this adventure...
As you cuss me out..
And push me further.
Finally I get my reward...
All over my beard...
And all over my face...
I look up at you smiling... 
Then lick my lips saying "Yummy!!"
Oh how I just LOVE LOVE LOVE to be....

Your Dirty Little Secret.

Featherless Angels

Time twirls slowly,
when tragedy sunders 
antiquated wings—
maimed and eroded, becoming 
featherless angels, 
ferociously combatant, 
sparring to win, 
wandering in vacant division,
while penetrating the walls 
of our wildering downfalls. 
Finding clemency in the 
glimmer of our healing ambience, 
realigning the quills of our love,
with every breath and pace across
idyllic esplanades, soaring above 
catacombs of lawless perdition, 
remedying grievances, while
reveling in the haven of 
rhapsodic euphoria amidst 
lingering plumes, 
diffusing eternal tales of our 
blissful hereafter.

Omen

"Omen" 

The throat holds 
untold secrets
like a chamber
holds bullets

a silent question mark
wrapped around 
the speaking, 
changing gears 

full throttle
far reaching 
like a noose 
over sunbeams

the ropes 
for net cast 
morsel charms
upstroke downstroke 

Ariel beckons
the purpose 
of lions for love
into his shadowy arms

"hush", he says,

"the Long Night,
I see aflame in your eyes
like a burning bed 
is still warm, 

wingspan of goose
dreams of a swan
misunderstood albatross 

good and bad
omen,
bluebirds forewarned

an alter 
covered with blood
awaiting its phoenix
like star of the morn

paradise
found and lost
lost and found
paradise"

forewarned.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)










"Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
Illumin, "
(John Milton, 1675)







"Love; dark sluggish cumulus clouds 
pregnant with an impending storm."




morsel.
mortal.
Form: Narrative


Bpd Love

We don’t just love, we fall so deep into the emotion
that we’re consumed in the feeling, 
we’re terrified of the thought of you leaving,
so we leave before you have the chance.
I always thought this was beautiful, until I realised that when its time for us to leave, we aren’t just sad,
we see suicide and destruction as our only option,
we give you the wings of love and the chance
for you to fly away, but if you do, our hearts are left scarred. That’s why we always run first,
because even though deep down we hope you
will catch us, we pretend that turning the world against us was the only option.
Form: Persona

A End

I looked in to her eyes and saw a dream come true.
Being in each other's arms felt so good so right. 
Everytime our lips met it felt like the first kiss.
Everytime our bodies met it was unforgettable.
My heart told me she was the one.
My soul felt the same.
 We looked in each other's eyes and promise not to hurt one another.
We spoke of a future so why didn't she let the pass go.
The past that hurt her, betrayed her, left her, did thing a real man would never do to a woman.
How can a dream come true became a nightmare.
How can my heart and soul hurt but refuse to believe that she will never be in my arms again.

The voyage of the lost in the void

As I embrace the void
The void swallows me whole
The sentient  sense of nothingness fills my heart
The void hates light as the light blinds the void 
I get really dark fantasies in the void
Pain reigns supreme in the void
Persistent loneness lies in the void
My dear, am sorry I belong to the void
Never wished to taint u with my darkness
Having lost my will to the void, the void keeps me prisoner
The lord of the void shackled me down hitherto 
Living like an empty shell 
Can't describe my downcast dark emotions
The void showed me my end
And it haunts me in the darkness of the void
Yet I cannot hide my endless love for you
Maybe my love for you will drag me out of the void to ethereal light

Obsession

Love is a writhing mass of tentacles.
Its immense and undulating form sits deep in the depths of my core.
It constricts me, so everything I am 
and all that I feel gets pulled back and transmuted into more. 
It all becomes love.
When you're near, I can feel it rising.
Hungry arms reach-
shoot up into my chest, and move up my throat.
It wraps itself around- BECOMES my tongue. 
I keep my jaws clenched. 
I bite down for us both,
If I try to speak, It will burst forth and grab you- entangle you.
It will draw you close, 
and in, 
and down. 
till "us" 
becomes "I".
Until we are both at the center of all-consuming love.

Premium Member Two Dark Eyes

Two dark eyes are watching me,
keeping me in sight;
watching, ever watching me
mornings and at night.

Two dark eyes are following
every move I make
even with night swallowing
light before I wake.

Two dark eyes keep looking on,
and I’m sure to see
those two eyes when comes the dawn
peeking in on me.

Two dark eyes no matter where
in my house I go.
I don’t mind when those eyes stare,
for they let me know. . . . 

Unconditional is the
kind of love I see
in the two dark eyes of a
dog much loved by me!

For the Big Brother - who's watching you and why?
poetry contest of Black Eyed Susan
Form: Rhyme

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