I want to write a poem
That takes your breath away
That makes your eyes fill with tears
And your knees begin to sway
I want to write a poem
That captures your beating heart
That makes you fall in love again
With me playing the lover’s part
I want to write a poem
That sparks curiosity
That makes you want to write yourself
A love letter addressed to me
I want to write a poem
That you’ll cherish all your life
That makes every maiden reading the verse
Want to be my wife
For if I wrote this poem
That succeeded in these tasks
I feel that I would like your reply
To the question I want to ask
So I search deep inside
For the words that are just right
And use you as inspiration
For this poem I hope to write
Could I write in poetry
You would be the theme
All that you mean to me
The answer to my dream
Could I write a love song
To tell you how I feel
Put myself where I belong
To sing these feelings real
Could I wake each dawning
To eyes that held and shared
That promise of the morning
After two hearts openly cared
Could I ever live without you
The obvious answers no
For you are my wish come true
And travel where ever I go
Could I write in poetry
Could I write a love song
All words would be sincerity
And place them where they belong
I write my tales
Words, fragments, lines
Perhaps meaningless at times
In the same old fashioned way
Like it happened just today
I let my cherished memories; in turn
Fill my hearts every yearn
The flowery feel
Beneath the gentle shadow of the hills
Covered in daffodils
In the same old fashioned way
I write my tales everyday
I’ll write you with me
This love is not for paper and ink
Lakshmi
I’ll take off your clothes
to write myself in thousands of touches on you
on your breasts and between ur warm thighs
this hot love
I’ll write it with me
the silence will shed tears
from whispers of unspoken words
this love is not for paper and ink
it passes the thrill through your moist womb
through the rain of fire
it writes itself flying with us
otherwise how would the sky know about our love
Lakshmi
how would the sky read about our love…
I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...
the rhyming comes easy
cadence makes its call
and I stand empty handed
with nothing at all
I shoot from the hip
but the aim is slightly off
and the target means nothing
nothing at all
I write the music
and you write the song
we sing it together
though we are alone
I hear the lyrics
and you feel the dance
when winter has ended
and we took a chance
we kiss and we part
and time passes quick
months have a way
of lighting a wick
the pleasures were ours
and we sing one last tune
but it is never quite over
for me and for you
If I were to write a book
About my love for you
It would be a never-ending story
If I could paint a portrait
Of how you look in my eyes
It would be a masterpiece
If I were to write a song
Singing of our love
The words would be deep and touching
If I received a dime
For each thought of you
During the course of the day
I would be rich
And share all that I have with you
No oceans, mountains, or walls
Could keep me away from you
I would risk all
Just to see you smile
To me, our love
Is the greatest love story never told
this page is bare in memory
you can write from abditory
a sonnet, lyrics, a poem of life
I read it all, reflecting
yes, I think you write for me
interpretation, of what I believe
I like to think I left a mark
tearing across your heart
renditions that I know aren't true
I've never meant that much to you
and still I read and what it seems
is all imagination
We enjoyed ourselves,
We had a few laughs,
You never knew this,
But i love you,
The day you left my tears began to come,
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut,
You weren't just my friend,
You were my best friend,
That night i saw you killed,
Was a night like no other,
I couldn't stand her taunting face,
Now i write this alone,
I hate this world,
But now i will leave it in peace,
I will join you in the shadowland
We enjoyed ourselves,
We had a few laughs,
You never knew this,
But i love you,
The day you left my tears began to come,
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut,
You weren't just my friend,
You were my best friend,
That night i saw you killed,
Was a night like no other,
I couldn't stand her taunting face,
Now i write this alone,
I hate this world,
But now i will leave it in peace,
I will join you in the shadowland
u jus a picture on my wall, every moment for which i fall.
deeper in the hole, that thing that is love called.
every morning i wake up jus wishing that would call
but simply forgetting that i jus met u up at the bar.
she's like everything i imagined, got caught up in a bad habit.
i keep desperatly goin back, failing everytime i go to it.
the fact that i can't find u, is makin me bout to lose it.
that one person to love, knowing that u can probably be it.
and fact that im finding you, is telling me u don't c it.
so i write this love letter, hoping that we can meet.
hoping that u don't see it and turn the other cheek.
the address that u gave me, i write up on the sheet.
i'll tie a little bow and hopefully i can send it.
i'll dreaming until that moment, but until it i will end.
this illusion up in my head, that is only of pretend.
so i really want u to know , that i hope that u would call.
and give it a lil time, cause i know that we fall
out of sky onto our feet, so silly and unique
but without you girl i can't possibly reach my peak.
I always said I would write our song
But the words escape me
I said I would tell our story but I don't know how
Words can't do justice to the way I feel
It’s never the way I want it to come out
When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home
I can't write a never-ending story
Our love grows more every day
This story has no ending
No song can end that way
When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home
I'll wake up every day in your arms
In my heart is where you will always live
If there comes a day when god takes you from me
I'll go too, I can't live without you
When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home
Anywhere, any time, I'm fine
As long as I'm with you...
I'm home...
There is something missing
I could never put my finger on it
I write to get out affection
But all of it just bottles up
I don't know what to do
I want someone that I can talk to
About everything
And not just a friend
I want it to be a girl
A girl is what I write for
Someone I can adore
It doesn't even have to be serious
I just want someone that I can talk with
In a flirtatious way
Call babe and all those names
Compliment her every time I see her
But apparently I am not desperate enough
Because there are people who like me
But I do not like back
I am too picky in my life
But I have this right
Yet every night I plight
That I need some girl to bring light
To my day
Someone to which I can say
"I love you"
(On my myspace also)
Copyright 2009
All rights reserved
-Matthan C. Atherton
It’s snowing fear and disappointment.
Weak, my blood tries to tremble,
As the blizzards pass me.
I’ve ended the days
When I’d put love on paper,
Drowning my pen
In inky tears.
But I’ve killed it so many times…
It’s snowing fear
And my nights grow colder,
Eerie thoughts about to come,
Covering me in stillness.
I write of love, but do not want to,
With my pen and interred soul.
It’s snowing fear
As I caress this longing,
The pen drives swiftly over my heart.
It writes of us and what we had,
Buried now in bottomless snow.
I write of love, but tire out.
How will I get over this?
I’ll let the snow scatter my soul,
While the pen dies once more…
It’s snowing fear and you’re not here…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
i will love you
i will listen to every word you say
i will laugh at every corny joke
i will hold your hand
i will think about you all the time
i will talk about you non stop
i will remember you for ever
i will write about you every night
i will hear your voice in every song
i will see your face in every picture
i will close my eyes and pretend you're there when your not
i will believe in you
i will prey for you
i will cry with you
i will cry for you
i will climb a mountain to reach you
i will write a million words to tell you how i feel and you still wouldn't know
i will count how many times we kiss untill i loose count because i'm crazy like that
i will be there for you when you need me
i will have to remember to breathe when you touch me
i will sing love songs about you even though i cant sing
i will scream your name just to hear it
i will, because i fall hard, hard in love, i dig a hole and can't climb out
i will, i know
i will find you. I hope.
"One with Spice"
Flow write a scene to be seen essence
grow in a dream in fields of gold and SOL
Flows... Spice write flight though Knight's
bright light and be. Write Sees. You.
Jewel of Arrakis. Flower not brackish
in the fresh of the Spice, yes... it is nice.
Desert Rose in the nose vision flows
with sense in The Pen's essence yes.
Melange the aware bright orange in air
and sand in the hands aware of the song
Band beats in a tune sweet plants in sun
Dunes of the Gods Wind chimes.
Rhyme. New planets seen in the beam
of the mind bright Light's sight in the Spice
Dream.Writes from a Soul to be seen.
Fluorescence the color of Poetry.
In a sense...Sensitivity and specificity
Beat of the Binary, originality. Recall it
and flow with a Write to Spike it.
Flow.Spice.Write and so Be It.
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