These words are my hearts song
I bleed a script on how I feel
The sanctum, to which I belong
Harmony, hate, peace, and love are strong
I am not limited one emotion
These words are my hearts song
Un-veil the scroll of my life’s bond
Enter my lucid mind, over-flowed passion
The sanctum, to which I belong
Inspired by events of breaths prolonged
To exhale, you first must inhale
These words are my hearts song
Burning in my heart so long
This here pen is my ember
The sanctum, to which I belong
In my Eden of words, I do no wrong
With an idle quill between my fingers
These words are my hearts song,
The sanctum, to which I belong.
*Miranda Lambert*©
Started: 4/11/2011
Finished: 4/18/2011
Poetic words flowing so naturally,
On this soup of aesthetic candidacy,
Epic verses releasing from one’s soul,
Touching the heart of young and old,
Radiating love with each comment,
Yare ideas to be shared in our convent,
Soup filled with ecstasy and despair,
Optimistic outlooks eager to be shared,
Unbelievable stories from people all over the world,
Poetic words now unfold from the minds of both boy and girl.
For Adeleke Adeite's Poetic Picture Contest
If you try and decipher the code, you'll see in my poetry;
That my love for you will explode, metaphorically!
The stanza's will demand release, and so I open up my heart.
My emotions will only increase, unveiling this poem like a canvas of art.
You'll discover a lover in me with a continuous burning desire.
My words in my poetry will have your luscious body on fire!
To cool you down my verbs in my words will be like ice.
In my couplet's you'll rightfully wear your crown, and live with me in paradise!
So as I D
R
O
P my heavenly bomb, be prepared for ecstasy.
This passionate heat will be like napalm, hoping to have you next to me!
Such an explosion of love, tearing your emotional defenses apart.
It's not enough, I must take your body and mind above, just to win your heart!!
*Wrote for Catie Lindseys contest "Love Notes" Enjoyed;)
The words He spoke fell upon my ears and rang throughout my mind.
The words did echo a joyous sound within my head's confines.
His words wiped clean my slate of wrongs and calmed my horrid fears.
And As they took him with intentions of harm.
I felt my eyes let go a tear.
And within my heart then burns a fire it's flame it does not yeild.
It stokes the glowing embers that lay within my soul
And fills my being with love and yearns for passion still.
I watched from afar as he took a path, one chosen by none at all.
A rocky path of sweat and blood upon which he knew He'd fall.
Not once nor twice but three or more his face did strike the ground.
Each time he hit I felt the shame and the fears of those around.
The weight He bore was of many, mine included too.
As he walked a path not taken by any where he died for me and you.
David Gary Pennington
I WHISPER to the trees of the forest of my love for thee.
Their TRANQUILITY is my sign that our love is true.
Creatures of the forest LILT BLISSFULLY for you and me.
WAFTED FRAGRANT LAVENDOR flows around us gently too
My heart doused in SPLENDOR from your caressing touch.
Your essence is DULCET and securing my presence this day.
ELOQUENCE of your voice entices my arms to tenderly clutch.
Desiring to hold you forever each day and night, everyway,
WHISPER into my ears the words that I know you hold.
BLISSFULLY kiss my lips in return, of your love so bold.
My soul shall WAFT across all the waters that unfold.
Flowers of FRAGRANT aroma, I shall give as our gold.
These words of my heart I WHISPER in the forest of love.
From the forest of love, we receive each; a pure white dove.
Through so many poems I tried to explain.
I've tried to paint a picture in your brain.
Through my words we've popped champagne.
I was your Tarzan and you were my Jane.
Through my words I've tried to take your body beyond this physical plane.
You were my honeycomb and I was your candy cane.
Through my words we've made love in the rain.
You came, screamed my name as I entered your domain.
Through my words I was serious yet I tried to entertain.
Your heart is what I've done my best to obtain.
So I pray my words were worthwhile,
And I succeeded making your heart smile.
*Here's for you sunshine....
I'm a lonely person on the inside but instead of showing my feelings I hide. I'm afraid of what people might say so i cry on the inside.Not brave enough to say what i really feel because im afraid people might laugh so I keep my words to my myself and my pain never heals.When people look at me they'll never know how I really feel because I cover my pain with a shy smile and a slight laugh.Not brave enough to show the world who I'm really am so afraid what they might think,say,or do.No more from now on I'll be who I want to be no time to be afraid lifes too short.I going to let myself free.You can laugh or say what you want because words dont hurt me at least not anymore.
Sunlight shines within the folds
your red and orange hues display
your brush upon the canvas spoke
of beauty words could not relay
Lost within this burning flame
I'm wittiness to the joy you saw
the beauty of your fire etched
within this heart now left in awe
Inspired by Brian Strand's Picture Poem contest
Red Canna 1923 Georgia O'Keeffe
http://www.artinthepicture.com/paintings/Georgia_Okeeffe/Red_Canna
"I found that I could say things with color and shapes that I
couldn't say in any other way - things that I had no words for." Georgia O'Keeffe
What will I do without you
I'm not sure what I would exactly do
If it was you I never could again hold
In fact without you now, my heart has turned slightly cold
I can see so clearly in my dreams, you and I together growing old
How would it hit me if I could never again hear your voice and how it sounds so alive and free
With a few spoken words from you I would be so inspired
That's because I accept you are my very souls desire
That flame still burns where only you could light that fire
How will I make it if it's you I could never again see
And with looking in you eyes I could vividly see, no words needed to be said for it to be
known how much you were so deeply in love with me
Through it all we have always been meant to be
So what will I do without you if you forever went away
Just like I am now, going crazy and insane each and every single day
But while it's you I so greatly miss
I know in my heart, soul, and mind I am a strong woman and that I've really been through
far worse than this...
...but then again
I honestly can't recall or remember just how or when
Tonight I wonder,
will I ever be a poet?
I'm a good writer,
sometimes I don't even know it.
The words come to me naturally,
and some of them I don't
even know what they mean!
I love to write
everyday and everynight,
about the things that happen in my life.
I really hope I become a poet,
it's more than writing to me.
I think I have talents
most people can't see.
Poetry is my passion,
it helps me think.
I write the words I feel
in beautifully colored ink.
I hope someday to become a poet
so that people can see,
the true poet I really can be.
Tonight I allow you to visit my mind
Please remain seated, sit back while you find
The beauty of mystery as Da Vinci would code
I welcome you all to my humble abode.
I am the writer of taciturn night
Taking a step into the light
A poet of truth and fantastical vibes
The spirit of mystic and magic resides.
I see the world as confiscated
Individual thought of a people baited
Serving the rich to weed the poor
Only the absence of mind to adore.
I see the homeless in your city streets
While children are taken by the devils elite
I season these turmoils through shattered dreams
Living a life of forced extremes.
Within the same sentence I write of the trees
All of the magic in flowering leaves
I scribe upon waves, emotions fare
A junkie of words and loves despair.
This was a visit, a touch if you please
A moment of time or angled degrees
Within my mind words ignite
I am the writer of taciturn night.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 16, 2008
Now I taste what sweet words
drip like honey upon my tongue.
Written words like these are a kiss on the lips
they are words of truth.
From the pages To you
I whisper these secrets in your ear.
They are Sufficient to hear
,but loud is this that speaks to ones soul.
Your Reflection isn’t the beginning
Nor is it the end of what will come to pass.
Whisper not into the night these words I can not hear.
For I'am but a vision, Tell me while I'm near.
Whisper not into the night these words I long to hear,
But tell me them in your voice, and place them upon my ear.
Whisper not a remenise of which I can not see,
But show me what it is by heart, of which you want it to be.
For we are in a vision of the night, And here I will always be.
Whisper not into the night. A wish of disregret. For I'am but
a vision, stuck in side your head. Till the end of time I shall
always be. For you are but a part of my soul.
Not just a whisper in the night.
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