She renders me unstable,
A force too wild to cradle.
Her laughter cascades,
Like untamed hair upon my chest,
Each word a dagger, sharp and true,
Yet she is my unbridled joy, my undoing too.
She throws her head back,
And my world dissolves,
A riot of mirth only time absolves.
A burst of fireworks, bright and wild,
She ravages my soul, both fierce and unfiled.
Unashamed, she tips the scale,
My reason frays, my senses fail.
Her passion roars, a flame untamed,
An endless hunger I cannot name.
She crashes like tides that never recede,
A tempest feeding my boundless need.
Raw and relentless, she tears me apart,
Unraveling threads that bind my heart.
Her scent lingers, a maddening snare,
A whisper of chaos woven in air.
Madness blooms in her tangled mind,
A force too vast for time to bind.
Her face, a timeless grace,
Galaxies bloom within her gaze.
She walks as though the stars conspire,
To leave a path of eternal fire.
She shakes my world, her tempest reigns,
Glee and destruction in her wake remain.
And as I plunge into the swell,
I’m lost to her, a willing farewell.
Categories:
renders, adventure, analogy, desire, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
{he's leaving...no hugs...no kisses}
this heart deep within me
will remember you eternally
the bond we shared was so strong
don't know where I possibly went wrong
{she : you're leaving?
he : yes!
she : take these. That's all I can gift...all I can render
he : (remains silent and leaves)}
her eyes shed tears as he leaves
it's all dark and gloomy she believes
there's nothing for her in this world so tender
it's tears all she has, it's tears she renders
Categories:
renders, pain, sad,
Form: Rhyme
A woman's beauty renders men disarmed,
and opens their hearts to great harm,
and their voluptuous nature enchants them from afar.
Women the enslavers of mankind
seduce us with their beautiful forms.
What can we do but love?
Categories:
renders, beauty,
Form: Verse
The friend who gonna while sheer
In friendly, airy blast always . . .
The soul around . . .
Who ne’er mind —by renders a hurt
The old cougar, restful in bench by
In stares much bit
Of enjoying up nicely day by day
With the sun illume
With the windy hit passive his skin
When stars-oh-moon light
Once hold tho shadow heaven
In casting by thrilling
His whistler galloping
In fulling island ground soul, melody
In adding-lib —
In forgiving of resentful
Uncool off liaison
The cougar as look tensity my vicinity
By was, — who had been gone . . .
And inquired one nascency rose
On souls is mind —
Who will be next? O friend scathe-less
Airy blast always at others —
Who spring by, a proudly around?
Categories:
renders, allegory, death, friendship, hope,
Form: Elegy