My kind of poetry I must confess (sans capitalisation punctuation & visual recitable.. a ' unique happening every reading)... from a very creative readable poet.Savour the moment
In the Glade
I stand and wait
Anxious to know my fate
Enjoying the peace and solitude
Amongst the flowers and the trees
Just hoping its not to late
As the Sun beams rain down
From high above
From a gap, just like heavens open door
I feel the heat
And savour the moment
Peace and tranquillity that’s for sure
My heair shines like a cluster of lights
As the Sunlight reflects a glow
Like mystical orbs of glowing moons
As high above
Up in the tress
Birds sing their magic tunes
So wonderful a place to be
Full of inspiration and mystery
A paradise on earth
As I stand and contemplate
Everything I do enjoy
And appreciate what its worth
I feel its great to be alive
Here in this leafy glade
Just heaven here on earth
A warm breath in the night
caresses the nape of my neck
my eyes still closed
sense its sweetness
And in the backdrop
the pitter-pattter of
raindrops gently falling
Serene i savour the moment
stretching it into the depths
of a moonless darkness
AP: 2nd place 2025
?rightness falls on our eyes,
like the bright summer sunsets,
the moon revolves around the earth,
and we are blessed,
you wear a bright summer dress,
you are earthy, positive, tasty,
you unwind,
you are freedom,
you are breath and oblivion,
and you stroll down the pathways of the heart
and you rise and you fall like the temperature,
healing,
and I come to you and and I am kneeling,
I have sunshine in buckets,
as luck would have it I am released,
you are my girl, my sunlight,
my rest,
my luck,
you are a spoonful of joy
and you are right on the track,
can I wake you with kisses,
and be with you and hold you,
and if you ever fail,
never tell you I told you,
and to move you with song and to savour the moment,
and together to go roaming
and be,
and stay in my heart,
and unfold all your love,
and cling to your warm summer body,
and taste the sand,
and your feet step on mine and you lure me,
into your cave were you cure me,
for what is life without love,
let’s carve out the stars.
Laying before me, I have twenty two
lined up syringes consisting of you
Each vial holds a different piece of your soul
I'm missing a fragment so can't make you whole
The morsel that's missing, already injected
soothing withdrawls, my body infected
I promised I know, to try'n give you in
Some how I don't know where I should begin
I tilt my head sideways inspecting the goods
Savour the moment like true addicts should
The little glass cages, which to pick first?
To surfeit my hunger and quench my thirst
I want you to dance on the back of my tongue
Cascade inside me so we can be one
Hand to my mouth, I can't keep you steady
No turning back now, too late, are you ready?
Moonstruck Crowd
Your mind seems to wander
Journey through a warped hall
No restriction for colour
The canvas a wall
Represent who you are
They're watching thoughtfully
Is their genius in your eyes?
Compose your abstraction cautiously
In true ecstasy now
Brush strokes unmask your compelling story
Uncontainable emotions flood your soul
Savour the moment
Can you feel it?
It's known as glory
Courage by the bucket load
You've exposed your soul now
Launch yourself into the unknown head first
Your now dancing with the moonstruck crowd
Where the sun beats on dry cracking plains like an anvil. Where Winter’s frozen fingers strangle growth. Where sweaty shirts cling to mortal skin. Where humanity stands on a deserted beach, or waits in a crowded queue; that’s where we live.
Savour the moment
Hungrily consume essence
Let flavours explode
Biting Life’s experience
Expires quicker in sun
As the words flow across my mouth
without sound they sit on the tip of my tongue
Unsaid the beautiful and out with the ugly
My words overflowing
out like nothing
filling my mouth as it pours insanities
splashing as it hits inside
wripilling every part of you.
Slandering's of beautiful lies
As a bed of roses every word crowned with a thorn
piercing every piece of peace.
Casting stones with nothing
invisible,tasteless, toxic
endless ramblings of nothing
inhaling wasting the exhale
beating the inner me like a drum
I hear thunder in your words but
it still means nothing.
I savour the moment of silence
I've tasted nothing
but the sorrow on your lips
Your words became less of a fruit
rotten to core
once heaven rested on your lips
and now there is nothing to taste anymore
As the words flow across my mouth
without sound they sit on the tip of my tongue
Unsaid the beautiful and out with the ugly
My words overflowing
out like nothing
filling my mouth as it pours insanities
splashing as it hits inside
wripilling every part of you.
Slandering's of beautiful lies
As a bed of roses every word crowned with a thorn
piercing every piece of peace.
Casting stones with nothing
invisible,tasteless, toxic
endless ramblings of nothing
inhaling wasting the exhale
beating the inner me like a drum
I hear thunder in your words but
it still means nothing.
I savour the moment of silence
I've tasted nothing
but the sorrow on your lips
Your words became less of a fruit
rotten to core
once heaven rested on your lips
and now there is nothing to taste anymore
Time and tide wait for none, it is said
It is a true and a wise statement indeed
Forget the dead past and fears of future
Savour the moment precious and be happy.
No extent of brooding can recoil the past
Nor help ease the anxieties of tomorrow
Let the past ghosts be laid to rest for good
Leave the past behind for good certainly
Savour the moment precious and be happy.
Enough of stale rancour; put a full stop to it
Ignore the apprehensions of the impending
Have firm trust in the supreme power above
And be at peace with oneself; that is abiding
Savour the moment precious and be happy.
Laying before me, I have twenty two
lined up syringes consisting of you
Each vial holds a different piece of your soul
I'm missing a fragment so can't make you whole
The morsel that's missing, already injected
soothing withdrawls, my body infected
I promised I know, to try'n give you in
Some how I don't know where I should begin
I tilt my head sideways inspecting the goods
Savour the moment like true addicts should
The little glass cages, which to pick first?
To surfeit my hunger and quench my thirst
I want you to dance on the back of my tongue
Cascade inside me so we can be one
Hand to my mouth, I can't keep you steady
No turning back now, too late, are you ready?
It's when your heart beats faster each time that person speaks
You have no control over it, it just beats, beats, beats.
Your throat goes dry, you can hardly speak
Butterflies fill your stomach and your knees go weak.
You realize this is something far more than you had imagined
And so you savour the moment and let your hair blow wild in the wind.
There's nowhere else you want to be right now
You are wrapped up in your own little world, struck with awe.
This is true love, you're definitely convinced
A powerful feeling, so strong, happening in just a blink.
You thought it would never happen to you
And you are amazed at what fate has brought you.
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