we are uncut gems
diamonds in the rough, but we
sparkle when polished
our hidden talents to be
discovered by the world
Categories:
uncut, beauty,
Form: Tanka
Your brown eyes remind me of Mahogany beams
Able to support my requests and fulfill all my dreams
When I look into your soft brown eyes, there like stable earth
Filled with all the beauty, strength, and riches, your love is worth
Those brown eyes like chestnut horses gate
Wild, untamed, and free is your natural state
Sweet brown eyes that make me feel like I was kissed by the sun
Heated, warm, sensual with unwavering compassion
They are brown like the color of coal before a diamond is formed
Uncut, beautiful, just like the hour glass they adorn
Categories:
uncut, bridal shower, cute love,
Form: Free verse
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.
taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.
smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.
in the glee,
in the hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody
of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014
Categories:
uncut, autumn, senses, spring, summer,
Form: Free verse
i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread
dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination
and re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love
spun the spools from the intricacy of my spirit
designed a pattern to the rhythm of the music of my inner thoughts
enamored in your vision
crystal beads gather on my brow
as i toil your finely bred gift
as i braid every part of me
with every memory
into every sliver of fabric
sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams
and with my boiling blood initial my woven piece
my work at an end i awake
you lay there a wingless angel
smiling as if you heard a bell ring
your boundless warmth embraces me
without a touch
barely
with just a hint
i kiss you
so not to disturb your sleep
and whisper
'thank you’
Maurice Yvonne
entered for The Poet Contest
September 1 2014
Categories:
uncut, love, relationship, romance, romantic,
Form: Free verse