She never asked for castles or a love story grand,
Just someone who would always understand.
Someone who’d notice the things left unsaid,
And remember the little thoughts inside her head.
Someone who’d know how she takes her tea,
What makes her smile, what makes her happy.
Who’d bring her flowers on an ordinary day,
Just to see her smile and brighten her way.
She wants to be heard, respected, and known,
To feel that with him, she’s never alone.
A love so gentle, yet fiercely true,
The kind that says, “I’ll always choose you.”
And if the world should laugh and say,
“He’s wrapped around her every day,”
He’d simply smile, without a care,
Because loving her was never a burden to bear.
She doesn’t want someone to rule or possess,
She wants a heart that chooses her happiness.
A love that feels like coming home,
Where two hearts belong, but neither owns.
That’s all she asks, nothing more, nothing less
A love full of warmth, respect, and tenderness.
Someone who loves her, in all that she’ll be,
And makes forever feel easy and free.
The woman hadn’t slept for days.
Blood-curdling screams
Crawling from under the door,
Lurking down the stairs,
Seeping into her eardrums,
Turning her stomach
At the mere thought
Of her baby in distress.
She made her way
To the nursery.
Just as the tips of her fingers
Grasped the cold shock
Of the doorknob,
A silence fell.
The woman opened the door.
A draft of icy air
Sending shivers through her skin,
Only to be swallowed
By the frozen emptiness
The nursery had wrapped around her.
The silence lingered
As she approached the crib,
Only to be broken
By the creaking of the mobile.
She reached
For her bundle of joy,
Laying peacefully in its slumber,
But her arms sank
As the blanket collapsed;
She cradled her sorrows instead.
Before nothing bothered me,me,
I walked under the bright sun,
I waited until it went down
to find that spark
from a rising star;
I loved to play my guitar!
Julie waited for me,
smelling a wild rose
she picked on the way
to our hiding place;
on those summer's nights,
my warm arms wrapped around her:
it was the libido of sensual Romeo.
We laughed, we smiled,
not counting hours,
oh, it's the first night
I let these tears
flow so quickly;
nothing around me
is joyful and pretty,
because I lied
to the cutest girl alive.
O dark night
send dazzling moonbeams
to excite my libido
of sensual Romeo.
even the angry moonlight hides;
do I have to beg, scream and cry,
turn around and go home,
make up a ridiculous alibi
that's not needed anymore?
It's the first night
I'm crying in desperation,
without that heart
driving me wild;
it' s the first night
I'm ignored and pushed aside
to excite my libido
of sensual Romeo.
Along the shoreline we saunter
Gazing at the bright stars on the water
And the purple painted clouds in the sky
She began to speak with her words barely louder than the restless waves
She talked about how pointless performing for others is
“Never once has anyone congratulated someone for being a fake version of herself.”
Her words resonated deep within my soul
My feet suddenly grounded in the soft sand
She turned back to face me with her shoulders drooping sadly
My body magnetized to her
And my arms wrapped around her warm body and felt her loose-fitted sweater
She ran her nails through my short blonde hair as I cried on her neck
Her calming voice whispered in my ears
And the palm of her other hand heated my back
Gently my tears poured into her light blue cardigan
The water reached our feet as we embraced under the star’s light
I’ve believed in those epics of Love, moments when a man’s mind drifts away from the noise of the outer world and wants only to listen to his beloved — that quiet, tingling sensation in the stomach.
Love doesn’t ask for your attention. It crashes into you, sudden and unapologetic, and before you understand what’s happening — boom — you’re lovestruck. You’re already there.
Love comes first, and then comes the woman, like a butterfly resting on your fingertips. You cannot hold her when you want to; you find her instead, in the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. And somehow, without resistance, you find yourself wrapped around her fingers.
Love, of all things, is what makes you feel a kiss on the cheek that no one placed there. She closes your eyes and opens your heart. She holds your hand just firmly enough to lead you into utopia — a darkness only to the ordinary world.
You will be called a madman. But it is the world that is truly maddened, cursed by its inability to realise that Love resides in a woman — often unheard.
The bridge above her nose was pierced,
Her nostrils were, as well,
With several silver bars laced through,
As far as I could tell.
Her upper ears both sported studs
And wrapped around her neck
A studded leather choker served,
With others, to bedeck.
I couldn’t count how many more
(I didn’t want to stare)
And on her wrists, assorted bracelets
Brightly dangled there.
She was a very friendly soul
And so I had to ask
If she slept with all her piercings;
She did not take me to task.
She simply laughed and said she did,
Not what I thought I’d hear,
Since I take my earrings out each night,
Just one in either ear.
What are you afraid of
Look in their eyes
For now it's time
You've been soft for too long
Head on her knees
Arms wrapped around her legs
And just like a prisoner
For freedom she begs
For a moment they pray
The other she turns to prey
If she doesn't marry, she's faulty
For crimes she never did she's guilty
Each day every day she crumbles
Every step she takes she fumbles
Her lips are like sharp sword
But she's forced to never say a word
Taught to be humble, always calm
It's the way you live without any harm
But when they've lost all the humanity
Why are you afraid to do the same
When they've abused all their right
Why are you afraid to still fight
What do you have left to lose
Why do you fear
You can steal words, not ideas
You can steal moments, not feelings
If they do then let them
For they can steal bodies, not souls
they always ask me to stay a little longer,
as if laughter came from my skin.
as if I could be unlonely
just by making sure no one else is.
I fill the room,
and yet I’m never
in it.
they love me most
in photographs cropped at the waist—
in group chats
where I type like a mirror
and vanish like fog.
I am the pause before the pretty one speaks.
I am the arm wrapped around her waist.
I am the voice that steadies the silence
but never stirs the heart.
boys tell me I’m safe,
like a bed they’ll never sleep in.
they laugh
and I laugh
and my laugh
is a little too practiced.
I know how to fold desire
into a joke
before anyone sees it.
I know how to be background,
the warm blur,
the easy comfort
you never imagine kissing.
and still—
when I cry
it’s always quietly.
as if I don’t want
to make anyone
uncomfortable.
I thought about you lots last night
The moon and I were friends
We kept each other company
Companions 'til the end
I counted sheep to fall asleep
It didn't work too well
But once I had you on my mind
Off the cliff I fell
A deep doze then enveloped me
A dream state soon ensued
A lakefront through a vista
The vision was imbued
With a woman silhouetted
Beneath the shimmering trees
Approaching from behind her
I weakened at the knees
My arms then wrapped around her waist
On her neck I placed a kiss
She turned and looked right at me
Her eyes said "yes" to this
Her hair was blowing in the wind
I moved it with my hand
I brushed it back from off her face
Her beauty was so grand
We walked a path together
It led us to a shore
No words were necessary
We knew we wanted more
Unclad from any branding
Hand in hand we waded in
And then we swam, three elements
Water, skin, and skin
A night aflame continued
The morning came too soon
But waiting for me when I woke
Was my old friend, the moon
Our fingers would endlessly be intertwined
My favorite sensation would be your breath on the back of my neck
That is if I was your love
But you are wrapped around her little finger
And when you breath fans me my blood runs cold
I would be breath taken by you beauty as nothing earthly compares
Sleeping softly as I knew you would dance across my dreams
That is if I was your love
But your not my beauty to behold
And my dreams of you are haunting
I would memorize every inch of your skin
Happiness only awarded by being by your side
That is if I was your love
But I’m tormented in wanting to know the unknown of you
And your welcomes burn me
Oh if I was your love
ROSE MOON FOR LOVERS
Vibrancy
of vesper-velvet gown
Buddleia glass slippers fall to ground
Fairy lights,
the climaxing of stars,
in blue-eyed diamond-facet orbs
Riveting
rose moon, kiss of jasmine
in cimmerian shade of Eden
Silhouette
flirt, her bodacious trunk,
vines wrapped around her beckoning arch
3/8/2021
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Sponsor: Joseph May
PS Syllable counter verified 3/6/9 syllable count
First to arrive at the karaoke bar
and always last to leave
she put it all out on the line
the glitz the glamour
the looks the swagger
Her sequin gown would glitter
all night as she played the star
high on killer stilettos
a glass of wine or two
she sure could belt out tunes
She'd tease the audience
with her flirtatious moves
soon she’d have them
eating out of her hand
wrapped around her pinky
Shamelessly addicted
to the lights and the attention
hooked on echoes of applause
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Each link a tear drop dripping down her face
Wrapped around her thought’s weighting within
Memories of torture and pain through the years
Thought’s and memories wanting them to disappear
Four boy’s also wrapped in chains unable to escape
Sleepless night’s of fear and fright alone and ashamed
No escaping theses chains of thought’s and hope
That will never disappear
Dedicated To: My Mother
There was a Tilley Willy in her back
It was a seasoned one with pneumonia hack.
Sasha had been trying to shake it since lunch
It had grown up with the McMillian bunch.
It had tentacles that wrapped around her twice.
Tilley Willy thought living inside her was truly nice.
Other humans and dogs have ticks, lice and fleas.
She kept begging it to leave using manners and please.
The Tilley Wiley was determined to stay forever
Then she met a comedienne quite nice and clever
So she encouraged Sasha to stand really close
And that Tilley Wiley jumped from host to host.
Sasha’s pneumonia promptly and abruptly went away
The comedienne had a ridiculous cold the very next day.
I met my lovely candy bar
among the sweetest gifts in life-
the sweetest gift on earth by far-
a woman to be called my wife.
I found her in a golden box,
a ribbon wrapped around her waist.
Of awesome features are her locks
a joyful smile and handsome face.
I listen to her graceful words
and long to know her fruitful heart.
Her songs are sweeter than the birds
and lightly sung as if a harp.
Indeed, I found this special girl;
Together we'll conquer the world.
Chanté Walker
Wednesday 8-7-2019 11:12 AM
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