I had a poem once
On the tip
Of my tongue
But i took a breath and now it is gone
Somewhere in the wind;
For you my love,
For you.
May11
Tag Archives: poem
Mar23
True
You are the true story.
Everyone else shares an
Abridged version.
A made for tv,
Short attention span description.
And you are a plethora of wonder and life.
An untellable combination
Of experience and music,
Of meadows and alleyways,
Sunrise and sunset.
You are beyond narratives.
More than a novel or poem.
You are the beginning and
The
Expansion of beingness.
You.
Dec5
Reading
Read a poem.
Read it again
And again.
Leave it be
And return.
Keep reading,
Immersing yourself in each verse.
Pondering.
A sequence of thoughts pulling
You into
A
Myriad of emotions.
Seeing something more.
Feeling something more.
Every time you come back to the words
They seem to have grown
In depth and width.
Unending rhythms creating a
Cosmic beat within your heart
And mind.
Expanding creation,
Human metamorphosis.
Wake up.
Feb21
How to Say
And it grips the poets heart
At any moment.
And they are left breathless,
Adrenaline coursing through
The body.
What words?
How to say?
How to draft with the heart
A picture?
And they might be left stumbling,
For more words
To find
No words.
And pretend like nothing
Left them stunned as time stopped,
The
Out of body experience.
Just
Like that.
At any given instant
The ecstasy in every cell
Becoming poetry.
Nov9
Wanting
I shall never get to the end of you,
For there is always more
And i am left with a
Consuming desire.
Nov9
Whim
What a romantic whim,
To welcome me into your
Dreams.
To take me dancing amongst your stars.
I have never felt such pleasure
In being swept away.
Every sense in me
Lost in you.
Nov6
Crazy
We are all crazy.Most choose to
Only share select bits and pieces of themselves,
While
Those who show it all
Are called insane.
Nov5
The here
This is the here and now.Not the past.
Not the future.
Bring your heart here,
Closer,
And you will hear it still
Beats within.
Nov5
Share
Share with me,
If you will,
Your naked passion.
Like poets of old
Did take possesion of
Hearts and minds
By magic
With merely
Pen and paper.
Dec3
Him
Him.
There he is
So human.
Unaware
That he alone knows the poetry of my heart.
Unaware
That
He is the
Living ,
Breathing
Poem of my soul.
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