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Yay!!! I love poems that rhyme!!! Loved it! :)
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Heart Thief...
You walked away so long ago
I cried so at the start I've tried so hard to love again But how, without my heart. Among the things you took with you When you walked out the door, My soul, my heart My faith in love, Now lost forevermore. |
From the 9 Word Poetry Challenge from a few years back...
This is what I wrote with the 9 words that were provided in the challenge. I wrote this a few years ago...
The 9-Word Poetry Challenge: Dilettante * Flotsam * Sheer * Lighter * Lazy * Woeful* Ivory * Filigree * Leaves The Elephants Graveyard Ivory bones bleached lighter by the sun, Shining through the filigree of leaves. Trumpeting widow’s woeful cries are done Her sorrow-laden heart no longer grieves. Very much like flotsam they are now Sheer, skeletal debris all that remains. Where now that massive head and noble brow, That curling trunk that drank of the sweet rains? The wild holds no refuge from the callous hunter Greed impels him here to where the beasts abide. Triumphant they carry their kill as they saunter, Never knowing nor caring how many have died. Dilettantes discussing the length, shape and sizes, And the glorious trophy as they made their stave. Ornaments are fashioned from the ivory prizes Carved from all the tusks picked up from that grave. Lazy matrons vying to obtain possession Of the bounty brought to the homeland shores. Anxious eyes covet with greedy obsession To add yet more booty to their treasure stores. |
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Thank you so much. :)
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words fall like rain washing over me cleansing my soul
wishing for the time when I can feel whole whispers in my ear tease my imagination waking me from this sleep and procrastination where will it lead on this winding path hoping that this feeling lasts broken words shattered past can you see behind my glass look deep to find who I am my walls are like a dam one look from you and it broke spilling forth till im soaked Ri~ |
9 Word Poetry Challenge...
I wrote this not long ago-it's one of my fav's...hope you enjoy it!
Mending, Treasure, Morning, Alone, Fact, Soul, Love, Future, Hoping... Morning comes, And I’m finally alone To ponder the fact That my heart is still mending From the tearing And the rending Yes Still mending… So… Isn’t there some stitch-witchery That will completely set me free? To love again To trust again And yet Again… My heart is still mending From the tearing And the rending Yes Still mending… So…(Sew it together now…) My body you may pleasure Now and then at your leisure, But the fabric of my heart To me is the real treasure… And the resilience of my soul Only I alone know… So…(Sew it together now…) I’m hoping for future love That fits Mmmm…like a kid glove, Hoping and coping with my Heart that’s still mending From the tearing And the rending Yes… Still mending… Morning Comes… And I capture the sunrise Shining in my eyes And I realise With quiet surprise… That my heart is done mending From the tearing And the rending Yes Done mending... Yes Done mending... Boots :stillheart: lkf 4/29/11 |
And...yet another 9 word challenge...:)
Tremble
Lips Dinner Menu Watch Calculate Time Rush Table "Just Desserts" The fancy red napkin discreetly covers my lap as I pick at my delicious dinner... Watching you watch me... My lips begin to tremble as I see you calculate the time, and the distance... as your hands caress my thigh-highs under the table, taunting, teasing... telling me to "Relax... there's no rush... Daddy always delivers the dessert menu, right on time..." Boots :stillheart: lkf 5/2011 |
Femme Unraveled...(The Tapestry)
I’m supposed to be put together…been told I know how to do that well...
Yet I have so many loose ends going this way and that… The man-child …a hot blue brilliant flame of strong satin ribbon…trying desperately to blame… The ex…a worn black leather cord…it’s tightly knotted razor edges once loved and adored… The lover…a sky blue silk string…deliciously wrapped so delicately in between… The dog…a metallic soldered silver thread slipping carefully by cheating death... The job…a wiry rough jute rope…frayed and full of false promises and hopes… The friends…a multiple strand of vibrant yarns wrapped round me keeping safe from harm… The family…a soft and strong cotton blend allowing me room to grow and bend… The Femme…a fierce fiery red silk strand carefully and intricately sewn by hand… All these loose ends somehow find their place... in their own interwoven interface… It’s a mystery that even I sometimes cannot see… But when I really look… a beautiful femme tapestry… Boots :stillheart: 10/31/10 lkf I'm just getting started here on BFP...if interested to read more, go to BF and click on my blogs...Bootsandheels... :) |
A Poetry Challenge -- 9 words
Haste
Public Journey Lips Sweet Intrigue Illuminate Shame Bound BOUND It was a six year journey you took me on... (in the beginning the strongest of bonds...) So unaware of the intrigue you held for me there... (in the beginning you were so full of light... in that public room your halo so bright... in the beginning you could illuminate my darkest night... in the beginning I could finally see... the sweet hot butch of you igniting an explosion of femme in me...) Then slowly you bound me with your nameless shame, a crushed and broken halo your wicked game, and pressing your finger across my lips with a drunken smile you whispered and hissed... Shhh Shhh Shhh... Boots :stillheart: 8/2011 lkf |
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~Bumping thread...calling all poets!~
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I, remain
“I’m just a simple prairie girl” she would retort, as I reveled in her depth and complexity. I understood her and misunderstood her, simultaneously. Long, languishing evenings spent intricately weaving our souls together. Pleading with each other inaudibly to “handle with care” the gifts we sometimes reluctantly, sometimes voraciously bestowed on each other. She sang for Me, I listened. Captivated. I realized after her unannounced departure she had been saying goodbye, since hello. Beguiled, I waited for her return, passing the time building a fortress and a carefully placed moat around My remains. It remains… I, remain… ~Elijah |
Of Course On Course
I watch the scene no one else sees.
It’s me before a momentary pond held at the edge of an aging parking lot. It’s midnight, and like a quiver full of arrows, the rain falls in a magnificent arching descent, exploding in a flash of silver and white as they hit the pond's quick skin. The surface is taut then lax, wrinkled then smooth. Impression. Realism. Impressionism. Realism. Within the black water, they will wait for a cloud lift. Ascension. Falling. Ascension. Falling. And none of this will ever seem like anything but home. |
Our Beliefs
Our Beliefs
We all have Our beliefs And are positive They’re right What if Come Judgement Day Things start Getting kinda tight Will you be able To tell the Boss: “Although I was wrong In my beliefs; I caused no one Any loss.” 8/09/2005 by Terry King NOTE: This is the name that I write under. NOTE: This poem may be posted anywhere on the web, providing that it is unchanged and that it is attributed to me. |
Facing my fears
Fear is something to be conquered.........
Morgan Think what you want, I don’t care, you surrounded me and lied to me. You said they would hurt me, so I feared them. You said they would laugh at me, so I hid….. ... I believed every word you said, I trusted you, now I know it wasn’t true and I am left with nothing more than a shell of who I am. All my life I have been afraid to live. I have continuously walked in others’ shoes. I played it safe, fearing the worst, afraid to participate in my own life. Morphing into people I met along the way, a piece here, a piece there, until one day I became them, all of them. Like some warped and grotesque figure, staring back in the mirror. Who is this person, who are they all looking back at me? How did she know, she says “oh you cannot hide”, now it is time to face my demons, oh how I want to run…… My muscles have grown tired and I have grown weaker, with each passing day I have grown weaker, today is my fight, today is my day, My mind is mine, my body is mine, and now I know MY LIFE IS MINE. I am no longer a child……..I have no excuses, MY LIFE IS MINE. |
poem: False Cheer
Below is a poem I wrote in 2006 when my holiday was not so bright an occasion. I'm in a better place these days. But I know I've seen some folks saying lately they weren't really feeling the holidays this year. So I'm sharing. Mostly because, for some reason, whenever I've felt like crap in the past, it's helped a little to know that other folks have been there and pulled through it.
So, here's Big Hugs to all the folks out there whose holiday isn't what they wish it to be. I hope it gets better and that your New Year finds you and yours healthy and happy. -S --------------------- FALSE CHEER Shiny and tinkling In all it's fraudulent joy, The season sweeps humanity along In a tide of unwanted revelry Discordant chimes echo Down crowded halls Gaping maws drinking deep, gorging on saccharine trifles Alone in the throng Wrapped in silence Rarely seen, less often touched Wonder stands dieing in arms reach -S, 2006 |
"I.Am.Stardust"
I am chocolate and sorrow Whiskey and stardust sex and nightmares all rolled into one sweet compact sensual package complete and incomplete without chains to bind me a cage to hold me love to fill me I bend but don't break I yield but never surrender -Me c) 2009 |
Never Love a Stranger
Never love a stranger
they'll take your heart away they'll set it loose on the northern wind and there will be no way that you can get it back. Never love a stranger they'll leave you feeling sad and wishing that what you wanted was more than what you had but you will have nothing. Never love a stranger they'll be quiet when they leave with the lights still out and the curtains drawn they will try to make you believe that they'll be back.... 2/25/12 |
Not much of a poet, not certain I get it really. However, I suppose most all of us give it a whirl at some point in our lives. This was my one and only attempt:
A Beauty Unsurpassed With a beauty unsurpassed by any, that’s how our love should have grown, but I took advantage with my selfish ways, oh if only I could have known. That I would so soon, yearn to touch your hair, and feel the blessedness of your smile, to once again enrapture your laughing heart, and this time keep it laughing all the while. For childish reason I disowned your love, for a pain of which you knew naught, oh if only I could have known back then, the sheer joy your love could have brought. So bestow me your sincerest forgiveness, although your word values more than my worth, and our lives shall grow together as one, as our love regains strength in rebirth. |
Oh my!
This is exquisitely beautiful! Don't be a 1-hit-wonder, write some more. You've got talent! Thanks for sharing this - lovely!
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