Poetry Blogs (love poems)
She has no scars.
She needs no wings.
She bleeds like an angel crying for her sins.
She weeps for her feelings and loses them in the rain.
She’s dead in the morning until she drinks the golden liquid that can leave a nasty stain.
She waits, she commands, she’s ready with her plan.
She delivers new children into the world without a helping hand.
We stand and stare and wonder how they can...
Friday 13th March 2020 9:10 am
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves
I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:38 pm
rigorous exercise, training my mind
the center of my world, I give you my due diligence
love to watch me write by candle light, would you guide my hand and evoke my true penmanship
law of attraction, I cast it out, and ask around
I question myself, then take affirmative action
groundbreaking truths shatter walls, somebody hand me my protractor
searching the sea floor and tapping the wel...
Sunday 16th February 2020 9:13 pm
Matriarch butterfly, conduct conducive
mother gaia's demeanor echo.
as you move mountains
as she size your shoe, electrifying presence
you're so well grounded
heart fluttering, don't be disheartened.
trumpets erupting, as you walk the walk, my mind carry off as I'm wrapped in your minutiae
Shift the world, your tectonic occupancy lay rise to volumes of topographic novelties
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:56 pm
Love is in the air forecasters say
at first blush, be that as it may
chalk initials in handpicked tins invoke remembrance by paving ways
palms supine scribed with written in lines tie sanskrit signs
significance is found in the now
springs and gears ticking time
as faeries grant blessings shifting through a lovers parade
Concurrent reminiscence written on akashic pages taking turn
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:51 pm
loving a woman is to love indeed the wind
The wind that dances on her own crystalline chord
The wind that takes your hand, that swiftly leaves a kiss
& with a killer scent repeats, “good-bye” “so long”
loving a woman is worshipping flame or fire
a flame that with her body cooks sweetly a bread of sadness
A merciless, deep light that burning you inspires
that touches your skin with poison...
Saturday 15th February 2020 9:33 pm
you cannot shut the whole world off as
and when you please.
i was fifteen
my mother, forty-five, fighting
an incessant war with my headphones.
our days were outlined more with
slammed doors and dour glares,
conversations prisoned behind the fear
of exposing the soft-
ness in the way our hearts beat
or pumped blood
to spill over that much love. our hands
Tuesday 11th February 2020 4:53 am