from my high aerie
may i glimpse the wanderings
of the human race
creatures that enslave others
and cry then for lost freedoms
gambling
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from my high aerie
may i glimpse the wanderings
of the human race
creatures that enslave others
and cry then for lost freedoms
gambling
love is a gamble
you never know when it turns
like a bloody bull
and attacks you with its horns
and rips you apart
Next: arousal
a light touch of your
fingers in my soft places
breathing slow and deep
minds and hearts full of desire
bodies respond in tandem
heaven on earth
you and me alone
in the valley of lovers
walking hand in hand
immersed in the sea of love
found our heaven in this world
love without sex
I need nothing more
than the touch of your hand, your
voice entering me,
we are joined at the soul and
there is nothing else I need.
A ladder
give me a ladder
and i will paint your visage
on the moving clouds
so that when you pass by me
i can always see you smile
next: smile
a smile
given freely
and without expecting
anything but warmth in return
magic
Mars
Hey, is this short poem,,,,certainly not tanka?Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
the day will soon come
when lovers with their luggage
of heart-melting love
will head for the planet Mars
away from this earth
sorry next: intelligence
This endless buzzing,
this crackle and hiss of white
noise burning my mind,
does it offer an answer
to mystery, or to death?
A bowl of white roses
imagination
like a bowl of white flowers
decorates your thoughts
you can keep them fresh and fine
in coffers of your brain's shrine
wow, damn this senility!
Next: shrine
erect memory
of someone who gave their all
surpreme sacrifice...
for someone without thinking
of the cost they would pay: build
Halloween
the death of pumpkins
weird faces covered with masks
tell different stories
spirits, ghouls and banshees
seem to fill the atmosphere
horizon