with love,
sparkling eyes,
golden glow, bewitch me—
twenty-eight years, not enough time,
my love...
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with love,
sparkling eyes,
golden glow, bewitch me—
twenty-eight years, not enough time,
my love...
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my love...
my love for you
is beyond time and space
you will always live in my heart
love heart!
im not much of a poetry kid so ill just listen to u guy ok :D
hey mazhur i know what your thing abut the world war means now answer me if you dont know about it :D :D :D
my love
ponders.... lingers....
conceiving nothing but
on whom to fall upon, to be
settled :lol:
....
edit: sorry i thought Pen was the last to hv written a cinquain, my bad. I'll edit the first words by a bit. :)
love heart
ponders.... lingers....
conceiving nothing but
on whom to fall upon, to be
settled
settled
in the centre
of my heart is a nymph
so sweet so naughty. I can't tell
her name
her name
do not tell me
I don't want to hear it
jealous? me? whatever makes you
think that
think that
how would you feel
if it rains and rain drops
kiss you under the bikini
and wet!
and wet!
is what we'll be
the storm rains lashing out
pelting us with icy fingers
freezing
freezing -
it's been so long
since a red nose and ears,
I would like to feel it again,
and snow!
and snow!
Oh, that white cap
worn by the mountains high
melts like chocolate by the heat
inside
inside
you must venture,
inside freezing is warm,
the crystals of the universe
live there
live there
and die fighting
for the cause will haunt you
in life, in death, in life after
your death!
live there
in the palace
of my love-ridden heart
listen to the music sublime
and dance
your death
has saddened me
grief has struck the whole world
I stand at your memorial
and cry!
and cry
I do too much
this pool of saltiness
must surely run dry for I need
a break
a break
from this humdrum
a chuckle,a warm kiss
a lover's tight embrace is all
you need!
you need
to leave better
last lines for the next one
momentous poetry requires
kick-starts
kick-starts
won't make you run
faster than a poor snail
you need wheels and wings to muster
the art
the art
is in the brush
or the note or the pen
that brings the color or the voice
to us
to us
the poem comes
like a blackbird, and stares
at nothing in particular,
and sings
and sings
the melody
lovely one writ for me
the music resonates within
thank you
thank you
my li'l poodle,
for your humble presence
in my lap, you make me feel all
cosy....
cosy
in my own chair
reclining with my dog,
reading latest stories written--
deadlines...
Deadlines
My editor
Is like the Grinch Who Stole
Christmas. Now will his heart grow three
Sizes?
Deadlines
have to be met
goals have to be attained
something have to be done to make
headlines
sizes"
A, B, C, D,
wonder which size you are
all sizes are available
what's yours?
'what's yours
is mine' the old
man said, his face too close,
breath reeking, fiddling with his
trousers.
sorry,,,,
trousers
have two pockets
one on each side and one
or two at the back and look great
unzipped!;)
unzipped
my mouth blabbed on
and you placed your finger
against my lips and said, shh, shh,
there now
there, now,
that is the star,
the one that must be far,
it shines so brightly, blinding all
but you
but you
are nothing, and
I am nothing, and we
are nothing but specks floating in
darkness
darkness
hides behind light
bringing the weary ones
lost and searching for so much more
come home
come home
the spring of love
waits for you with open arms
to hug and embrace you with gift
of love
of love,
cinquains abound,
let's talk of spinach found
between your teeth, the source for her
laughter
laughter
will make you sad
a monkey tried to laugh
and fell down the coconut tree
and died
and died
with all my love
in his heart, and rested
quietly in mere memories
and tears.
you know
what may happen
when you're using kindness
as your defense against the brute,
dont you?