Pearly petals furled in pouting peace so perfect
Mighty little puffs of feisty life against my skin
Bright deep intimate soul windows, soul hands which we hold
Colourful melody on heartstrings of delighted vulnerability
A warm snug weight, fulfilling my arms and chest
Posts tagged ‘Poems’
Those words, three…
By Lovers’ Lane.
I’d fallen headlong,
Not that I’d known long,
Not with my brain.
You’d had a head-start,
Caught unawares my heart,
Those three remain.
x ♥ x
A tremor, faint, in your expression
Joins your half answer to my question;
One foot out I slow, I know,
Restraint’s an early mist on your emotion
A catch in your throat shows your struggle,
Heavy dew, light bloom aromas muddle
And with one cuddle, the honesty flows
While hopes and fears you juggle
I’m honoured when you share your heart,
Wind me by the climbers in your mind
To find your childlike courage when tears smart,
You blink away the weeds that try to bind
Beyond the quaint exterior, pearly paint,
The Secret Garden’s not so hard to enter,
Spirit’s fruit grow, love right at the centre,
Your roots ain’t like mine, but that’s adventure
‘Fore now your friendship’s taught me many things,
Of bold and thorny challenge; real love’s tough,
Praise ringing through the branches as you sing;
You’re precious and these words are not enough.
Only a gritty life could produce such treasure.
The words again in case the picture is not clear.
As a sun beam dances
Crisply through clear water,
So whispers He
Through His beloved daughter.
Her incandescent beauty;
The fruit of several years
Where gritty trials came,
Leaving precious souvenirs
Multitones of wisdom
Grace her precious words,
Radiant with perseverance,
Her strength is the Lord’s.
Subtle tell-tale creases outline your eyes
And my finger longs to linger there
To share the stories softly etched
Unbridled laughter, earnest trace of care
I press my lips against your rough worked hands;
I’m five again, and I can feel the chafe
Your palm, clean water on my back
I know its warmth, or yours, and I am safe
The very things that reveal your humanity
And seal the letters detailing your days
Singing boldly, shirking vanity
They warm my skin like summer morning rays.
Weary and lonely
Yet wanting to be alone,
Itching to fly
But energy gone,
Restless for no reason,
Excitement and dread
I try again to clear my head
I know this lead
Is not mine to carry,
Don’t give in.
I tarry at the hurdle,
Breathe in the Sweet Pea Sun
Win back the day.
I have pondered now
Painfully for a long time
I still don’t know how
Thank you Jingle and all!! :]
I couldn’t choose this time, so many great poems, so I’d love no nominate The Tickly Turtle!
Fab, Thank you! :]
Hot tears splash down my cold face
Which I lose the battle to compose,
Resolve buckles; I fleetingly embrace
The pain that follows the love that I chose
I took the risk of loving you,
The things I said I meant and I believe,
My touch, the laughter and my tears were true
And so this might confirm that I’m naive
Is it folly when fear sees a chance,
To stare it down, and instead choose to trust,
And on foundations of love take a stance,
Knowing vulnerability is a must?
Sacrifice sets true love apart,
You’d heard it said and in your head you knew,
But when it came to choices of the heart
You struggled to let selflessness come through
I’m sorry for not being tough enough,
Having fun with you was just too sweet
For me to want to call your bluff,
Though you’d no intention of deceit
I’ve prayed for you in many words and tears
With great hope cause I can see you’re lovely,
Let Holy Spirit take away your fears
So you can learn to be loved, and love fully
I hope you know I truly don’t regret
Investing in you, even with the pain,
Heavenly Father’s keeping the best yet,
And a precious friendship will remain.
Rain, out of control, pounds
Against the ground, the roof, the wall,
In a furious, childish rage,
Just by being himself it can but fall
And in that moment I empathise
With Rain, he can’t be helped, at all.
He’s raw, honest and helpless;
People hate him for causing discomfort
But we need Rain to sustain, we confess,
Revitalisation that we thought we sought
Rebounds in his self destructive passion
Having with our blind rejection fought.
Moderation’s fingers lack the elasticity
Or strength to reach round Rain’s temperament;
In places none, in others beyond plenty,
And Rain’s tantrum was never meant
To invoke beholder’s pity.
Well if aloof Sun should happen to break out,
Remember, stunted would growth be without Rain.
‘Cause even if at first you like the drought
In the end you’d see it lead to Pain.
Fire-cracker Mam, Rock Daddy
The gift that’s equaled by no other
Which you have given me
Is that you love each other
Pretty taken by surprise here for getting that awrd, but gladly accept. :]
I would like to nominate http://wherepleasantfountainslie.wordpress.com/2011/06/14/she-said/ Thanks very much.