Tag: poet

Such Pretty Words

Written upon the occasion of  a gentleman completely misreading the nuanced words of a particular young lady.  Poor chap.  Sad tale, this one.

Oh this venom
upon his lips!
See how
coldly
down the back
of his throat
it slips.

Bled from the sun
a nectar he’s found
he swallows slowly
and suddenly
perplexed
he drops
dead on the ground.

Smoke and mirrors
Labyrinth for few
funfair funhouse
with equivocal words
lake waters illusory
cloak and dagger
through and through.

That faraway land
coy foreign way
words gamely penned
vaguely veiled ideas
a premise delusional
and so then
this swift decay!

His blood his tears
the snow they stain
his soul it dies
and will remain
ever and forever
dead with disdain.

Cold Reaper

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I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!

Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!

Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!

Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!

Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!

If Ever

ever

If ever I kissed your lips
I’d take your breath away
hide it in a secret place
for all the live long day.

If ever I stroked your face
and stared into your eyes
you’d melt into the sea
under a thousand skies.

If I cupped into my hands
your soft and supple breasts
such rapid pants would escape
and you’d die a thousand deaths.

Should my hands then slowly trace
small circles on your skin
lost you’d be in the need
and never return again.

If ever I tongued you on
that symbol of your lust
you’d quiver and shiver so
such pleasure would be so just.

If ever I touched those lips
and so spent my passions deeds
not one man ever could
satisfy your deepest needs.

She Went Away

shewentaway on justruminating men's blogThe angel is gone
she went away
will she return
again some day?

Verse rang true
touched my heart
lady grace right
from the start.

Penned and painted
such loveliness
her impressions of
life I do miss.

She kept me glad
and full of glee
the love has gone
with her poetry.

But still I hear
her gentle sighs
they whisper through
the darkened skies.

The angel has gone
she went away
I hope she returns
to me some day.

Exhausted

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I have hushed voices in my head
they say the things I’ve always said
they echo loudly thus keeping me
from finding my own calm poetry.

I need respite from all of this
can’t even find my happiness
I know he’s crying hiding pain
haunting me again and again.

Torturing me they suffocate
my joy I’ve lost and subjugate
a thousand voices so unclear
escaping reality and their fear.

A few sweet things keep me sane
I return to them again and again
to drink their joy and to taste
the essence of them but in haste.

Fearing majesty just might go
and back to hell my soul to sow
the thoughts that fuel my misery
swallow me whole indiscriminately.

I have these voices in my head
from all the things I’ve ever said
funny though there does still reign
joyous feelings in my heart remain.