Last Commented Lyric Poems (681)

Darling let me
paint words
in your heart
and etch a poem...
Our passions lie
deep like roots of a tree....
Your sweet embrace is
a calypso....
Kisses are medley
of music in jazz...
Love pours like a poem,
making the heart
warm and cozy....
Our feelings are
painted as a rainbow of petals...
I love to taste the
wine on your lips ....
I love to taste the
erotic fragrance of honey
on your lips ......
I would love to hear
you moan in ecstasy
Oh passion my depth
of heart and soul is for you.

You black poem—
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.

Dusk
Dusk’s a floating
Opera …
Orange hues
Are soaked petals
And linger as a
Painter scattering
A hazy abstract…
Time’s a music
Of mediation…
I am fond of
Nature …
It’s a metaphor
Of solitude…
My lover for her
Awakens like a dove…
Would have loved
An evening with her…
Love echoes the
Evening as a poem …

Dawn opened
Her colored veils—
The sun is echoing
A dream.
The sky is a poetic
Metaphor;clouds
Are melodious lakes—
There, a crater
Is opening—
Lava is pouring crimson—
Bards are gliding
Gently as
Aesthetic sculptures—
I am a poet at heart,
I am a bard of lyric’s
Soul.

Many times I do not understand, because suddenly everything becomes so complicated. What happen? What happens to me when I am by your side?
Because reason dislocates my logic in which I lose the notion of time and I do not find a return.
Many times I'm speechless in front of what I know, that's how I invent this space that I do not think deserves
It's just not living, it's just not existing.
If I go to the letters it is in favor of my muses admiring you in the illusion of a story in which you star, because to think you cry, you call them infinite. Only part of this my war although pretend that you do not know. Do not try to run away when many times even if you shut up just simulating your smile calms my ills.
And maybe I'll get you to understand what happens?
When in the consciousness of your heart are deliberately sculpted the feeling that moved God to enjoy his creation.
I know that you do not ignore what my innate soul but I do not know what stops those that your desires invite.
I am here, right in the direction of your truth and I do not know that if I play your version, I only intend to show you that even being humble in human condition I can give you love and loyalty.

White pony, crossed the river
its legs, were covered darkish red
the water draws in blood and mud
the sky was turning black.

Today is day remarked by law
the village made voice threat
a bastard boy been caught to steal
a piece of onion and bread.

The crowd were clapped big fat eyes
a sound of smiling death
pronounced the sentence, the mute bastard
on knees, was looking sad.

Hooked the gallows, hundreds of souls
were dancing in crazy mad.
White pony crosses the fields, while
cold wind embraces in roaring wept.

A shiny sunset ray ran through the pupils of a young lion. The savannah moaned in the comfort of a herd of gazelles that crossed the view of the beast. The lion trembled in anticipation of a clumsy clatter to lag behind the hubbub. The heat stretched and hid the horizon. A flock of dark black wings fluttered through the depths of a tired sky.
The young lion trailed the flank, and in hot blood smeared the grass in his wake. There was a rumble, a spark ringing whizzed, a white silence embraced all the living creatures. The vault of heaven became black, the sun was not as before, and gentle ash, the smell of death, and the revenge of God, were set in all around.
Day was breaking, a sunray approached stealthily on the dark horizon, and stood behind a heavy mist. From the impenetrable darkness was rising a rumble of a mechanical monster, spreading poisonous stench. The flashed eye of the machine flew over the savannah; the air roared wildly, all living creatures were gone.
Today all is quiet, the lake behind the hill does not remember the slice of the morning's breeze.
It is quiet, the sun, lonely, keeps the last memory. The sky gray, smiling in curvy clouds - swoons.
Nuclear God brightened everything, but pardoned the nucleus of Earth, in farewell.

She got bit yesterday
For a day it was ok
She washed it up and put on a Hello Kitty band aid
But I wish she would have gotten a doctor and paid
Because sometimes you need to spend some cold hard cash
Or you will slowly turn to ash
As she is doing right now
She smells real bad, worse than a sick cow
Her pink skin is blue and deep red now
As she is rotting like all dead things do
While mother nature slowly turns them to goo
I love her lots
But her body still rots
I will stay with her till the end
Will she bite me, I wonder not if but when
I miss her tender love
But with her condition I wouldn't touch her with a glove!

You showed up around 11 and said we would eat lunch
It took till 1:30 and I wanted to punch
You in the face but I was too starving to try
Every time we get together I want to cry
You have a fancy car and a TV too
A hundred and one gadgets and your own Youtube
But it's always something is off and not quite right
Your employee called in and now you will work into the night
I'm driving your car to my place so you
Can get another 40 minutes off work real soon
When will you come and get your car, only heaven knows
It's no wonder everyone you know want to go to blows
For all the crazy @$%& you constantly do
That affect everyone around you and makes them feel like dodo
But I really thank you for the food, ice cream, and pop at Freddy's
But the craziness of you makes me want to sneeze
It's been since early November since we last spent some time
When will it be again
I just hope you don't get arrested for a crime!