Poems (34,426)

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

In the depths of passion's untamed,
Our desires unleashed and inflamed,
A connection beyond words, untold,
When bodies collide, in fervor bold.

When I feed your lust, my love,
Your body quivers, with each thrust and shove,
Each rough touch transmits ardor's fire,
A blazing testament, to our fierce desire.

To forceful dance of skin our hearts race,
Our bodies interlocked, in sacred embrace,
Your cries of pleasure, a sweet symphony,
Ignite a hunger, driving me avidly.

With every tremor, a higher peak we climb,
An ecstasy unbound, a primeval chime,
In your vulnerability, my ardor is unchained,
Our passion's fire burns, uncontained.

The boundaries of pleasure, we'll transcend,
This unbridled eroticism, will never end,
climaxing bodies trembling whole,
o*gasm, will be poetry of our souls.

-- The sound of mystery, -
My guitar tuned itself and sent it's music!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
Yeah, yeah, --

--The sight of mystery, -
My ship and the crew now drift south!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
-- And what a mystery?, -
No albatross can been seen!, --

--The feel of mystery, -
My arms turn to fins as I dive down deep!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
All things, they await, to meet me!, --

What a mystery? - Only in a mindless dream?, --

--The taste of mystery, -
Man, I see the virgin sun swing low!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
It's where no one else has ever been!, --

--The smell of mystery, -
Mermaids gather round, inviting, wanting me to be with them!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --

--The feel of mystery, -
You can find me has you stand there in the sand shallow at the waves, I'm pulling you in!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We marched to the fore,
With bravery and might,
Hopes of wining battle,
But our hopes were out of sight.

The fight hard and long,
swords and spell clashed in the dark,
with the echoes of defeat,
weighing heavy on our hearts.

We fought with all we had,
But the enemy was strong,
And as our numbers dwindled,
We found all hope had gone.

The cost of war is high,
And now we pay the price,
As the echoes of defeat,
Resound in our hearts tonight.

So mourn lost sisters and brothers,
And grieve for what was done,
let the echoes of defeat,
Remind us what's been won.

Never forget the fallen,
Their sacrifice' won't be in vain,
we'll fight with all our might,
To make their memory's remain.

As we march towards the future,
We'll remember what went before,
As the echoes of defeat,
Spur us on to win the war.

I am in awe of and feel blessed by the nature that surrounds me here...on retreat with no ticking clock, no timetable
Tucked nicely away from the hustle and bustle watching the trees gently sway whilst listening to their leaves rustle
The melodic sound of birdsong fills the air and their delightful acrobatic display seduces me
Refreshing rain falls and that awakens my very presence as my senses are stimulated and pleasant thoughts are provoked
I feel insignificant yet protected in the woods around the tall strong trees and their foliage so dense
Each year, every season come rain or shine, during both good times or sad I am drawn to return and just be....
I choose to be fully present here...soaking in the atmosphere of each unique minute, hour, day....i sit, i walk, i lay in sweet surrender feeling weightlessly at peace
Nestled amongst the array of spectacular colours, the scent of sweet perfume the diversity of the clouds in the sky, the sun, the stars the moon
The sound of silence envelops me ,the stillness calms my mind
The gentle breeze whispering in my ears. caressing my skin reminding me it’s real as it feels so surreal
I am here it is not just a dream....it is a free gift and one i shall always treasure
Just as the stream fluctuates, the trees bend are flexible ...i surrender ...i choose to go with the flow
I rest in complete awe of this seemingly mystical splendour as it gently blesses me, restoring my mind body and soul
And I mindfully give thanks to our creator, as i go.

Here are some solutions to the migrant problem are easy you see
Just make the place they left from where they want to be
Make it a place of good wages and violence free
A place where everyone lives in glee
Make the weather nice and the governments nice too
Everyone helping each other making some great stew
You bring the onions, I'll bring the beef
And we'll have a great feast with green grass beneath
So the people will live in warmth where they don't have to freeze
And the health of them is good so they don't have to sneeze
So the problem is easy, don't cha know
Just make Mexico and the rest where they want to go

If you want to build your own family hold your man . With an open arms ,lovehim, share every thing with no secret between the two of you care him.But if you don't want to build your own family open your hands live the man fly away like a bird. That's the life.Be Happy

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ XI ]
*** Dunes ***



“Foot steps
On sand;
Marks reign
Where winds
Blow dust
To fill
Such waste
In stirs
Of flute; -

*** Root ***

Sun sets
A path
From east,
To south,
White hawks
Hunt close,
Weird flights
Soar hopes
For peace; -

*** Root ***

Deep eyes
Sink in, -
Dunes weave,
Like grains
Bend gems
On rays, -
Swift, sharp,
Chimes call
Raw winds; -

*** Root ***

Can you
Feel thirst? –
Who could
Give price
To life. -
If not
Same soul
Who knows
To heal?..”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)




P.S: For a time period, not defined, I will not be posting; thus, I will continue after the break.

Th3Mirr0r

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ X ]
*** The Edge ***



“Just hold
This stone;
Whole earth
Could fit,
To bind
Thy mind,
But more,
Sky has
No limit; -

*** Root ***

Dull edge
Gives shape
To change, -
These rocks
Felt rains
And storms;
Each crack
Bares signs
Of Time; -

*** Root ***

Sharp edge
Makes sense
Of what
You hold, -
Deep sea,
High peak,
Waves, weaves,
Of same
Known core; -

*** Root ***

Thy self
Still search
New ways
To rise,
For bright
Must be
That soul
Who knows
Each edge.”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

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