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Solely Possession
Soley Possession
To touch your skin in knowing its warmth, but I want it next to my own warmth.....making it a part of me, as I would become a part of you. To take your soft face into my hands, and gaze in your intoxicating eyes. To smell your essence invoking the animal within me to come, and claim what is his. Just to have you, to bring you face to face....feeling your sweet warm breath gently against my face. I love you and all that you are. I love you for the person you have become, and the woman you are growing into. To touch that part of your being that no other is allowed. I am he and shall no other be. To taste your flesh wwith my soft lips, while savoring your nectar from the flower in which you possess.... Oh my oh my, how my tongue cries for such pleasures. Simply this my love.... To touch you in every sense possible....I need that, I need this...here with you....till the day after forever.
To touch your skin in knowing its warmth, but I want it next to my own warmth.....making it a part of me, as I would become a part of you. To take your soft face into my hands, and gaze in your intoxicating eyes. To smell your essence invoking the animal within me to come, and claim what is his. Just to have you, to bring you face to face....feeling your sweet warm breath gently against my face. I love you and all that you are. I love you for the person you have become, and the woman you are growing into. To touch that part of your being that no other is allowed. I am he and shall no other be. To taste your flesh wwith my soft lips, while savoring your nectar from the flower in which you possess.... Oh my oh my, how my tongue cries for such pleasures. Simply this my love.... To touch you in every sense possible....I need that, I need this...here with you....till the day after forever.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I write from deep within where pondering over words do not exist. To write is to breathe, and I search for this with one special person.HER JOURNEY
Calm before the storm
Black as onyx stone
Jaded as pain
Rehearsed like vows
Mystical as love
Upon lover's lips
Deep tunnels below
Silent cries that roar
Veil that shadows
All the beauty
Wings of white dove
Boldness of lion
Wisdom of mirage
Not yet come;
Prism of time
Suspended above
No compass, have I
Nor northern star
Just a tale foretold
Of love to unfold
Black as onyx stone
Jaded as pain
Rehearsed like vows
Mystical as love
Upon lover's lips
Deep tunnels below
Silent cries that roar
Veil that shadows
All the beauty
Wings of white dove
Boldness of lion
Wisdom of mirage
Not yet come;
Prism of time
Suspended above
No compass, have I
Nor northern star
Just a tale foretold
Of love to unfold
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Posted: Sep 2014
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By My Side.
You are always standing by my side
You are my destiny of Love
You enter my heart with gossamer touch
Walk with me to Heaven
I give you the Rose
You are my beloved
My Angel of the morning sun
You are my Love-light
Heaven's own divine within my heart
Forever be my dream of Love
The sun shines forth from your Soul
You give me Love no other can
I only know the glory of Love
When my divinity stands by my side
You are my destiny of Love
You enter my heart with gossamer touch
Walk with me to Heaven
I give you the Rose
You are my beloved
My Angel of the morning sun
You are my Love-light
Heaven's own divine within my heart
Forever be my dream of Love
The sun shines forth from your Soul
You give me Love no other can
I only know the glory of Love
When my divinity stands by my side
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
A man always feels more of a man when a woman stands by his side. He Is complete.
IT IS BORING, IT’S SAD
It is boring, it’s sad! – not a soul who'll lend hand
At a time of emotional mishap...
Desires ... what’s use to desire forever in vain?
While years roll by - and best years at that!
To love – whom to love? – Flitting love is such waste,
Love forever - impossible thing...
If you look close inside – there’s no trace of the past,
Every joy and torment, every thing is so mean.
And of passions I’ll say – sweet disorder they bring
That will vanish with time at a bidding of mind.
And our life, if you look with cold judgment at it
Nothing much seems to be, foolish jest, mere farce!
At a time of emotional mishap...
Desires ... what’s use to desire forever in vain?
While years roll by - and best years at that!
To love – whom to love? – Flitting love is such waste,
Love forever - impossible thing...
If you look close inside – there’s no trace of the past,
Every joy and torment, every thing is so mean.
And of passions I’ll say – sweet disorder they bring
That will vanish with time at a bidding of mind.
And our life, if you look with cold judgment at it
Nothing much seems to be, foolish jest, mere farce!
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
Mikhail Lermontov, a Russian Romantic poet, "the poet of the Caucasus", as he was sometimes called cause he did military service in Caucasus, became the most important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's death in 1837. On July 25, 1841, at Pyatigorsk, fellow army officer Nikolai Martynov, who felt offended by one of Lermontov's jokes, challenged him to a duel and killed him. Lermontov is considered the supreme poet of Russian literature alongside Pushkin and the greatest figure in Russian Romanticism.
How I see summer
The sunshine,
beating down on my face,
I feel it in my window when I wake,
So happy and it makes me smile each time,
The sunshine.
Ice cream,
So many flavors to please the senses,
Chocolate candy, yellow cake, cherries with coconut shredded,
The smells and textures satiate curiosities or flavors desired to be,
Sunshine, and ice cream.
The splashes,
The smells of the salty sea,
The warm and grainy sand underneath one's feet,
Children laughing, feeling seashells and hearing wave crashes,
Sunshine, ice cream, and the splashes.
Summer fruits,
The sweet tastes of berries and smoothies,
The sugars so sweet please the pallot with their naturally flavorful beauty,
how I crave this food and it's lovely juice,
The sunshine, ice cream, the splashes and summer fruits.
This is how I see the summertime,
You may have different images, but these are mine.z
beating down on my face,
I feel it in my window when I wake,
So happy and it makes me smile each time,
The sunshine.
Ice cream,
So many flavors to please the senses,
Chocolate candy, yellow cake, cherries with coconut shredded,
The smells and textures satiate curiosities or flavors desired to be,
Sunshine, and ice cream.
The splashes,
The smells of the salty sea,
The warm and grainy sand underneath one's feet,
Children laughing, feeling seashells and hearing wave crashes,
Sunshine, ice cream, and the splashes.
Summer fruits,
The sweet tastes of berries and smoothies,
The sugars so sweet please the pallot with their naturally flavorful beauty,
how I crave this food and it's lovely juice,
The sunshine, ice cream, the splashes and summer fruits.
This is how I see the summertime,
You may have different images, but these are mine.z
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Posted: Jul 2012
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This explains how i see summer from a prospective of having no vision. I am blind.~ Emotions ~
Emotions
Woman’s wet tears of want
Needy feelings, does he care the way I do ~
Why can’t he understand
It’s the way I am
Does he want me, the way I want him
Or does he want me only when he wants to Sin!
Does he want me to go away
I live for him, day-by-day!
Does he care and have love for me
It’s the way for him to be ~
Does he want the girl next door, that’s me
I am not a woman that looks divine,
that has good looks or a sexy behind
But I am one that is loyal & true
Oh! Why does he make me cry and
feel so blue!
Does he want only me, or is he still looking for
a pin-up girl beneath his Christmas tree ~
Piety my self-esteem, I want him so
In my arms, it’s for him I dream!
Emotions from Heaven above
It’s all about him, the man I love!
Romantic Poet
JimEee
Woman’s wet tears of want
Needy feelings, does he care the way I do ~
Why can’t he understand
It’s the way I am
Does he want me, the way I want him
Or does he want me only when he wants to Sin!
Does he want me to go away
I live for him, day-by-day!
Does he care and have love for me
It’s the way for him to be ~
Does he want the girl next door, that’s me
I am not a woman that looks divine,
that has good looks or a sexy behind
But I am one that is loyal & true
Oh! Why does he make me cry and
feel so blue!
Does he want only me, or is he still looking for
a pin-up girl beneath his Christmas tree ~
Piety my self-esteem, I want him so
In my arms, it’s for him I dream!
Emotions from Heaven above
It’s all about him, the man I love!
Romantic Poet
JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
~ I am sure he wants you ~my bleeding heart
My heart is hiding in the cave
It's seeking a refuge
As it's bleeding halfway to death
It will not come out
Until its final grave.
It's seeking a refuge
As it's bleeding halfway to death
It will not come out
Until its final grave.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Wrote this when times were full of dark stormsI never told the buried gold
I never told the buried gold
Upon the hill--that lies--
I saw the sun--his plunder done
Crouch low to guard his prize.
He stood as near
Are stood you here--
A pace had been between--
Did but a snake bisect the break
My life had forfeit been.
That was a wondrous booty--
I hope't was honest gained.
Those were the fairest ingots
That ever kissed the spade!
Whether to keep the secret--
Whether to reveal--
Whether as I ponder
Kidd will suddensail--
Could a shrewd advise me
We might e'en divide--
Should a shrewd betray me--
Atropos decide!
Yo ho Yo ho
A prirate's life for me
We extort,we pilfer,
We filch and sack
Drink up!!!
You are my secret treasure ; )
Upon the hill--that lies--
I saw the sun--his plunder done
Crouch low to guard his prize.
He stood as near
Are stood you here--
A pace had been between--
Did but a snake bisect the break
My life had forfeit been.
That was a wondrous booty--
I hope't was honest gained.
Those were the fairest ingots
That ever kissed the spade!
Whether to keep the secret--
Whether to reveal--
Whether as I ponder
Kidd will suddensail--
Could a shrewd advise me
We might e'en divide--
Should a shrewd betray me--
Atropos decide!
Yo ho Yo ho
A prirate's life for me
We extort,we pilfer,
We filch and sack
Drink up!!!
You are my secret treasure ; )
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Raspberries in the lane
Raspberries in the lane
fruiting wildly under the sun
I have my eye on them
but I suspect the children will have them
it makes me happy
that someone had the foresight
to plant out this public space
curing the neighborhood
of drab fences and grass strips
last week we planted hibiscus
their flowers are ephemeral
but so patently joyful
I hope they survive the cool winter
its marginal to grow them here
better somewhere warmer but we will see
winter being far off
cast the blues away!
fruiting wildly under the sun
I have my eye on them
but I suspect the children will have them
it makes me happy
that someone had the foresight
to plant out this public space
curing the neighborhood
of drab fences and grass strips
last week we planted hibiscus
their flowers are ephemeral
but so patently joyful
I hope they survive the cool winter
its marginal to grow them here
better somewhere warmer but we will see
winter being far off
cast the blues away!
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Posted: Jan 8
About this poem:
This week I discovered some guerilla gardening in an alley near my house, quite a joy...
Of Beloved Dogs
Inevitably they talk about their dogs
Leaning against the bar;
Leaning against the fenders of their pickup trucks,
Gazing at the stars.
Little do they know
Those little silver specks in the heavens;
Are the reflections from the eyes,
Of all their old friends long gone.
And those silver streaks, not falling stars
No, frisbee balls and sticks
That got away in the weightlessness of space.
I was on duty often when they came
And I cried along with their masters;
When their time had come,
The rich, the poor, free spirits and cowboys.
Old couples, young children
Survivors of the holocaust;
Marines home just in time.
Well, we know where they go
But whence came these drifters?
Some just showed up on the porch, quietly waiting
Like they had an appointment.
Others came in little squeaking boxes
And restless hands fed them with nippled bottle;
Their mothers lost,
Until irresistibility became full value.
And they rode home
On the leather seat of the Rolls Royce.
Leaning against the bar;
Leaning against the fenders of their pickup trucks,
Gazing at the stars.
Little do they know
Those little silver specks in the heavens;
Are the reflections from the eyes,
Of all their old friends long gone.
And those silver streaks, not falling stars
No, frisbee balls and sticks
That got away in the weightlessness of space.
I was on duty often when they came
And I cried along with their masters;
When their time had come,
The rich, the poor, free spirits and cowboys.
Old couples, young children
Survivors of the holocaust;
Marines home just in time.
Well, we know where they go
But whence came these drifters?
Some just showed up on the porch, quietly waiting
Like they had an appointment.
Others came in little squeaking boxes
And restless hands fed them with nippled bottle;
Their mothers lost,
Until irresistibility became full value.
And they rode home
On the leather seat of the Rolls Royce.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
The experiences while working as a veterinary technician.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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