Spontaneous Poems

How do I love thee? Let me run away.
I love thee from a distance, as is only proper.
I love thee fearfully, and timidly.
I love thee with the strength of capsicum
and the sweetness of marshmallow.
I love thee though you seem to love another,
Not asking for return, just loving still.
I'll love thee when both are old and grey
Not counting the years as wasted.
I love thee though you're clearly a root-rat
Having no respect for women
Or any value for me.
When next we meet I'll keep my cool and smile
And hide the bond I feel behind my eyes
And dwindle down to death,
Many years hence
Without a sigh.

his eyes like fuel to my fire
lay hot upon my chest
and though were no longer lovers
i feel his caress and kiss upon my neck
high summer heat i fell deep
so deep in a love that still makes me weak
made me weep to think he's a treasure i can never keep
still the pleasure is enough to release endorphins
if you could measure what i feel
close to morphine when i see him
butterflies and i'm free falling
the pain is too much apart
why i ever gave my heart to start
i'll never know, we'll never grow
just hold my head high
lookin fly in my LBD
glide right by and make you want me

This flickering light
Rhythm running wild
This sound bass beat
Laughing on the street
This pub lit bright
Warm welcome long night
This drink in my hand
Listening to a new band
This strange nervousness
A woman in a green dress
This memory
Zig-zagging home through trees
at midnight in faint light
This moonlit night

One foot out the door
About to get lost to the night
Cold wind touching the skin
Perfect feeling, a sin
Deceitful grin
Glimpse back expecting soft melody
Residue of a creature
Annoying back pat
Conscience, a reminder
Nothing came; alive without a soul
Nuisance feeling yet vital
Never spotted, used or felt
Yet true and mighty
Treasured never taken lightly
For when lost there remains a gap
Not virginity, more precious
What defines a being(?)
For the world needs its dose

she doesn't know where shes going
she dont even know where shes been
they lay lazy till the early hours
avoiding the inevitable scene
when the suns rays break the ice
slices of light take all that was nice
and the night looks dirty in hindsight
she closes the door as quiet as possible
trying not to jangle the keys
and runs up the road high heels in her hand
and dirt on her jeans at the knees
feeling like roxanne
he's a concoction of romance and passion and pain
and i know he'll be coming around now
and clutching the sheets where she lay
he whispered in his sleep
i wish that you would just stay
stay with me all day

only once in a lifetime
supposed to be special
i cant explain the feeling
lying down helpless
wishing i had rehearsed
better yet had prepared
where do we go now
does it make us one
are we done
do i stand up and leave
nobody gave me the specifics
victim of the word 'special'
could say its overrated
but they say the technique helps
maybe thats what she lacked
somebody did this to her
it was time she returned the favour
it didn't take long
maybe i need an explanation
i could be reading a lot to it
how do i look at her
few seconds of pleasure
a minute i dont treasure
lifetime worth memory
from now on i live with it
..................... 'SPECIAL'

MY ATTEMPT
ok here it goes//

Emotion of fate
is more than a belief
emotion of hate
comes from a place that lets in deceive
love is precious
like a rose, or a babies birth
lean into the wind as light as a feather
like theirs no gravity on this earth




thats all i got so far

I'm no poet, but welcome, Koista

RH

:-)
thanks... trust me im no poet either hahaha

I can write songs to a beat but i cant write poetry..
I seem to find my words to an instrument rather than from "the heart" so to speak, but when your at work listening to the rock radio station it kinda scrambles everything because im not a fan of heavy metal.

im a RnB man

I walk the gamut, but feel welcome on my thred.

Rock

sweet
kool :-)

is a dream a memory? a wish? just unconcious jargon and rubbish?
i dreamt i saw her, she looked radiant, the sun was shining at the beach
she was lay looking plumper than i remember
but happier than a kid in a free sweet shop
she didnt say a word, but i woke to the sound of her voice
and then, reality echoed through me like a bass drum
still i smiled "it was so nice of you to visit me"
i said aloud

what makes me, who wakes me, you made me quiver
all i know is a vision of your body saying come hither
the feeling similar to a white knuckle ride
as music, emotion and addiction collide
the friction feeds my hunger and planets align
like the splash of a whales tail on the oceans surface
i feel a million miles away, like a child again, when you come out to play
im tryna explain to those who cant feel it
how surreal the appeal of your meal is, its healing and still leaves me reeling and killing for another lick, im your magazine as you flick through my pages and space seems not so outragous, now i understand, the power is a flower in the palm of your hand, fools stick to rules and you break down the land, playing minds and souls like a one man band

don't act shy you are worse than a spy
for once let them know what makes you live
show that life you chose behind those doors
keeping you alive with every chore
it's beauty explains you, let them hate some will love
don't be scared everyone does
hiding what you are made of won't inspire
for it is the reason behind your fire

a soldier of deep sleep awake to take some more sleeping pills weeping chills the spine gravity kills the spine the present stills the time evident fills the mind still i climb out the gutter last words to mutter shutter to think open the blinds im past pursueing lassouing ropeing the rhyme and if it isn't as is it was the way it was i say it cause i know it devoted most my life to the knife's slice the needle pin people sin with flesh life and death breath trying to listen goes deaf go left when you have no rights soul fights within it's epitomy screaming at my inner child mister little me drunk off the wine from my spine that circles the vine in italy

don't be sad, don't be blue?
how can blue be bad
for it makes the African skies
where my ancestors lie
when I think of its sunrise
all the anger dies
the beauty and the design
kingdom and its reign
flows in my veins

found myself at a loss of breath
ran into life at the cost of death
had enough change for things to stay the same
on the sideline's i played another game
i was very able so my brother cane
came to walk with crutches
my trigger finger holding the red button that said dont touch this
i saw the finish line
and took my shot at it
nightmares thrown into my dream catchers as i spin this twine
i guessed how many grains of sand
in the hour glass hopeing i win this time
took the learning curve in this line

hahaha what do you think?

its a hard life.
constant strife.
its a good time.
those pleasure filled nights.

death and thugs.
obsessed with drugs
mean mugs.
everyone has guns.

life and friends.
poker night again.
they all grew up.
it goes on, it never ends.

city of sin.
juice and gin.
i cant complain.
what fun its been!

i like this you've written OGIONIK

maybe you could could write when you can't sleep?
angst can be channeled into creativity to bring relief
and you have some lyrical skill, that may earn you money one day - who knows?

just a thought

im asking the questions subtle suggestions with no answers
doing public shows with my private dancer
breaking down the no entry signs on public property
no tresspassing
giving all that i can just asking
for the poverty to be distributed properly
well can all own this monoply
its just give an take
take what ya give
and watch what you live an make
eve take my rib
so we can build a family

please rate thanks you