Why would you be
all I am
if not carved from
temptations shaking hands.
Who moulded all thoughts,
so like mine,
dragging me from self misery
into desire.
Lust gently cradles reason,
then snaps it's neck,
and in those stormy heartbeats
sheds no tears.
Pinned upon these pages
lay butterflies
of once glorious dreams
left to die.
You are my pyre of music
I burn to devour,
sweet, sacred words drip from lips
that are my bower.
I know what vision you hunger,
it also belongs to me,
I reach for your constellation
and just breathe.
27/7/08
Truely beautiful write reaches out and holds the eye the feeling within the poem has one spellbound Thankyou for this lovely piece Chris 10 x
oh man. this poem flows like honey, if that makes sense. it flows nicely but not to quickly, allowing the reader time to enjoy it. and i did. enjoyed it very much. thank you and well done you! 27/7/08. that confused me. i was like, there arent 27 months....
Excellent write! Love: 'if not carved from temptations shaking hands.' And the rest of course...... R.
Your imagery is great; thought provoking with each phrase warm and sensual flows nicely wiith your passionate pen! A definite TEN! .
A thought provoking poem........loved it...Loved the butterflies, beautifully put.........10
Pinned upon these pages lay butterflies of once glorious dreams left to die. good one Viola.... I really like this one. great lines. good job. Becca
How can one breathe when poetry leaves him breathless? Excellent write. Please let me know what you think about my poem 'I Choose the Mountain' Thanks
what mystery you brings your poem..... ask myself... the why... of this life.... seems that i have to swim in your poem.... for the answer lies in every lyrics you stay.... a very good poem.... at this moment.... Thank you... God bless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this completely. It stirred me inside. Makes me wish it would come find me too! !