Lora Colon

Gold Star - 12,624 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Drunken Desire - Poem by Lora Colon

My days are spent writing poems for you
To the sensual airs of Chopin;
But your silence is all that you give to me,
Just silence, my dear ungrateful man

I carefully select each precious word,
But I doubt that you even care;
Were my eyes intended only for crying.....
And my hands just for clasping in prayer?

I'm not asking for all of your love,
Just give me whatever you can;
I'll walk through flames to your outstretched arms
If this is what you demand

Forever, I dream with my eyes wide open,
Living a life that's not real;
Imagining love that doesn't exist,
With unending tears to conceal

(Don't expect my words to make much sense,
Not today...... the wine is dictating.....
And it moves my pen across the page,
I don't fight it - my ideas were stagnating)

Last night, I imagined you came to me
As a spirit..... no, I don't know why!
The sun and the moon were shining at once,
Crystal stars were dotting the sky

You smiled, then you told me you adore me,
I flew away, but I don't know how;
Kissing your lips, I became drunk with love,
But that's all I remember now

I could only offer you love and a smile,
My treasures are but these precious few;
And when that's all gone...... oh, I know,
I'll save the last dance for you!

Comments about Drunken Desire by Lora Colon

  • Bri Edwards (12/29/2016 9:30:00 AM)

    any poem with Drunken [or Desire] in its title can't be ALL bad, can it? ? ok, now to read the poem...............

    Walking Through Flames

    If you walk through flames
    to even 1 outstretched arm,
    better wear an asbestos suit
    ...to keep yourself from harm.

    Drunk on wine AND with love? !
    Take my advice. Dump him, i say! !
    He is NOT sent by 'Heaven above'!
    You'll end up going to meetings: AA.

    that little offering is JUST 4 Lora Colon, my friend.

    bri :)
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    (12/29/2016 5:01:00 PM)

    I was just having fun when I wrote this poem. I didn't intend for it to make much sense - I just wanted it to rhyme. But I like your response, Bri. Another amusing poem. And if I ever find a love like the one described in my poem, I will dump him. Never should I have to walk through fire for love - especially with all that alcohol in me, I'd disintegrate in a flash, ha. Happy New Year, Bri.

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  • (11/12/2013 2:19:00 AM)

    I could only offer you love and a smile,
    My treasures are but these precious few

    wonderful words of love, an amazing write!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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