I come to you in the evenings
of my heart and soul
when I feel oh so
lonely and yearn for your
delicate, fulfilling touch
I catch tantalizing glimpses of your form
as you playfully run from me, eliciting grace
i am excited by the chase--
finding the right word or beat
to do you justice
is not all that easy a feat
I ache for you when you depart
my muse, my confidant
i feel so empty without your
resplendent presence
And, oh how this poem
cannot come close to your wonder
an aesthetically pleasing rhyme
to the ear and eye, alike,
can throw one asunder
leaving them to strive for the surface
for the depths are far too glorious
for one to grasp
and make last
My muse, my confidant...
Where have you gone?
Mistress of words...
poetry...art
I desire to be thrown asunder
or upon the bed of life beside you
to write of our toils together
between the sheets of inspiration
I lust after your blissful touch
stroking my mind, laying it to ease
as i release a build up of abstract
emotion via poetic masterpiece...
A contest entry
- If You Love....Being A Poet by poet2angels.
650 points, ended July 22, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments?
Comments
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This is lovely!
Such a romantic piece
Great take on the quote
Lynda
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Oh wow! I love this poem! The metaphors are absolutely amazing and have so much detail! It flows so freely and beautifully, what a wonderful write! Keep it up! xx
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wow
This desreves a gold trophy for sure! The metaphore alone is enough to have my vote! Nice flow, good choice of words ......keep up the good work!!!
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