To awaken to your voice is as to me
hearing beautiful song of the birds of dawn.
To see the beam in your eyes a'spark,
when we meet or part,
is aliken to being blessed by the day's setting sun's rays.
To caress the softness of thy cheek
is to feel a tangible heaven,
of which no angel could speak.
To taste your lush caring lips pressed to mine
is to dine upon the truly divine.
And to smell the aroma of mingled juices
after such intense union
is to catch a whiff of ambrosia brewing.
But to sense your happiness
... and deeper satisfaction -
there is no greater gift
.... or higher elevation
A contest entry
- *~!~*Love, Sad, Depression, Many Options*~!~*ENTER NOW by Shannon62875.
405 points, ended November 18, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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beauty, beauty, beauty of a poem...this might be it!
take a look again at this one...
ears/Seattle
melts the heart and soul!
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this is good bro
I think you've definantly captured a very nice pace. The imagery is spot on and there is a great tenderness.
Double check the second line though. I think you meant to add "the" between hearing and beautiful...since you asked for a critique. Best of luck in the contest.
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WOW
This is a very good write... You did a great job expressing how you feel... It was kinda short, but really good... Keep up the great work and good luck in my contest!
Shannon*Leah -
thumbs up
so tangible;em can taste and feel your words
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