Tag: Poet

Hidden Heart

Twist 
turn 
curve around
make sure to follow
left
right
not north
not south
or never shall I be found.
Heart of the maze
surrounded by thorns
kept in a casket.
Hidden deep beneath
safeguarded
dragon’s hoard
escape from
hide from
pain
that cripples
blackens my sight.
Tip toe
brutal cold
mist arises
coating stairs with ice
another maze
hidden dangers.
You shall never know my plight.
Deep within this fort
made of bone
made of blood
made of stone
a sarcophagus
etched with acid
tears
grief…..
my heart is hidden 
safe from promises
safe from love
safe from a world 
harboring no illusions
never again
will I love.
April 22/19
Photo found on Pinterest by The Eclectic Contrarian
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Hero of my Heart

All I want…..
your hands on my body
your lips
trailing kisses neck to knees.
I want to feel….. 
desire
to squirm with delight
your body against mine.
I imagine…..
things that only you can do.
I imagine….. 
kisses that only you can give.
I imagine….. 
hunger filled nights
sated mornings
I imagine…..
dreams
floating on clouds
and soft beds.
I imagine…..
a love like the ones read.
I imagine…..
a life
as found in fantasy
and wonder
was I once a fairy princess?
Where is my Hunter?
Sent to capture and instead…..
makes love.
Where is my King?
Who sees the truth and still…..
craves me.
Where is my Jester?
Touched by the ugliness
the horror
of heart and soul
of demons I cannot shed
he comes to me.
Protector.
Guardian.
Champion.
White knight 
on a fine white steed.
Hero of my heart.
©April 21/19
Picture via Pinterest

I Give Up

Time has come
excise my demon
excise the dreams
excise the fingerprint you have left
etched into my soul.
I give up.
There is no more…..
no more trying
no more helping
no more reaching
I give up.
Dreams become illusions
illusions become dreams
none
nothing
is going to come true.
When you are the one
pull me close
push me away
what should I fucking do?
I give up.
Ripped apart
reaching
desiring
oh my god.
I guess there is nothing
nothing I can say

that won’t be

turned against me.

Screw you…..

Fuck you…….
I Give Up.
©April 20/19
Picture via Pinterest found by The Eclectic Contrarian.

Now & Forever

Feeling the brush of your lips
against the side of my neck
your hand holding my hair
caught tight in your fist
I tremble.
Desire flooding my body
betrayal
worst kind
still I want you
your hands
lips
body pressed to mine.
Teeth nipping sensitive skin
fingers digging
moans
struggling to keep them from you
not wanting to give in
fighting to control
knowing that I cannot.
I am powerless.
Flash that smile
chocolate eyes melting
I will fall to my knees
head bent in submission
defenseless
your voice curls
guttural
thick with passion
unable to stand
you have me at your mercy.
I am writhing.
I am yours.
Now 
&
Forever more.
©April 20/19
Picture via Pinterest and found by The Eclectic Contrarian.

Untitled Word of the Day Poem #29

Howls
frenzied
fierce
baying
fleeing from the hunter
fleet of foot
mazes my protection.
Dancing between love
hate
fear
joy
racing for the front door.
Hoping……
I shall barricade myself
shield myself
harbor
budding love
flecked with burgeoning fear
things cannot remain
as they are.
I cannot keep from you
pain
horror
rejection
drowning with despair
disheartened
as you reach for me
ready to ply your trade.
Beneath the crescent moon
shadows cavort
devil’s prey
casket caught……
Freedom 
found my way…..
Pain 
your only way out.
©April 19/19
Image by diema from Pixabay

Melodious Love

I pick out a gentle melody
fingers dancing
over ivory keys.
Lost….. 
times
past
present
never the future
for than
you are not with me.
My love
sing a song
hearts murmur
desire rising
all I can think of…..
is ye.
Haunting
tears
affair of the mind
body
soul
I can still feel the warmth of your hand
small of my back
warm breath on my neck.
Dust motes
dancing through beams of sun
of our days
nights together
passion burning
through the fire.
I yearn
once more
to feel you
to taste you
to blend my body to yours.
Plaintive melody
strands of silk
bind
tether
tie us together…..
shall we continue to make
the same mistakes?
April 18/19
Picture via Pinterest found by The Eclectic Contrarian.

Blinded (Picture Prompt #10)

Moonlight
sunlight
dawn’s early rays
scented air.
Sea salt
lilacs
romance
roar of the waves
crashing to shore.
Time slows
seconds become minutes
minutes become hours
hours……days……years
when does it end?
Sand trickles through my fingers
each grain 
a specific memory of our lives.
Nostalgic
I yearn for days of summer 
strawberry kisses
wine glazed bodies
hot looks
desire sparking from the slightest touch.
Winter has fallen
dreary
grey
alone so I am.
taste of your lips
brush of your fingers
lust
love.
An affair to remember
to ruminate over
silent tears
forgotten pain…..
why oh why
am I so blind?
Copyright April 17/19
Picture via Pinterest again provided by The Eclectic Contrarian