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Emerging, in full view
Shy blooms confidence
When she’s here with you~
Tag Archives: Poetry
Relax, Sunshine
Finished Sunday
With a cool sea breeze
Monday morning offers
A refocused reality
You can relax, Sunshine
I don’t want
What isn’t meant for me
A Way About Her
She has a way about her,
That’s what they’ve always said.
Blushes from the inside out,
Does it to herself, often, she dreads.
Others noticing, believing she naive,
What they’ve failed to catch,
All along, is her authenticity.
Along with the hints, and whisperings,
Just now being perceived.
Tips full of sunshine,
With a body full of hopes and dreams.
Indescribable
as dusk departs and night arrives,
i’m caught up in a mythological moment,
aphrodite falls for apollo, right before my eyes.
indescribable, I know I’d only blow it,
so I sit back with a defeated laugh.
left wondering, where might I find myself a poet,
who could write of a sunset like that?
Beautiful, She is
Majestic rays span this view
Highlighting life’s perfection
Suddenly
Born is the word stunning
A gleam enhances a misfit, too
Covering all doubt, unwavering
Insisting on beautiful
Knowing she is
The Power You Hold
Inspired by highs such as yours
Witnessing the determination
Only a fraction of what is adored
Time and effort, continuously shown
Surrounded by gray, however, I
See nothing, but strength
And the power you hold
Over where my dreams will go
Have Fun
Take your pick
Watch’em, as they pass
They’re all totally fly
Ones that sparkle
Ride’em fast
Those that linger
Take’em high
Like’em tall
So spin’em along
Better yet
Enjoy’em all
His All Along
Sip of honeysuckle
Let it linger
Upon your tongue
Nature’s nourishment
Feast on her
Mmm, as sweet as they come
Seductive in sunshine
Succumbs: no longer hinders
What’s been his all along
Identical
You, always
Always, laugh
Laugh with me
Me, when I need to feel
Feel what’s constant
Constant, is you
You take care of me
Me, who loves you
You, my sisters
Sisters who laugh identical
Twilight’s Missive
Twilight spans this Texas sky
Imagine love in cursive
Hopeful, while I persuade tonight
Accept this wistful missive
Darling, see yourself inside my eyes
Elegance
gently encouraged
slowly, she blooms
perfumed in elegance
and only for you
Ease
There’s a feeling that exists
History has proven love lives
Like a breath of fresh air
We acknowledge when it arrives
Our bodies begin to relax, usually
Become water, when it’s right
A penetration of care
Flowing over our skin
Perfect temperature
Healing as it descends
Further on
Past our eyes
Which see doubt
Beyond our hearts
That feel protective
Over our core
Already aching
For more, of the same
Truth told, we crave love
Not only our selves
But our minds
A saturation combined with ease
Allows our imagination to thrive
In communion, as well
A perfection, pointless to hide
Streams through us, honestly
Sustainable serenity, alive
All That Matters
Poetic words between lovers
Simple whisper in the ear
And beautiful scenery shared
Seriously, that’s all that matters
Nothing else compares
White
Immaculate upon green
Spectacular lack of color
A maiden’s accessories
White’s battle with honor
Framed and locked in purity
We really needn’t bother
Truth? No one will ever believe
Petal Hearts
Fantasy thrives when discovered
Walk among the land of petal hearts
To deny your imagination
Doesn’t sound like a place to start
Please tell me you see more than just leaves
Dream
As dusk departs,
And night arrives,
Ordinary turns,
Into incredible extremes.
Witnessing his dawn,
In her darkening sky,
Simply proves,
Life is a dream.
Brace Yourselves…She’s Feeling Chatty
One of my favorite guys, Mr. Mark Bialczak of What Will I Write About Next, used the sneak approach to get me to accept the Liebster Award he offered out a few weeks ago. How’d he do it? He asked the right questions.
I admit to being caught off guard by Mark’s nod in my direction, but I have no good explanation as to why. You see, we talk weekly via our blog posts and quite rightly enjoy each other’s company, so it shouldn’t have been such a shock. How did we meet? I can’t remember, but we bonded a year ago over nicknames. He likes using them and so do I.
Remember
rouged within her layers
allow your fingers
to wonder in
rose bud center
pink shades of velvet
just as soft as you remember
No One Innocent
With the intent to please them,
her heart focused,
and upon paper.
They sit and wait,
none of them watching,
ill equipped to follow,
even today.
She refuses to point the blame,
content in her own self reflection,
no one innocent.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 