A Poem a day, keeps the Blues away!

[italianGod]

At times, I look up to the sky
Often, accompanied by a sigh
Seasons, quietly pass me by
Nothing remains, wonder why !

 

[italianGod]

A rain clears the mind
A flower blooms on sunshine
God, I felt, is always kind
So as to grand me this life.....

 

[BluKitten]

Rapture
by Karin Schaefer

There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.

A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls
fused together for a moment.

And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse,
every thought, every fear.
And I love you more.

I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content . . .
joyous that you are with me,
loving me in my nakedness.

 

[italianGod]

Rapture
by Karin Schaefer

There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.

A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls
fused together for a moment.

And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse,
every thought, every fear.
And I love you more.

I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content . . .
joyous that you are with me,
loving me in my nakedness.

Another nice one from you Ms Blu....wow !!

 

[italianGod]

Time changes, just like these tides
Emotions crushed, but still resides
Suppressed those thoughts, took a ride
Only to notice, there's none beside.....

 

[BluKitten]

Going it Alone
Written by Petit_Minou

Thighs are spread wide
to allow these moments of
of solitary satisfaction
as I trace the contours
of my swollen lips,
wet and ready to be touched

Flesh quivers with expectancy
as I deliberately fall into
sensations overtaking
breaths become ragged
and my clit, hard but tender
begs to be sated

Fingers now adorned with
the sweetness of orgasm
the waves oscillate,
all-encompassing, when
I find release in this touch
birthed by fantasies of you

 

[italianGod]

Nothing remains, though everything exists
Speaking loud, when voice desists
Walking fast, while movement resists
Thinking too much, need an exit....

 

[italianGod]

As the silver strings reverberate
Breeze beneath, celebrates
Through my soul, it penetrates
And pure music iterates....

 

[Deprived_in_AZ]

Could it be?
Is it iG I see??
Well, goodness me.....
Good to see thee!

Welcome home, old friend ((Hugs)). I knew you couldn't live without us

 

[italianGod]

aww....hugs to you, my friend
You've always been a trend
And always been GOd-send
A peaceful stream amidst torrents

 

[italianGod]

In my life's book, I know
Some pages are already gone
Some are still intact, somehow
Some are to be filled as I go

 

[NeonSubtlety]

A piece by one of my favorite poets

The Attic


Poems by Marie Howe and Ellen Bass

What the Living Do
The Attic
Gate C22
God and the G-Spot


The Attic
by Marie Howe

Praise to my older brother, the seventeen-year-old boy, who lived
in the attic with me an exiled prince grown hard in his confinement,

bitter, bent to his evening task building the imaginary building
on the drawing board they'd given him in school. His tools gleam

under the desk lamp. He is as hard as the pencil he holds,
drawing the line straight along the ruler.

Tower prince, young king, praise to the boy
who has willed his blood to cool and his heart to slow. He's building

a structure with so many doors its finally quiet,
so that when our father climbs heavily up the attic stairs, he doesn't

at first hear him pass down the narrow hall. My brother is rebuilding
the foundation. He lifts the clear plastic of one page

to look more closely at the plumbing,
-he barely hears the springs of my bed when my father sits down--

he's imagining where the boiler might go, because
where it is now isn't working. Not until I've slammed the door behind

the man stumbling down the stairs again
does my brother look up from where he's working. I know it hurts him

to rise, to knock on my door and come in. And when he draws his skinny arm
around my shaking shoulders,

I don't know if he knows he's building a world where I can one day
love a man--he sits there without saying anything.

Praise him.
I know he can hardly bear to touch me.

-- Marie Howe

 

[NeonSubtlety]

"The crickets have arthritis"

https://plus.googleapis.com/_/im/_/...eam_id=cOGYDSo8Bag&view_type=FILTERED_POSTMOD

Shane koyszan

 

[italianGod]

A piece by one of my favorite poets

The Attic


Poems by Marie Howe and Ellen Bass

What the Living Do
The Attic
Gate C22
God and the G-Spot


The Attic
by Marie Howe

Praise to my older brother, the seventeen-year-old boy, who lived
in the attic with me an exiled prince grown hard in his confinement,

bitter, bent to his evening task building the imaginary building
on the drawing board they'd given him in school. His tools gleam

under the desk lamp. He is as hard as the pencil he holds,
drawing the line straight along the ruler.

Tower prince, young king, praise to the boy
who has willed his blood to cool and his heart to slow. He's building

a structure with so many doors its finally quiet,
so that when our father climbs heavily up the attic stairs, he doesn't

at first hear him pass down the narrow hall. My brother is rebuilding
the foundation. He lifts the clear plastic of one page

to look more closely at the plumbing,
-he barely hears the springs of my bed when my father sits down--

he's imagining where the boiler might go, because
where it is now isn't working. Not until I've slammed the door behind

the man stumbling down the stairs again
does my brother look up from where he's working. I know it hurts him

to rise, to knock on my door and come in. And when he draws his skinny arm
around my shaking shoulders,

I don't know if he knows he's building a world where I can one day
love a man--he sits there without saying anything.

Praise him.
I know he can hardly bear to touch me.

-- Marie Howe

This one is beautiful boss !!

 

[NeonSubtlety]

"The crickets have arthritis"

https://plus.googleapis.com/_/im/_/...eam_id=cOGYDSo8Bag&view_type=FILTERED_POSTMOD

Shane koyszan

I clearly don't know how to internet

 

[italianGod]

I clearly don't know how to internet

It's ok and here we go

http://shane-koyczan-poems.tumblr.com/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VrZE8MCnIA

The Crickets Have Arthritis - Shane Koyczan

 

[NeonSubtlety]

It's ok and here we go

http://shane-koyczan-poems.tumblr.com/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VrZE8MCnIA

The Crickets Have Arthritis - Shane Koyczan

Thank you

 

[italianGod]

Thank you

You are most welcome

 

[Deprived_in_AZ]

My poetry is widely feared
Like a steak that's overseared
Now isn't this just sort of weird
Luckily the end of this 4-liner has neared!

 

[italianGod]

My poetry is widely feared
Like a steak that's overseared
Now isn't this just sort of weird
Luckily the end of this 4-liner has neared!

aww....tht'z a good one !!

 

[italianGod]

Positive, in what we see
Ignoring the negativity
Graceful in what we speak
And truth, that's what we seek.

 

[Deprived_in_AZ]

Positive, in what we see
Ignoring the negativity
Graceful in what we speak
And truth, that's what we seek.

Gosh, aren't you clever
If I'm ever
At the end of my tether
I'll come and look at your parts down nether

 

[italianGod]

Gosh, aren't you clever
If I'm ever
At the end of my tether
I'll come and look at your parts down nether

aah...there you are.....now you seems to be a GOOD poet Ms D

 

[italianGod]

So many things I did try
So many times thoughts went dry
From where my help will come by
No longer I worry, nor I'm shy

 

[Deprived_in_AZ]

No more shy,
I wonder why....
Who's going to indulge
in your bulge??