My poetic heart has come back to life, With your sweet touch and gentle kiss, An old light comes back with new love, Through perfection is not your grace, And no love is free of trouble, The joy of your coming, shall remain forever with me, Even if you should leave.
Quietly imaging Everything denied By time and distance Cuddling in the memories of moments long past. Warmth fills me And I feel where Love’s bittersweet arrow struck In dreams, you stand beside me Loneliness can not touch What love has so bound. Where you go my heart is condemned to follow.
If it had been a Knife I would have known If it had been a Fist I would have run away If it had been violent I would have screamed. But it was a Rose So I stayed and waited Then came Kind words So I listened and waited With all came deception But I …
Do I want to feel you against me? Yes, and so much more..... Do I want to taste you? Yes, and so, so much more. I want things I cannot name for fear of going over the edge which sailors once dreaded plunging into exotic realms places forbidden by customs called Morality.
Heartache pours out and doesn't ease or lessen the wound, Swearing to heaven for peace or just an end has no effect. And in the dark hours the heart craves just one sound, It's beloved to whom it is chained and bound, One moment to relieve the pain is desired, But never enough end to …
I lay down my sword All my weapons are yours I’m too tired to fight The battle never ends If you could see the way it is to me The way it wears and tears these mind games and power plays Eighteen years is too long to fight without victory in sight. Tired of fighting …
Every year since I began teaching, I have done something to celebrate National Poetry Month. This time around, I have a both a blog and a classroom. While I would love to say that I have taken up the challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days, I just don't feel like I can do …
May unhappiness breed is your evil heart May mirror always show your true face May you came to know the evil you’ve done All this I wish for you Your betrayal of love shall be forgiven Once the price has been met.
Desire opens doors that logic locks And feeds on needs unmet Risking the sacred for moments of sweet sweaty satisfaction
I am an imperfect being . Swift to anger ..Slow to forget Passionate about oddities .others disdain Unable to gasp fully . hate, ignorance and foolish pride. Yet guilty of them all Blessed and Cursed I live my life Walking between reality and dreams Content to be an imperfect being.
Lucinda Rose 