Just love and be with me Don't conspire or plot Just love and be with me <> Don't let another moonrise glisten upon earth without you entangled with my arms <> Just love and be with me Don't conspire or plot Just love and be with me
Tag: poems
Woods Revisited
In the night my tears did flow In the night I called for help Twisted words answered me back And cut my heart to rubies In the sparkling morn They showed me the way To a yellow wood A fork in the road A decision to be made In the night my tears did flow …
A Poet’s Heart
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
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.
Do I want?
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.
Rain
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 …
A Poem A Day… National Poetry Month
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 …
An Ending Curse
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
Desire opens doors that logic locks And feeds on needs unmet Risking the sacred for moments of sweet sweaty satisfaction
Being
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 