The laughter, the smile
pearl on dark velvet
voice like a softest touch
beyond life
gentler than the bliss of
forgetfulness
eyes that caress
what I possess
inside
smoothness
along to run my finger tips
close
yearning closer
until we are but
one word
your touch
suddenly shivers
through my torso
my heart to explode to my veins
with blazing ecstasy
burnt on scars by love
may I be forgotten in your arms
paradise
place I cannot ever imagine to possess
but cautiously treasure
at your arrival
I lose the words
composed for you alone
you are
and reality reels off right
of its wheels
as you leave
I vanish into
a negligent bliss
Well of Words
Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.
A Poem
Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
The Poet In Me
Nice to see you here!
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
torstai 25. helmikuuta 2016
torstai 18. helmikuuta 2016
Into Blue
Soap bubbles rams my heart
in the abyss of blues
of your eyes
when I view,
pristine lakes of Colorodo's I've adored
in pictures, brought by eyes
of yours
alive in my
mundane life
as I sink in to your eyes
radiant fragile, child like dreams
still harboring
my heart drums with fury
albeit gently
as in the lasciviousness
as being one
exchanging glimpses
of souls eye to eye
ponderous in airy flight
of hummingbird's flaps that
come across gravity with
easygoing hi!
soars and grows smaller
against the infinity of skies
blue
in the abyss of blues
of your eyes
when I view,
pristine lakes of Colorodo's I've adored
in pictures, brought by eyes
of yours
alive in my
mundane life
as I sink in to your eyes
radiant fragile, child like dreams
still harboring
my heart drums with fury
albeit gently
as in the lasciviousness
as being one
exchanging glimpses
of souls eye to eye
ponderous in airy flight
of hummingbird's flaps that
come across gravity with
easygoing hi!
soars and grows smaller
against the infinity of skies
blue
perjantai 12. helmikuuta 2016
Sell Or Trade: A Head
Including brain, strained in use, but sharp when working properly, numerous different kind of data storage devices running back till 1978. You name it, we've got it. Regarding memory lamentably somewhat true-Bond of a version so forget the stirred - these are shaken. There has happened a few accidental flips, flops and flaps. Life. Overran and in too heavy use; there were multiple overlapping processes continually in too little a capacity (few hundreds of times). Melted, stuck, dislocated....what do I know of technology - just had to give it a go...didn't...go. I only wanted to think, my own Zahir, thought of thinking. I give up. I hope a happy new home, if some nerd can still make this useful somehow. Plates are fine. The hair has started to grow on wrong places. In trade I'll take ordinary thoughtless head, simple will do, might even be for the better. Price is negotiable, a lot to bargain that is.
tiistai 2. helmikuuta 2016
Moon
Surpassing in beauty
water-drops glittering
in sunshine's rays on angel's face
innocence competed only by a littlest of a child
gentle as a morning mist
soft and charming
noble night of mine
caress me, then take
into you
absorb, forget
oh, Moon listen my heart's telling
whisper only as an answer to be
glowing beauty surrounded by night's
hollow dark
stiffening the one watching
tears not beautiful anymore
but true
go! hide were you go
away from morning sun's burning flames
never to disappear all to gather
leave a nugget of your magic inside
me, into to my touch, into my kisses
into what I am
my sweet one whom I'll never understand in completion
I will and let me
vaporize in the haze of
your misty morning maze
water-drops glittering
in sunshine's rays on angel's face
innocence competed only by a littlest of a child
gentle as a morning mist
soft and charming
noble night of mine
caress me, then take
into you
absorb, forget
oh, Moon listen my heart's telling
whisper only as an answer to be
glowing beauty surrounded by night's
hollow dark
stiffening the one watching
tears not beautiful anymore
but true
go! hide were you go
away from morning sun's burning flames
never to disappear all to gather
leave a nugget of your magic inside
me, into to my touch, into my kisses
into what I am
my sweet one whom I'll never understand in completion
I will and let me
vaporize in the haze of
your misty morning maze
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