Drowning in eyes, twinkling knowing; beautiful,
Exhaling as a thought forgotten; breath held, gasped,
Edge of sanity, leaped, fallen; falling fast, hard,
Poised, moments stolen; treasured seconds grasped,
Each touch of skin electric; never felt before nor since,
Reality brushed aside, away; heart’s dream swelling,
… Love holds still.
Poem 5 – The Overlooked…
Optional; never crucial to anyone’s part but mine
Veiled somehow from sighted eyes; a shadow, a flower of the wall,
Easily annulled without warning; worthy naught but a shrug,
Reality hits hard; sits heavy hearted in fading veins,
Last thought, last agenda; never considered first in line,
Ordinary; not special or wanted, am I seen?
Only effort is my own for them; un-returned, thoughtless,
Knocked down flat; left behind with wounds,
Ever thinking will I learn; repetitions folly my own,
Don’t overlook me, please…
… it hurts unaccountably.
Poem 4 – Age Creeps…
Agitation at a fading dawn, dreams seemingly delayed; forever,
Gone is time in wisdom’s wake; life’s creases dominant, displayed,
Eventually youth surrenders, generations replace; full, another moon,
… Experiences now memories.
Poem 3 – To have hope…
Hanging, grasping at that budding vestige of a dream coveted true,
Open mind and heart, warmth budding, expectation escalating,
Pessimism drowned in an overflow, promise rising cloaking doubt,
Evanescent, a mere moment yet felt, sensed, emoted,
… springing forth astoundingly.
Poem 2: An Almost Kiss…
Pounding hearts and none too gentle breaths are gasped,
Amid the heightened meld of sensation and of soaring heat,
Sweetest peak; tantalising, tentative, trembled tips of fingers touch,
Searing, piercing eyes catch and hold, don’t break, can’t break,
Intertwined in all but the physicality of a kiss, a whisper,
Outward a shimmer, a spark crackles forth; inner fires rush and rise,
Now is that moment, momentous, earth-shattering, lust’s consequence,
…mouth encounters mouth.
Poem 1: Time Will Tell…
Take a pause, a breath, a thought and remember who, what, where and from when,
Imagine the before, disregard the now and cower at the future as it hurtles,
Make a plan, consciously, set a goal, make your target but take heed,
Elusive is the pattern of a projective, suggestive, passing from day to night
… hold on tight.
Poetry…
This blog is an outlet for my poetry challenge… thirty poems written between 1st July 2012 and 30th June 2013.
All poems will be in the same format with a specific worded theme and a tagline.
Let’s see how I get on… 🙂 xx