ann r kay Posted March 31, 2005 Report Share Posted March 31, 2005 Awakening Sunlight invades through cracks; Window blinds. Crusty dreams wiped from my eyes. Bedsheets cling to me like second thoughts. Twisting my way free, The shower sounds trickle through my brain. Like rain, I inanely rhyme. No joining will there be. Outside those walls, I sit upon the ground, Breathe in the newness of a morning, Waiting on myself. Desire Desire Arise within me No longer shadowed in my sleep. Whisper to me your wants Your needs Do not be ashamed Of the precious things deserved. They are yours To have, to see, to touch Like a rose for me alone The moon is mine, my eyes see it. Not a lover's kiss, my lips receive it, These are my own thighs that quiver. Who am I? A lonely traveler. This is my tear Do not wipe it away! This is my pain. If you will not share it I will not share yours. This is my smile, my laughter. It shines upon you, but is mine A burning, fiery sun. Desire, Inside, flaming within me. Love It belongs to me. To fear finding it is folly. It is mine. I claim it, I choose it Because it is already mine. Burning, burning within my heart The moment I set it free. My desire. It is jealous. Of course it is! I do not desire nothing. I desire the brightest star, The most expensive jewel, That priceless work of art Selfishly, selfishly... It is mine. I will guard it, protect it, cherish it. Only an indifferent hand would break it. My love...a gentle, careful hand. My jealousy...a compliment. Desire Flows through my veins Pumps my heart Inflates my lungs with life. This is my pleasure. Sparkling tears of it in my eyes. As my eyes behold it...joy. No fear. As I take it inside of me...an endless orgasm. No shame. As I feel it coursing through my soul...ecstacy. I am humbled, shaken, by its presence. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richard Roark Posted April 1, 2005 Report Share Posted April 1, 2005 (edited) Awakening: This was a good short Poem that speaks on two levels, the first level is the one seen in the poem the actual waking up from the night's rest. The other level is the wakening of one's spirit, or so I think. Desire: I will have to respond to this one later I am still Now that I have recovered, I must say that it is an invigorating Poem to say the least and I enjoyed it immensly. The topic of desire is well captured with all the emotions and thoughts's that go with this concept and it is very well done. BTW did you take a look at my poems Edited April 1, 2005 by Richard Roark Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ann r kay Posted April 1, 2005 Author Report Share Posted April 1, 2005 (edited) Thank you for reading and complimenting my poems. My poetry is very personal to me, and I am always a little bit afraid to share it. I have glanced over your poetry, and from what I have seen so far, I am very impressed. When I get the time, I will read it over thoroughly and give you my very honest, humble opinion. Edited April 1, 2005 by ann r kay Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richard Roark Posted April 2, 2005 Report Share Posted April 2, 2005 Don't all writer's have a fear to show their work and let it be opinioned by the public I will await your review of my poetry and with the hopes you'll like it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ann r kay Posted April 4, 2005 Author Report Share Posted April 4, 2005 Added another poem to my other two. Actually, more like poetic prose. The Heart of Nothing A future, when? Nothing for us but our doom. It marches towards us, bloody soldiers clad in altruistic colors of red, white, black, and yellow; the blank faces of all mankind become lost in an endless sea that has no shore to lap its tears upon. They call you brother, and reach for your hand, but how can they hold you when you can't be found? You are so much a part of them that your hand is already theirs, shackled to their faith in nothing. There is only one, and it drifts within its endless sea, helpless in its search for freedom. The oceans of humanity suffocate, and we drown in our own blood, like shiftless soldiers; eyes so blinded with lust and power that they can no longer blink with reason and compassion. And so the sea drowns in itself, waiting in humble silence for that island to appear. She will pull the gentle waves to her breast. Her soft breezes will sing to it, giving hints, mere suggestions of answers. What manner of creature will crawl from the tide and hear her words? And will it learn? Lie quiet, be still, listen... you will know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richard Roark Posted April 4, 2005 Report Share Posted April 4, 2005 (edited) This is very good and mysterious in many ways as well. I have no qualms about free verse poetry as some others might have, so this deosn't bother me in the least. I think I know what you are getting at in this poem as well, because I have written a much longer poem in a similiar fashion. Though with my own unique style, so I never let the reader wonder what I am talking about. As a matter of fact this is the next poem I will put up. Edited April 4, 2005 by Richard Roark Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ann r kay Posted April 4, 2005 Author Report Share Posted April 4, 2005 I think I know what you are getting at in this poem as well, because I have written a much longer poem in a similiar fashion. It's simple, really. The ocean or sea represents two things: collectivism and irrational thought. The island represents reason, the one thing left that the individual can cling to. I think when you get that, the rest of the poem falls into place. I write for myself, anyway. Some will not get it, and that does not negate the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. BTW, I have been reading some of your other poems, and I will refrain from comment until I can really study them. There are so many! As long as you love them, and find value in them, that is all that matters. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richard Roark Posted April 4, 2005 Report Share Posted April 4, 2005 (edited) The ocean or sea represents two things: collectivism and irrational thought. The island represents reason, the one thing left that the individual can cling to. I think when you get that, the rest of the poem falls into place. I write for myself, anyway. Some will not get it, and that does not negate the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. This is what I thought the message in the poem was, like I said it is very similiear to the poem I have just put up. I, too, write for myself. The issues and topics that I convey in my poems are issues of both personal and cultural interest to me. Oh and about my own poems, take your time with them and no rush. I know that I have many up right now. Unfortunately, I lost a couple of poems a few years back due to a hard drive failure and some stupidity of my own doing. Edited for all sorts of reasons Edited April 4, 2005 by Richard Roark Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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