Just listening to the sound of the sea Sat in the dunes, my doggy and me The waves rush in, perhaps bringing treasure Or jetsam and flotsam in equal measure Off in the distance a dog barks in play Wetting his paws in the warmth of the spray To my east is a wind-farm, to my west is a tower Before me the sea with it's mighty power The sun beams down, burning my skin But not quite as much as my soul does within It was here on this beach that we both took the vow And yet my old lover, look at us now The fates decided there would be thunder And lightning to tear our hearts asunder I believed you, I did, every word When you said "yeah, ok, I DO my bird" How foolish I was, how oh so trusting As my tin ring now sits on my finger, rusting But I'll survive, I'm not at death's door Not like I haven't been here before The aching and emptiness will soon pass And I'll find me a bird with a touch more class
Nicely done on the rhyming couplets Spangle. It's an area I often avoid doing as I find it restricts me, I hate boundaries like that when I write. I often do commission work and writing to a strict frame work often makes me hate the work once it's done.
Yeah can write a bit of a rhyme but pretty hopeless on pure poetry...I may consider a career in tacky greeting card ditties
I've found that I wrote it and leave it. I then come back a few days later and change it and leave it. It takes me 3-4 hits before I don't hate it.. Often sharing helps with like minded ppl. Though a few can get a little special and not like any critisism which can make improvement a little hard.
Alas my memory won't allow for that. I'm an off the cuff type of gal or the thought is gone Constructive criticism should always be taken in the spirit in which it's offered I feel.
Word wise I'm off the cuff. Poetry I have piles of half finished stuff that I often abandon or steal bits from when something works better. Indeed most people don't aim to be mean or rude. They just want to understand it better and make it work.
I tend to speak mine aloud, as if I was reciting it, that doesn't always come across in just the written word.
pop another pill rest in peace going on a journy now bitch dont play with me every time she drop it now i want to eat those cheeks every time she shake it now the earth quakes underneath Evertime in the club now i order double cups looking at your hoe now she got double cups drowning in water cuz im fire blunt after blunt now i want to get higher clowns fighting for the crown trying to shut me down im was lost but now im found spin it again bro
Shards of paper scattered about Broken discouraged failed heart Flying would be relief right now Take me there if only in a dream Sweet escape last a bit longer Let the thoughts go as they may Gray days last and last
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace, a common thing the hidden grace, and conquer wonder out of emptiness until mean things put on beauty like a dress, and all the world was an enchanted place.
Connection As they sit gently on the bed Both of them lost in their beautiful moment As he whispers sweet nothings into her ears Shyness overwhelms her Enterwinig the edge of her top with his fingers While caressing her lustrous hair Igniting her senses as his palm touches her cheek He raises her coy face towards him He gently places his ears to her heart Wrapping her in a warm embrace He lovingly runs his fingers on her lips Trying to catch the unspoken words She answers with a soft sigh As she begins to bare her soul to him The universe witnessed this union Her lips began to quiver Having experience a sweet moments Knowing that they are connected Connected for life. Love, Meg xxxxxxx
Very nice Meg. The one minor thing I'd change fingers on her lips, to fingers over her lips. It's more emotive of the sensation and shows movement.
Love Seeps into my consciousness Trickles over the blocks in my mind Slowly crawls to my chest Finds the dull rhythm Charges the paddles Stands clear And delivers the shock Stars appear Butterflies gather My soul awakens Take me there Sweet union