waiting
Waiting wanting shallow breaths for lips to part,
night turns blind truths opened,
feeling burning intensity beckons to start,
rising passion heat of sweat spirit floating.
Yearning body melt sway slow,
plagued mind stop silence this clutter,
soul heart head twisted elegance do i know,
words just words love should i utter.
06-17-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Nature's Nest | 2 | 06/18/2009 |
| Paradox | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| innocence shed | 3 | 06/17/2009 |
| tired | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| fora friend.... | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| emotions soar | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| what she sees | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| caught by sadness | 0 | 06/16/2009 |
| the one from above | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love at dusk | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| trapped | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| purgatory | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| broken promises | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| who we are | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love waiting to begin | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| emotions | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| waiting | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| senses | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Angels | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Muted Society | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
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