Speak in Poetry

[JakeTulane]

Love, one of a kind, something for you and I to share between us
Made of heaven sent by Venus; Love, moving through me, seeking
a place with in my heart I'm sure of everyone is in and out of....

Love, older than sky, like every cloud that has a silver lining, Love is new and
ever shining, Love falls just like rain, Love is the only thing I know that lasts
through time and even after...that is LOVE.

Love, laughing and high, feeding the magic that I find within me, quicker than the
eye yet simply love warmer than rain, quiet as night but it's stormy in its passion
ancient never out of fashion.

Love, always commands, it never obeys the heart that's bleeding badly, aching
tears of breaking sadly, Love, one of a kind, love is the only thing I know
that lasts through time and even after than forever.

Love, reach out for love, not to be treated for a moment's pleasure, real love is the
lasting treasure , Love, for certain, sure, Love is the only thing I know that lasts
through time and even after than forever.

[JakeTulane]

The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.

The grain grew high in its harvest of you,
in good time the flour swelled;
as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,
my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.

Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,
bread I devour, born with the morning light,
my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:

fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;
you learned your holiness from flour,
from bread your language and aroma.

-Pablo Neruda

[Kätzchen]

Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?

~ Nichita Stãnescu

[JakeTulane]

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smoothness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

- e.e. cummings

[Kätzchen]

The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I;
Not a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high.
But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river;
And the lamp of my soul is alight with love for life, and the world, and the Giver.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(1850-1919: American poet and writer)

[wolfbittenpoet]

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

[PinkieLee]

I'll sing to you of silver swans,
of kingdoms and carillons.
I'll sing of bodies intertwined
underneath an innocent sky.