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[cinderella]

Yay!!! I love poems that rhyme!!! Loved it!

Originally Posted by LaneyDoll

disenchantment: (English) Singular Noun (plural noun-uncountable) 1.the act of disenchanting or the state of being disenchanted. 2. freeing from false belief or illusions


~*~Disenchantment~*~

You say I don’t exist
Yet I lie here in your arms
So how did I end up here
Once I fell for your charms?


All the times I wanted you
So close and yet so far
I could almost reach and touch you-
Like grasping for a star.


I listen to your heartbeat
And feel the breath you take,
I touch the warmth of your skin
As I lie here and I break.


But when you talk I hear you
And tears fall down my face,
When you say I that I’m not real
That I don’t have a place.


You gently kiss my lips
And run your fingers through my hair
So why did I feel these things
When I’m not even there?


To you, I don’t exist
And yet you held me tight,
As the moon left for the sun
And morning replaced the night.


~Laney
(c)

[cinderella]

You walked away so long ago
I cried so at the start
I've tried so hard to love again
But how, without my heart.

Among the things you took with you
When you walked out the door,
My soul, my heart
My faith in love,
Now lost forevermore.

[cinderella]

This is what I wrote with the 9 words that were provided in the challenge. I wrote this a few years ago...


The 9-Word Poetry Challenge:
Dilettante * Flotsam * Sheer * Lighter * Lazy * Woeful* Ivory * Filigree * Leaves

The Elephants Graveyard
Ivory bones bleached lighter by the sun,
Shining through the filigree of leaves.
Trumpeting widow’s woeful cries are done
Her sorrow-laden heart no longer grieves.

Very much like flotsam they are now
Sheer, skeletal debris all that remains.
Where now that massive head and noble brow,
That curling trunk that drank of the sweet rains?

The wild holds no refuge from the callous hunter
Greed impels him here to where the beasts abide.
Triumphant they carry their kill as they saunter,
Never knowing nor caring how many have died.

Dilettantes discussing the length, shape and sizes,
And the glorious trophy as they made their stave.
Ornaments are fashioned from the ivory prizes
Carved from all the tusks picked up from that grave.

Lazy matrons vying to obtain possession
Of the bounty brought to the homeland shores.
Anxious eyes covet with greedy obsession
To add yet more booty to their treasure stores.

[luv2luvgirls]

Originally Posted by cinderella

You walked away so long ago
I cried so at the start
I've tried so hard to love again
But how, without my heart.

Among the things you took with you
When you walked out the door,
My soul, my heart
My faith in love,
Now lost forevermore.

such emotion in this..I really like this

[cinderella]

Thank you so much.

Originally Posted by luv2luvgirls

such emotion in this..I really like this

[luv2luvgirls]

words fall like rain washing over me cleansing my soul
wishing for the time when I can feel whole
whispers in my ear tease my imagination
waking me from this sleep and procrastination
where will it lead on this winding path
hoping that this feeling lasts
broken words shattered past
can you see behind my glass
look deep to find who I am
my walls are like a dam
one look from you and it broke
spilling forth till im soaked
Ri~

[Bootsandheels]

I wrote this not long ago-it's one of my fav's...hope you enjoy it!


Mending, Treasure, Morning, Alone, Fact, Soul, Love, Future, Hoping...

Morning comes,
And I’m finally alone
To ponder the fact
That my heart is still mending
From the tearing
And the rending
Yes
Still mending…

So…
Isn’t there some stitch-witchery
That will completely set me free?
To love again
To trust again
And yet
Again…

My heart is still mending
From the tearing
And the rending
Yes
Still mending…

So…(Sew it together now…)
My body you may pleasure
Now and then at your leisure,
But the fabric of my heart
To me is the real treasure…
And the resilience of my soul
Only I alone know…

So…(Sew it together now…)
I’m hoping for future love
That fits Mmmm…like a kid glove,
Hoping and coping with my
Heart that’s still mending
From the tearing
And the rending
Yes…
Still mending…

Morning Comes…
And I capture the sunrise
Shining in my eyes
And I realise
With quiet surprise…
That my heart is done mending
From the tearing
And the rending
Yes
Done mending...
Yes
Done mending...


Boots

lkf 4/29/11

[Bootsandheels]

Tremble
Lips
Dinner
Menu
Watch
Calculate
Time
Rush
Table


"Just Desserts"

The fancy red napkin discreetly covers my lap
as I pick at my delicious dinner...
Watching you
watch me...
My lips begin to tremble
as I see you calculate the time,
and the distance...
as your hands caress my thigh-highs under the table,
taunting,
teasing...
telling me to "Relax...
there's no rush...
Daddy always delivers the dessert menu,
right on time..."

Boots

lkf 5/2011

[Bootsandheels]

I’m supposed to be put together…been told I know how to do that well...
Yet I have so many loose ends going this way and that…

The man-child …a hot blue brilliant flame of strong satin ribbon…trying desperately to blame…

The ex…a worn black leather cord…it’s tightly knotted razor edges once loved and adored…

The lover…a sky blue silk string…deliciously wrapped so delicately in between…

The dog…a metallic soldered silver thread slipping carefully by cheating death...

The job…a wiry rough jute rope…frayed and full of false promises and hopes…

The friends…a multiple strand of vibrant yarns wrapped round me keeping safe from harm…

The family…a soft and strong cotton blend allowing me room to grow and bend…

The Femme…a fierce fiery red silk strand carefully and intricately sewn by hand…
　
　
All these loose ends somehow find their place...

in their own interwoven interface…

It’s a mystery that even I sometimes cannot see…

But when I really look…

a beautiful femme tapestry…
　

Boots

10/31/10 lkf
　

I'm just getting started here on BFP...if interested to read more, go to BF and click on my blogs...Bootsandheels...

[Bootsandheels]

Haste
Public
Journey
Lips
Sweet
Intrigue
Illuminate
Shame
Bound


BOUND

It was a six year journey you took me on...
(in the beginning the strongest of bonds...)

So unaware of the intrigue you held for me there...
(in the beginning you were so full of light...
in that public room your halo so bright...
in the beginning you could illuminate my darkest night...
in the beginning I could finally see...
the sweet hot butch of you igniting an explosion of femme in me...)

Then slowly you bound me with your nameless shame,
a crushed and broken halo your wicked game,
and pressing your finger across my lips
with a drunken smile you whispered and hissed...
Shhh
Shhh
Shhh...


Boots
8/2011 lkf

[Bootsandheels]

~Bumping thread...calling all poets!~

[Elijah]

I, remain

“I’m just a simple prairie girl” she would retort, as I reveled in her depth and complexity.
I understood her and misunderstood her, simultaneously.
Long, languishing evenings spent intricately weaving our souls together.
Pleading with each other inaudibly to “handle with care” the gifts we sometimes reluctantly, sometimes voraciously bestowed on each other.
She sang for Me, I listened.
Captivated.
I realized after her unannounced departure she had been saying goodbye, since hello.
Beguiled, I waited for her return, passing the time building a fortress and a carefully placed moat around My remains.
It remains…
I, remain…

~Elijah

[SoNotHer]

I watch the scene no one else sees.
It’s me before a momentary pond held
at the edge of an aging parking lot. It’s midnight,
and like a quiver full of arrows, the rain falls
in a magnificent arching descent,
exploding in a flash of silver and white
as they hit the pond's quick skin.

The surface is taut then lax, wrinkled then smooth.
Impression. Realism. Impressionism.
Realism. Within the black water,
they will wait for a cloud lift.
Ascension. Falling. Ascension.
Falling. And none of this will ever
seem like anything but home.

[Nadeest]

Our Beliefs

We all have
Our beliefs
And are positive
They’re right
What if
Come Judgement Day
Things start
Getting kinda tight
Will you be able
To tell the Boss:
“Although I was wrong
In my beliefs;
I caused no one
Any loss.”

8/09/2005 by Terry King

NOTE: This is the name that I write under.
NOTE: This poem may be posted anywhere on the web, providing that it is unchanged and that it is attributed to me.

[Morgan]

Fear is something to be conquered.........
Morgan

Think what you want, I don’t care, you surrounded me and lied to me.
You said they would hurt me, so I feared them.
You said they would laugh at me, so I hid…..
... I believed every word you said, I trusted you, now I know it wasn’t true and I am left with nothing more than a shell of who I am.
All my life I have been afraid to live.
I have continuously walked in others’ shoes.
I played it safe, fearing the worst, afraid to participate in my own life.
Morphing into people I met along the way, a piece here, a piece there, until one day I became them, all of them.
Like some warped and grotesque figure, staring back in the mirror. Who is this person, who are they all looking back at me?
How did she know, she says “oh you cannot hide”, now it is time to face my demons, oh how I want to run……
My muscles have grown tired and I have grown weaker, with each passing day I have grown weaker, today is my fight, today is my day,
My mind is mine, my body is mine, and now I know MY LIFE IS MINE.
I am no longer a child……..I have no excuses, MY LIFE IS MINE.

[Sassy]

Below is a poem I wrote in 2006 when my holiday was not so bright an occasion. I'm in a better place these days. But I know I've seen some folks saying lately they weren't really feeling the holidays this year. So I'm sharing. Mostly because, for some reason, whenever I've felt like crap in the past, it's helped a little to know that other folks have been there and pulled through it.

So, here's Big Hugs to all the folks out there whose holiday isn't what they wish it to be. I hope it gets better and that your New Year finds you and yours healthy and happy.

-S

---------------------

FALSE CHEER

Shiny and tinkling
In all it's fraudulent joy,
The season sweeps humanity along
In a tide of unwanted revelry

Discordant chimes echo
Down crowded halls
Gaping maws drinking deep,
gorging on saccharine trifles

Alone in the throng
Wrapped in silence
Rarely seen, less often touched
Wonder stands dieing in arms reach

-S, 2006

[Sassy]

"I.Am.Stardust"

I am chocolate and sorrow
Whiskey and stardust
sex and nightmares
all rolled into one
sweet
compact
sensual package
complete
and incomplete
without chains to bind me
a cage to hold me
love to fill me
I bend but don't break
I yield but never surrender

-Me

c) 2009

[T4Texas]

Never love a stranger
they'll take your heart away
they'll set it loose on the northern wind
and there will be no way
that you can get it back.

Never love a stranger
they'll leave you feeling sad
and wishing that what you wanted
was more than what you had
but you will have nothing.

Never love a stranger
they'll be quiet when they leave
with the lights still out and the curtains drawn
they will try to make you believe
that they'll be back....

2/25/12

[WomenMoveMe]

Not much of a poet, not certain I get it really. However, I suppose most all of us give it a whirl at some point in our lives. This was my one and only attempt:

A Beauty Unsurpassed


With a beauty unsurpassed by any,
that’s how our love should have grown,
but I took advantage with my selfish ways,
oh if only I could have known.

That I would so soon, yearn to touch your hair,
and feel the blessedness of your smile,
to once again enrapture your laughing heart,
and this time keep it laughing all the while.

For childish reason I disowned your love,
for a pain of which you knew naught,
oh if only I could have known back then,
the sheer joy your love could have brought.

So bestow me your sincerest forgiveness,
although your word values more than my worth,
and our lives shall grow together as one,
as our love regains strength in rebirth.

[cinderella]

This is exquisitely beautiful! Don't be a 1-hit-wonder, write some more. You've got talent! Thanks for sharing this - lovely!

Originally Posted by WomenMoveMe

Not much of a poet, not certain I get it really. However, I suppose most all of us give it a whirl at some point in our lives. This was my one and only attempt:

A Beauty Unsurpassed


With a beauty unsurpassed by any,
that’s how our love should have grown,
but I took advantage with my selfish ways,
oh if only I could have known.

That I would so soon, yearn to touch your hair,
and feel the blessedness of your smile,
to once again enrapture your laughing heart,
and this time keep it laughing all the while.

For childish reason I disowned your love,
for a pain of which you knew naught,
oh if only I could have known back then,
the sheer joy your love could have brought.

So bestow me your sincerest forgiveness,
although your word values more than my worth,
and our lives shall grow together as one,
as our love regains strength in rebirth.