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A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.

Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.

A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.

Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed.

KitesSilent tyrant of the sky
Mind your obscure earthly string,
Though you accrue heaven's eye
Look oh rook, on what you cling.

Betwixt, unfixed the prairie cloud,
Above in love your brethren sing,
In gleam, they dream as diamonds proud
Which gown his crown; the golden king.

Chase the grace of cosmic joy,
Wild that child of crimson lust,
Rave, yet save his fury's toy;
Mirth in birth in truth is trust.

In time, to climb the sail does pine,
Despite its flight, or ambits crossed;
Uncrossed, now tossed, your cords entwine
And all the squall in bond is lost.

Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.

Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.

Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.

How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryone
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…

But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
Was NOT!

The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.

But,
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live

A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!

Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.

"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.

A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...

This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;

For You,I cant promise forever,
but for each day at a time,
you are in my thoughts,
and so perfectly entwined,
my heart,
may not mean much at all,
but it is without a doubt,
the best proof I have that,
you will be forever as of now,
my love.

A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Roses
are red
Violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind
Until the day I met you
You are so sweet
And so fine
I wish I had the guts to talk to you
Back in 2009
I've felt so lonely from the start
But that was before you stole my heart
If a kiss was a raindrop
I would give you a shower
If a hug was a second
I would give you an hour
I know we had little fights from the past
But we finally get over them at last
Everything I'm writing down is true
So here is another poem for you:
Plumbers are red
Hedgehogs are blue
Press the "Start" button
And be my player 2
This poem is getting really long
But it's easier to write than a cute,little love song
This poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of time
To write about the piece I've been missing all my life

If I Could Take Your TearsIf I could say 'I love you'
If your heart were free
If you could see beyond blue
Then maybe you'd see me
But life and love are tangled
Hearts weave complex webs
Broken dreams are cradled
And live inside our heads
So from afar I watch you
Love silent in my heart
Unspoken words a virtue
Though they echo in the dark
Your laugh and smile I treasure
Your kindly words I'l store
And in innocence find pleasure
Sweet soul that I adore
And if perchance you see me
Discern the love I hide
Would rising passion free thee
To sail on sweeter tides?

Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?
The color of a fiery passion,
Could you be too eager to flirt and please?
This color gives attitude and fashion.
Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.
The red compatible with your skin so fair
Personality quite strong and flaming
No one can begin to even compare.
Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,
You were and still are the most capricious.
We used to treat each other simply like dirt.
Yet now we are just like red, Flirtatious
Though in annoyance with your many passes
You told me “Take good care of the glasses”

ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,
The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'
Constant doubt and heart wrenching worry
Thoughts adrift among the flurry.

This leap of faith
has me wondering how much I could take;
If maybe it doesn't work in the end,
how much heartbreak will you rend?

Still I can't say no
my desire has me in your throes.
Constant visions of future ways
have me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.

For you I would forsake all things,
all aspiring towards Princes and kings.
All of this I would give up
just to be your one and only love.

DifferencesHe holds my hand
From across the bed,
While your memory whispers,
In my ear.
You are a ghost,
Inside my head,
But him...
He's really here.

He does not say a word,
But actions make their promises.
You speak in strings of verb and noun,
No truth among the sound.
He waits so patiently,
His heart it walks the premises.
Your memory pounds at the door,
Much less than honor bound.

He presses lips into a line,
Keeping the anger within.
You press your lips up to mine,
Pouring all your hatred in.

Our SheetsSoft kisses under sheets
where skin and warmth meets.
Relaxed inside and out to reach
from head, to the toes on my feet.

Quick glances and long stares,
neither of us wanting to go anywhere.
Perfectly happy staying right there.
What’s outside? To look we don’t dare.

You exhale and I breathe in
warm air, life of a friend.
Better than anywhere we’ve ever been.
Under sheets the light stays dim.

Lip to lip, just barely a flutter to me.
Sweet, warm and light instantly
seared to my heart like a memory.
Nothing could happen more perfectly.

Heartbeats soothe us to sleep.
Rhythmic secrets we swore to keep.
It’s easy when you

Lipsss

I found myself quiet a few times
Discovering your picture with my fingertips
And everytime without knowing
My finger stopped at your beautiful lips
Like perfectly crafted rubies
They are red, pure and glassy
Placed togather in a form of smile
Full of life and intents, sassy
Like your face is an vast ocean
Long lost were the two ships
Meant to meet at a certain point
In the form of your cherry lips
Like I was in a hot, dry desert
Dying of thirst, without water
But I found the red oasis
And I drank from your lips, the nectar
Like red the color of love
Affiliation, affection and compassion
Red the color of danger and warning
But its hard to r

Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.

In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.

TempestThere is thunder in your eyes,
lighting strikes each time you smile.
Furious angel wrath is fearsome ,
kissing souls with reaper's fire.
Oh love divine, I pray you now,
take mercy on my soul.
Destroy me not. Instead extend your stormy hand
and make me once more whole.

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Behind my maskI ask myself: what is he?
What does the mask hide?
What is this thing I call me,
what am I inside?
I once wore a mask,
but now I see that as me.
Have I really forgotten,
what I am supposed to be?

How did this happen,
who made me this way?
I know the answer is me,
I am the only one to blame.
I did create this mask
Because I was too afraid,
to face the world as myself
and the people it contained.

But what did it do?
It made me forget how to be!
What I once called a mask
is what I now call me.

Oh how I would scream,
if only I remembered how.
It is a distant dream,
for me to be free now.

So please do not be me,
learn fro

The Voice of AggressionWhy do you care for them
when no one cares for you?
You pretend to be the good son,
but we both know that isn't true.

Or do you really believe
in this pathetic compassion?
Listen to my advice
I will show your true passion!

For I gaze into your heart
and see only hatred burning bright.
I can see your twisted dark soul
that finds others pain such a delight.

Still believe you are noble,
you little creature of hate?
I am your true nature,
I am your true fate.

You wonder what I am?
I am what you are afraid to be!
I am part of the human that is you
the part that you refuse to see.

Why do you fight your nature
even if it is that

To burn a heartI have been raised
to live as a thrall.
Forced to help others,
living as a slave for all.

Finally I understand,
their beliefs are not mine.
My destiny is my own,
I do not have to be benign!

For why should I care?
They mean nothing to me!
No longer will I suffer,
I will finally be free!

No more empathy,
that can cause me pain!
No more bonds on my soul,
I can finally live again!

Yet what is struggling,
Is this…my heart?
You want me to help them,
want me to do my part…

Bah! I know you,
I loathe you still!
I burn you again and again,
until you obey my will!

…But why do I suffer
the more I let you burn?
May

Thoughts in a GraveyardA graveyard lies silent,
lit only by the evening sun.
I walk among the tombstones
wondering when I will be gone.

I read one of them,
for me nothing but a name.
But behind it lies a story
of both happiness and pain.
Hundreds upon hundreds
lies here forever sleeping.
But everyone have once lived,
been both laughing and weeping.

I wonder if I will be mourned
when my body is completely rotten.
Will I be remembered and missed
or will I be completely forgotten?
But even those who might mourn
in time they will also pass away.
Everything will someday cease,
in the end nothing escapes decay.

Yet I am content, death I no longer fear

Guardian lightI am protected,
both day and night.
Sheltered in your brilliance,
I am guarded by your light!

I can almost see it,
your aura so pure.
Never more alone,
you help me feel secure.

My logic may reject you,
but I do not fear.
Maybe you are a delusion,
but I can still feel you here.

Leave your hate behindThere is always a cause,
behind any evil heart.
Understand the source,
see what tore them apart.
For you may be suffering,
but so do they as well.
Do they enjoy hurting?
No, they are living in hell!
By wounding another,
you bring yourself pain.
It is a bitter irony,
suffering is all you gain.

Your anger may want revenge,
and your hate wants their pain,
but it will only make it worse,
It will make the cycle start again.
An eye for an eye,
and the world goes blind.
So please stop it now,
leave your hate behind.

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by *Vilhelm-Johansson, Oct 20, 2012, 4:30:20 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

To be with you
is to be in bliss.
I would do anything
just to feel your kiss.

Yes, I believe I love you,
and I know you love me.
If we would be together
how happy we would be!

This is my heart's desire,
to love you until the end.
I would be your shield,
your lover and friend.

Sadly I know
this cannot be
For in your dreams
there is no room for me.

So farewell my love
this is where we part.
I rather live in loneliness
then having to break your heart.

This is where we partby *Vilhelm-Johansson

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Sorry if this one turned out a bit cheesy, but It is hard to write a love poem without it becoming cheesy.

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Aw that was cute.
Not too horribly cheesy either!

*Vilhelm-Johansson Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You think so? Thank you!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome.
Who cares if it's cheesy anyways? Some of the best stuff ish cheesy as bleep!
Makes it adorable.

*Vilhelm-Johansson Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hmm, guess you are right about that.

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

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