Frank Kemble
Stories (16/0)
Submissive Reality
Take a look in your soul, see if the crying has stopped! See if my love hath taken your heart to make light, where your hair is so lovely fair, You can take this luminous gleaming heart – Take it from my hands, like a new start, use it to bring that love from the dark.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
A Castle That Be
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
This Pounding Euphoric Love
Pounding, beautiful-euphoric love; Wanting someone so bad it hurts to move, too much to breathe—Pulsates and saturates, ripping you apart with a fire so alive, to romance them and kiss em so damn good it spins their head and knocks them on their ass.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
Stars for Crying
Under the seductive, scintillating stars of night, through sadness of heart so weary in fright, by tears of cold and stories untold, heartbreak can look upon - look for the soul so bright - shining in the sky of beautiful light, where stars supine, like tree's of pine, so high and thrusting in midnight cry.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
Love of Another
To whom it may, these words I say, will be riveting. But, to understand the beauty that befalls like sun, you must look upon the love of one. For, you will find this life is intertwined, like wine growing upon high vine, or Colorado mountains, if you have time.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
To Paint a Life of Blessing
In the days of the mother goddess, the days of peace laden solace, there came a sky of which white smoke rolled with an anger that thrusted all living things into a fiery and chaotic-biblical storm – A great storm, that destroyed the water, the animals, and even the fields that lay corn. There was no warning of the storming; The days of beauty and resistance were slammed with mighty persistence from a being – Who, was more cunning than The Earth mother so stunning. For her world was broken in a whirl so soaken by an evil that cometh, through the sky, like eyes of a perilous-looming mind, and brought fourth, changes to cry.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
Return the Darkness to Light
It was once said, long ago, that there was this hate and darkness in The World, that divided the love and made it rare. So, this love was rare. Rare to give, but lovely to glare. For these were times, to feel a loneliness weaken the soul so, so much and break a thumping heart bare.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets