Frank Kemble
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.
Frank KemblePublished 3 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!
Frank KemblePublished 3 years ago in Poets
Daughter Adored
Daughter, When you were born, this adrenaline thumped, to a beat of a nervous rush, of which, for the first time in life, I could not hush. Your eyes were ocean blue, deep and serene, my heart blushed.
Frank KemblePublished 3 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.
Frank KemblePublished 3 years ago in Poets
Love in the Autumn, Like Leaves Bare
In the deepest manners of life, through many years of lonely nights, I found this vibrant buzzing, stunning and running through my heart, nuzzling.
Frank KemblePublished 3 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.
Frank KemblePublished 3 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.
Frank KemblePublished 3 years ago in Poets
A Passing
Birthday blue, black and fizzling like the city lights sizzling and trickling off the rooftops – to the sounds of rain, so wild wet, round, and glistening down;
Frank KemblePublished 3 years ago in Poets
