The lovely blooms in the wild,
Gently closing their eyes.
Waiting for the sun to,
Smile again and again rise.
To freshen the world with,
By Robert12 months ago in Poets
When Winter hoar no longer holds
The young year in his gripe,
And bleating voices fill the folds,
And blackbirds pair and pipe;
I walk the noisy streets,
Or enter a many thronged brunch ,
Or sit among the wild young generation,
I give way to my thoughts.
Dear life, you could say we don’t have the best relationship,
You are dark, you are hard, you are unfair, and you are even suffocating at times.
I love the sound of birds
so early in the morning,
I like the sound of puppies soon after they are born.
I love the smell of flowers
When we look at ourselves
We see ourselves through eyes
Which have been schooled
To see comely only the opaque,
Comely to us skin that is fair,
As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes,
A truly love, given without compromise....
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
On your joyful wedding day,
You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
The dawn is sleepy,
And so am I?
It is still too early,
I’ll wake up out of the second try.
Morning, please wait before you call in the sunbeams,
Alone! Alone! No one, far or near!
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
Like melting fog the mirage melts away
Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill
The young blood, running wildly, as it must;
But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust.
I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the love light lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
By Robert12 months ago in Humans