Top Twenty most read poems.

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Simple Poetry

122

Words that seduce.

64

The thinker..

52

The light bringer

50

I am made whole.

41

Mayank Poem

40

Sensual.

37

My dream man..

32

Without you

32

A soft place

30

realistic, romantic, poet

29

The Gary Poem

25

The dreamers smile.

25

Baby dance

25

I am still here.

25

Being Single Sucks

25

The Poets Jewels

23

Oz’s Poem

23

The me I want to be..

22

Ava Reeves

22

Tender limb I cling to..

Tender limb I cling to
you are not stable, I know
you bob in the wind
and I hold on tightly
but I will not move!

I chose this limb
I perch upon
not for its strength,
but for the sight
of sunlight above.

My heart needs this light
and through tempest winds
and stinging rain
I watch for the light.

I could hide in shadow,
but that is not my way
though I could be torn
from my perch
here on this clinging vine.

I will not doubt!
I will hold the knowing
deep within my breast!

and sing
and sing
and sing

for though this grip is weak at times
I can see the light
and it is worth all uncertainty
to know that I may one day see
ah me!
the rising of the sun.

The sweetest song..

The following poem is inspired from a Chinese Proverb that goes:
” A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song”
It reminds me of  a poem in the book titled “I know why the caged bird sings” by Mya Angelou found here
The poem is written by Paul Laurence Dunbar (also mentioned in the same article) and he calls it “Sympathy.”

I sing because the wind is high
I sing because I live and die
I sing because the sun is bright
I sing because my souls in flight

I sing because I have a song
I know my place
where I belong

I sing because despite my woes
My song lives on
and the heart, it glows

I sing because I am blessed
with a joy that sings
and a bed to rest

I sing because my soul is free
you cannot stop
what lives in me

I sing because through strife
I have dreamt
I have lived my life.

I sing because I have learned
some songs are given
but the best, are earned.

fires kiss

burning, burning
blaze of night

burning, burning
shining bright

burning, burning
hearts on fire

burning, burning
heat acquire

burning, burning
fevered gaze

burning, burning
endless days

burning, burning
time in ashes

burning, burning
lightening crashes

burning, burning
warmth turned to fire

burning, burning
getting higher

burning, burning
passions lust

burning, burning
turn to dust

burning, burning
the fire roars

burning, burning
forever yours.

I am ready now..

I am ready now

for simple hands so lovely

I am ready now

for eyes that twinkle merry

I am ready now

for a heart that hides a soul

I am ready now

for smiles that beckon

I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

For giggles raised under covers

I am ready now

For contemplative silences

I am ready now

For eagar kisses

I am ready now

For traveling caresses

I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

For mood swings

For worry

For doubt

For intense introspection

For this is what comes about

Life is not a happy dance

it is a complex dance of all

all emotion

all concerns

all things that give

and fall.

I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

NOW.

Twinkle, Twinkle..

The stars and I
we know a secret
we keep each other company
I am me within their gaze
nothing need be said
I am not required
to be anything more
than that which I am
The moons gaze
is not critical
he welcomes me to come
to pause, reflect,
lay my burdens down
for a moment to forget
who I am
who I must be
what I am expected
to live up to.
The moon does not care
the stars just like to share
my peace is complete
and my heart is at rest
The night is a glove
that cradles my soul
and teaches me to pause
to reflect
to be content
within my mind

I remember who I am
I remember what I know
I remember what is most important
My soul
My heart
My joy
My simple truths
the moment is where I live
the night is where I grow
the stars are where I am
the moon is how I know.

The warrior and the maiden..

He swore none would defeat him.
He would walk alone.
He would brave the deepest cold
Ignore pain of blood and bone.
But love and I, we knew the truth
of inner heart so lost
a soul that beat gentle beneath
though roughly torn and tossed.
love and I, we had the will
to fight and win the day
we would take him within our heart
and soothe his pain away
He cleverly hid his heart down deep
and felt it much defended.
but love and I, we snuck in soft
and soon we had it mended.

My Peace I Give Unto You.

Do you find my smile pleasing?
Do my giggles bend your ear?
Do the things I dare to speak
chase away that doubt and fear?

Do you long to be enfolded
in arms that love you well?
Do you wish to hear the tales
a quirky girl would tell?

Do you hope to stop and rest
in the gentle of my eye?
Do you crave to say hello
instead of endless goodbye?
Well, come now love, gaze upon my smile.
My laughter is not far behind.

Fear and doubt are banished here
only caresses will you find.
Here there is a gentle soul
that bids you come and stay
Remember what it was to be young
to sing, and dance, and play.
Do not mistake this childlike heart
I am not a child.

I am not weak or powerless
there is strength in sweet and mild.
I am a woman who has seen the dark
and come out the other side.
I do not fear the hard of life
I will not run or hide.

Instead I prepare a place
for others to find their pause
this is my purpose
this is my goal
this is my lifetimes cause.

Me, Myself, and I…a conversation..

She loves that song
I know she does

she has played it 22 times
I counted,

When will she stop
sometime next week

why do you tolerate it?
cause it makes her happy

you must love her a lot
yeah, I do

she’s a little strange isn’t she?
what do you mean by that?

um..no offense…I just
yeah, she’s like her mom

ok, ok, sorry..gosh…
so long as we understand each other

we do..we really do
good.

Sometimes..

When I get quirky
you better watch out
for I may just leap
or I may just shout.

Sometimes I stand
on my head,
it is true!
I am not crazy
I just like the view.

Sometimes I giggle
cause the love overflows
and nobody cares
cause nobody knows.

Sometimes I am cheerful
and smile at the ceiling
cause I figure he knows
just how I’m feeling.

Sometimes I dance
alone in the dark
without any light
I can still see a spark.

Sometimes just like Alice
I like things to get crazy
when people get active
forgetting to be lazy.

When bubbles of laughter
come popping like flowers
I could watch it all day
I could live it for hours.

When I get this way love
no one can contain
I just have to spin
and play hopscotch in the rain.

Cause life is so quick now
here and then not
we’ve got to jump forward
and begin on the spot.

Sometimes I am wacky
and lie down on the lawn
cause life is just too quick dear
one second you’re here
then sudden,
It’s gone.

 

A soft place

I will make for you
a soft place to rest

where the thoughts can fly
and your soul can sleep
where you can dance
or rest, or weep

a soft place
with arms for sighing
a place with serenity
for laughing, for crying

a soft place
where you can let go
and forget for the moment
all you think you don’t know

a soft place
a gentle place
a place to call home
where you can seek rest
from the places you roam

I will make for you
a soft place to lie
where you can just be
just you, just I.

A woman proud.

regard me with eyes that pierce
I fear nothing in your gaze
read my diary
I will not blush
examine my soul
it’s clean and pure
I know for I cleaned it

scour the world looking for witness
to the deeds I have not done
I fear nothing
for I have done nothing
for which I am ashamed

I once made mistakes
passionate declarations
inappropriate perhaps
at best,
but I own them with pride

I seek not to hide
one single word or act
of youthful innocent
belief

hire a detective,
if you must,
he will find no sin
for I am proud
of each burn and scar
and display them
the way grandma shows off
her babies

test me with potions
that make one speak only truth
my speech will not alter
my gaze will not falter
for I give you truth
without a sip or swallow

regard me
size me up
in the end you will find
I am unchanged
before you I stand

I am a woman
proud
for very good
reason

Hard knock love..

Do I act to bold
too swiftly my love told?
am I revealed
is my fate sealed?

Why do men want not
what they so ardently sought
just a month or so before
before we admitted our adore?

What is it about love’s charm
that twists a mans arm
as he turns and leaps the door
whats this dance really for?

I tell him no
and he wants me, wants me so
but when the lips say more
the day finds him a distant shore
awaiting the first boat
rather then sink..he wants to float

Why do they think of chains|
what happens to their brains?
wooing with their mouth
and then heading south
the moment her eye gives regard
why is loving him so hard?

Storyteller..

Sticky droplets of sugary moisture
slide down her arm
and join the puddle on the ground.

She gestures with her hands causing more of the same
as her mind engages
and the dream shapes are created
for the weaving.

She entrances the watchers
as she forms historic battles
amazing acts of bravery
to enthusiastic applause
for her sound effects.

The droplets fling
and the floor is littered with it
but they notice it not at all

Popsicle has a shelf life
her stories however
live on
as childhood stories often will
in the mind of the children
who take the time
to dream with her.

Grey-blue eyes
that see another world.
When you look closely
you come to see why
so many listen in awe
it is not pretend to her.
She is there
they live,
they breathe,

she makes them real
with the power of her smile
the greatness of her imagination.

My child is a storyteller
who has intricately woven
herself
into her own tales.

The Ya Ya

That day

I danced in place
the paper clutched in my hand
I knew what was in the letter
or thought I did

I grinned and read
“my baby was born”
my smile froze
my happy leap stilled
like stone
when the words penetrated
“she died”

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO

I looked at the envelope in horror
betrayed by its innocent exterior
the date making me aware
with singular piercing
that it was several months past
the date given

my only thought
she needs me
she needs me
A moment I will not forget

that day
that day
that day I will long remember

My Shay.

sometimes when you love
someone as much as I love you
the pain you feel
is the pain I feel

you recall the day she was born
I recall the day I learned

your pain
my pain
our pain.

divorce..

Fading away

like music at the carnival

a slow, painful goodbye

left far too long unsaid

when it needed to be

we are not yelling people

we know that we have nothing

left to yell about

all done but the packing

the silent goodbyes

said years ago

but I forgot to leave

didn’t I?

Missed my cue

when it came

sleepwalked through

another year

until waking day came

with a silent scream

that jarred my brain to wakeful

as a voice chided me softly

brutally

wake up you fool

wake and live.

A slow, painful goodbye

left far to long.

Why does my heart feel hope

for another to enter one day?

I am not a princess

but I have been asleep.

Time to wake up

time to dream a better dream

Keep moving

keep seeking

love will come

when it is time

for now

it is time to let go

of old pains

and older stories

music that ended

without my heart aware

that it no longer beat

the restarting is painful

hurts like firey death

slow, sad goodbye

I will live

where once before

I died.

Words that seduce.

The words make me shiver,
they travel my spine,
and make my voice hitch,
and my eyelids fall.
that touch, smooth, touch, that lingers,
and finds a fold of skin,
softness and pressure,
the warmth of a palm,
laid close to bared skin.

despite the passion,
I feel a giggle,
joy makes my heart laugh.

I seek your eye,
and find it preoccupied,
with other delights.

the hands linger overlong,
and I am tempted to play seductress,
to your well written,
symphony and prose.

well thought words,
as you murmur in my ear,
the words that make,
all women feel beautiful,
and wanted.

Just who taught you that,
and where can I get a copy?

slippery slope

I am suppose to know by now
how to be sensible
yet this tiny voice
back in the back
tells me to keep the dream alive

it reminds me that life is hard
and a dream is something
that gets my heart through
somewhat intact.

Why have a heart at all?
When it longs and breaks
so very regularly?

I am hopeful
and that was my first mistake.
Letting you in was the second

but how could I not
when you gazed so very directly
into my soul
without a word
you slipped right in

damn.