Poetry Thursday #79

Another break from the 30 Days of Honest Blogging posts.  Which is greatly needed, it’s very popular this year and very hard to keep up with!  It seems like everyone is having a great time though, so I can’t complain.  I’m looking forward to reading everyone’s answers today, and remember to check back tomorrow for my next answer.

And now with the poetry!  Hurray!

Deceptive Thoughts (and Nothing More)
Unfaithful by my thoughts;
a passing stranger
wetting my lips,
trembling my heart.
Thoughts of tender touches.
Thoughts – and nothing more.

Catching butterflies
in the knots in my stomach.
Breaking their wings –
no more fluttering flights
of frivolous fancies.
A girl’s crush is not love.

No more dreams of dark
mysteries in my mind.
Leave my heart, for
it was never yours to have.
Leave my mind, for
you and my heart deceive me.

There is only room for one
to grasp my hand,
to kiss my lips and
feel my hips beneath them.
There is only room for one
to occupy my heart.

"Desire" by BFKNKN on deviantart.com

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Poetry Thursday #78

A little bit of a break from the 30 Days of Blogging Honesty and One Dare posts is in order – so I’m posting another poem I found in a random notebook of mine.  On another note, my mood is all over the place lately, and one weird thing is I’ve been craving a lot of sweets (which I rarely crave – usually I crave salty foods).  So I’m feeling a bit off today, feel like I need to rush around and do stuff but I don’t feel like doing anything I need to do.  Strang indeed!

Anyways, here’s my poem.  Remember to check back tomorrow for the next question for the 30 Days posts.

Petals
Buds forming on the trees,
the grass finding life again,
sunlight through the clouds –
blossoms of the spring.
A tulip pressed against my lips,
a gentle kiss and a silent wish.
Plucking petals one by one,
a young girl’s game
for a hopeful heart.
He loves me, he loves me not –
it seems I often sit
with my heart outstretched,
throwing petals into the wind.

"He Loves Me He Loves Me Not2" by Sweetsurrender13 on deviantart.com

Poetry Thursday #77

Before I show you guys my poem for this week, I wanted to announce that I will be participating in this years 30 Days of Blogging Honesty + One Dare.  I enjoyed the 31 Days of Blogging Honesty so much last year, that I thought it’d be good to participate again.  This will be starting on the 1st of April, so remember to check it out!

I have a little journal I keep with me in my purse for writing poems and thoughts down.  After neglecting my writing for a while, I picked it up and found an older poem that I thought would be nice to share.  Enjoy!

Breathing You
Sweet nothings echoing,
pulsing beats in my veins –
a certain strange, unfamiliar;
welcome, yet uninvited.
Could I stop my heart
from this rapid beat
by pure will alone?
Would I suffocate myself
to stop me, stifle me,
from breathing every breath
of you inside?
Would I let you go
forever –  to never want again?
Could I let you?

"Love" by Jan Pirnat aka janpirnatphoto on deviantart.com

Poetry Oldies #4

It’s been a longgggg long week, so I haven’t had much time to write (or anything other than work and sleep to be honest).  So no new poems today, but here’s another rendition of Poetry Oldies 🙂  This is also my entry for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 55.  Enjoy!

Rust – Originally posted October 7, 2010
To the touch I’m cold as ice,
too long since I’ve felt the heat.
It’s been ages since I’ve been loved,
since my heart knew how to beat. 
You can sense me, for I am here,
but no longer do I know how to feel.
There is nothing – just the numbing
tingling, leftovers of what was real.
No longer do I feel the want, the need;
I do not know desire or lust.
I would try to love again, but
I’m afraid my heart has begun to rust.  

 

“Rusted” by Saber Hodson aka midnightreflections on deviantart.com. Check out her blog “Whats Up With That?!” on my Blog Roll.

Transient – Originally posted September 9, 2010
I chose a path, and followed through –
leaving behind all I knew.
I said goodbye and went away,
not sure if I’d come back one day.
With the years I spent on my own
I have learned, and I have grown.
And with the choices that I’ve made,
all that’s passed began to fade.
Returning home, to this forgotten place –
unfamiliar; they do not know my face.
As I’ve changed, and grown, and became
who I am – they all have stayed the same.
And as I linger and tag along,
I know deep down I do not belong;
a wanderer – passing only by chance,
soon to leave without a second glance. 

"Wanderer" by Monika aka kas666 on deviantart.com

 

Poetry Thursday #68

I’m bad, didn’t post this at my usual time.  But at least it’s going up darnit!  I’m hoping to have a different type of post go up on Saturday, so lets cross my fingers and hope for the best (aka, hope I get off my lazy arse and write it!).  Anywho, here’s my poem, enjoy!

Oh and I forgot this when I originally first posted it – this is my entry for the Thursday Poets Rally – Week 53.

High Security for Nothing
Awaiting tenderness to win me over,
for softness to wear down
the barricades surrounding my heart.

But I am guarded –
no – I am surrounded
by walls of steel, protected by
ninjas with machine guns, ready
to shoot any who dare enter.

I keep my heart and soul
trapped within a safe, protected
by another safe, buried within
the depths of my insecurities.
I cannot dare share my secrets,
to divulge the essence of
who and what I am –
for in the darkness of my heart,
secure and safe from all to see,
is the true nature of me.

A display and show of force and will
to hide the weakness behind my cell.
Walls upon walls – no windows or doors,
just empty, empty spaces.

Upon the grey walls and floors
are cracks and quiet echoes,
holding hints of weeping and fear.
I wall myself, guard myself,
and fear above all else
an intruder to pass security;
for what they may find is
that in my depths
I am hiding nothing.

"Emtpy Room" by Oscarhagbard from deviantart.com