Aimless

10 Mar 2012, 7:46am

women

Ok, So I'm having a little bit of a crazy day today, doesn't everybody? : )

I need MORE COFFEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

6 Mar 2012, 1:09pm

blue graphic art poetry women

I want you to tell me Why I need her.
Even the least of her stupidities
Is enough to bewitch me.
I want to see her naked in my arms.
Frail, shy and with the need of my mind.
To feel her heartbeat on my skin
Until she accepts me as her servant.
I want her to share her fears.
She impregnates me with her misfortunes.
That she hears my breath drying her tears
And finds in my arms, her greatest defense.

I want her to feel my spirit. To give her my all tenderness
Or just a piece of happiness Enough to destroy her distress.

- by @r60 - April2011

6 Mar 2012, 12:17pm

poetry women

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful--
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles.
I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart.
But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

- Sylvia Plath

6 Mar 2012, 12:12pm

poetry women

She dances closer as my eyes betray me,
Her naked body disappears and then,
I sense her soul inside me as I touch her,
I feel her whirl within me as I spin.
I never thought this life would bring such visions.
I never thought Nirvana came this way.
But every time she dances in the moonlight,
The world, and time, and I, all fade away.

6 Mar 2012, 12:12pm

poetry women

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing.
In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

- Pablo Neruda

6 Mar 2012, 12:11pm

poetry women

The flowers in my garden
Give off a wondrous perfume
An eye-catching colorful bouquet.
What do I see in my flower bed?
My fat and lazy cat!
I swear he thinks he's a daisy!
And when the cool morning fades
into the warm afternoon,
and the grass turns into magical emeralds
the sun's rays turn to gold.

In twilight's purple glow
As night approaches - so slow
Out come the stars diamonds from afar
My garden's a magical place to be
to dream the summer days away
And watch my cat at play.

6 Mar 2012, 12:11pm

poetry women

Did Not

'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, To speak, but did not.
She felt my lips' impassioned touch - 'Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not; But whispered o'er my burning brow,
'Oh, do you doubt I love you now?' Sweet soul! I did not.
Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I pressed it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not; Till - oh! the world hath seldom heard Of lovers,
who so nearly erred, And yet, who did not.

by Thomas Moore

6 Mar 2012, 12:10pm

nude poetry women

~ A Work Of Heart ~

My soul beholds a miracle, Simplicity so rare;
A pristine, exquisite work of heart, With beauty beyond compare.
My heart is touched with tenderness, From the look there in your eyes,
For through the window of your soul, In where that tenderness lies.
Shining forth so openly, Like a beacon in the dark;
Speaking so fluently to my soul, Creating this work of heart.
Just like the touch of an artist's brush, With each delicate stroke of his hand;
A beauty created deep there in his soul, Pours forth from the heart of the man.
Each longing look, each tender touch, Say more than mere words can impart;
Speaking more eloquently to my soul, In this simple work of heart.

6 Mar 2012, 11:37am

poetry women

~ Cool Breeze ~

The breath of the wind Gently weaving through the trees
Bending the reeds and grasses Whispering across waters
Shaping the clouds above Carrying the birds aloft
Swirling song through space Time stands still
A peaceful respite Cool breeze; so quiet

~ Phillip Hunter Davis

6 Mar 2012, 11:00am

poetry women

There comes a time in your life when you finally get it ...
When in the midst of all your fears and insanity
you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere
the voice inside your head cries out