Satin Sheets
Shelley sighs like the dying wind
You are the mind that remembers touch
Your scarf of Ithaca green
Vernal longing for touch
Your garden is velvet ire
Youth never dies on your bed
Do I feed your wounded heart
Do you still read my broken heart?
I need you off in the distance
Leave the bedroom silk on
I still visit and you like it
Tangled in unrequited life
Only love reads poetry
I am no ghost
Let this poem be satin sheets
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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It Will Touch Your Heart!
Muse, infuse!
This poem is for you when you read it;
Because, i love you.
This poem is very special and,
It has the ingredients of love than hate;
So, take hate out of you and,
Bring in the light of love! !
This poem is for you because,
I love you;
And, this poem is here to guide you.
It will touch your heart!
Because, it is from my heart;
This poem is the poem of love,
Without hatred that leads to war! !
This poem is all that i have for you because,
I love you.
Smile and, let me see you laughing with the muse of love;
Becuase, i am here to share my love with you.
This poem has the spices of love and the aroma of romance waiting for you!
Because, it is from my heart.
This poem will touch you when you read it;
Because, i specially wrote it for you.
Muse, infuse!
With the joy of your heart;
Because, this is the true love that i share with you;
And, this poem will touch your heart because,
I love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Muse
They come in silk moonlight
Rising in the high notes
Lingering in corridors of poetry
Sighing in sweet chords
Tribes of ancient color
Spanish silver
Flamingo guitars
Lioness awakens my dry heart
Crinoline forest of mystic joy
Spanish moon shines like a spell
She has come from the sea
She brings me the hurt
She brings me compassion
Love is all the falsely accused
Be a man who cares she says
Her vision surrounds me
Her bracelets of Ulysses
Flowers of Ithaca
Tendrils grow in red gold
Feel the fingers of myth
Centuries in her soft touch
Rings filled with fate
The music burns dusky candles
Castles in the crying wind
See the broken man
Feel the wounded
Her breasts are filled with tears
She tells me of the poor
I am the narrow man of gold
I seek her eyes of beauty
She says grow like the forest
Let your heart see justice, mercy
Dancing by windows
Revel like new flowing love
She moves in shadows of time
Wrapped in gossamer stars
Hear the sweet piano
Feel the beat of fire
Cymbals shimmer with life
She reads a poem of Pablo Neruda
My muse wet like the sea
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Your Sweet 666
There are things you should know
The distance between us seems to grow
But you're holding on strong
Oh how hard it is to let go, oh so hard to let go
I'm waiting for your call and I'm ready to take your
six six six in my heart
I'm longing for your touch and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart
I'm losing my faith in you
You don't want it to be true
But there's nothing you can do
There's nothing you can do - Yes, I've lost my faith in
you
I'm waiting for your call and I'm ready to take your
six six six in my heart
I'm longing for your touch and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart
How long we have to wait
For our love is fading so slowly
I know it's too late
Oh my god you're so lonely
I'm waiting for your call and I'm ready to take your
six six six in my heart
I'm longing for your touch and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart
I'm ready for your call and I'm ready to take your six
six six in my heart
I'm longing for your touch and I welcome your sweet
six six six in my heart
In my heart
In my heart
In my heart
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Touching The Untouchable
leave me alone,
hurt me as you desire
follow what
the heart breaks and remembers
that you touch
my lips and say Yes!
let me then tell
my way,
that parting is just
a warm salutation of hello,
and where never be
the solitaire of
the endless zeal of goodbye
touch me
once again and always
be the asset
of my dream, go with the glide
of the wind, the language
of love nestle
in the day that I touch you
Dear...
poem by Antonio Liao
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How Can I Tell The Yellow Daisy?
how can i tell the yellow daisy about the sad truth that her fingers
that long to touch the blue clouds high up in the sky cannot be hers?
how can i tell her that she is just wasting her fleeting time and feelings
trying to touch that which cannot be touched by her fingers because
their worlds are far apart because the sun will not allow it because
she is just this tiny little daisy that grows wildly in my little garden?
how can i ever tell her that love too has rules? that love too can be
too painful and most of the time addressed to indifference: unrequited?
how can i ever tell her that like her i am also in pain in longing and dying?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Sweet Six Six Six
There are things you should know
And the distance between us seems to grow
But your holding on strong
And oh how hard it is to let go
So hard to let go
I'm waiting for your call
And I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart
And I'm longing for your touch
And I welcome your sweet six six six in my heart
I'm losing my faith in you
But you don't want it to be true
But theres nothing you can do
There is nothing you can do
Yes I've lost my faith in you
Waiting for your call
And I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart
And I'm longing for your touch
And I welcome your sweet six six six in my heart
Right here in this heart
And I know it's too late
Oh my God it's lonely
I'm waiting for your call
And I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart
And I'm longing for your touch
And I welcome your sweet six six six in my heart
I'm ready for the fall
And I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart
Longing for your touch
And I welcome your sweet six six six in my heart
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Let Me Touch You Now
Let me touch you now
Before I take leave and go to sleep;
Let me feel the warmth
Of your heart-beat
As it seeps through
Your satin-green plumage.
The earthy green texture
Of your fluffy feathers
Bristles with the wind filtering
Through my bamboo window;
It makes me feel
Eco-lubed in your green majesty.
And the shaft of light
Pulsating through my attic window,
Brings a resplendent green glow
of rich, textured earthiness
within my heart;
In this ambience,
I am forever green with happiness.
poem by Leonard Dabydeen
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God Knows
Baby tell me why
why do you question all this love that i have for you
if u look into my eyes and make an exception
i will show you love like no one before
put your trust in me
allow me to be that
baby give me your hand to hold
cause the feeling that i have
are so complicated that words cannot explain there is only one who knows only god knows how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows
Baby tel me why
what is the reason one good reason your soo insecure cause after all that i have done i think you should know by now girl im down for you and the love i have is pure i wanna help you understand just how i feel for you your the one i cant let go because the feeling that i have are so complicated that words cannot explain there is only one who knows only god knows how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you how wish that you knew what god knows how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows
and all of my lonely days only god knows i'm lonely and all my sleepless night (only god sees me crying) and everytime i think of you only god can read my mind (he reads my mind)god knows i tried if you understand heaven knows i miss you girl only god can see how much
cause everytime you go away (i long for your touch)now when i say i love you girl only sees my heart (he sees my heart) he sees my heart
only god knows how much i love you god sees my heart (girl you know that he sees my heart) and that he cares about you,(and he cares) god knows (yes he does) that im thinking of you (and im thinking of you) and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows (yes he does)
how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows
la la la da da la la la
im thinking of you
la la la da da la la la
how i wish that you knew
song performed by by 112
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Distances
distance. space.silence.
what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?
it is the kiss that seals it.
what is the distance between
our silence for days?
it is the distance of longing.
what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?
it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth
i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.
i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?
i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more
i can see you the more you
can see me.
IT is the farthest star
that we long much.
IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.
IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.
It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.
This longing. This pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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First Date
Whatever happened
To the teenage romance
Is it hidden in a tacky magazine
Everybodys talking
Saying trash is neat
You think its good fun
But its never that free
Who is the man of the moment
Does his image stand ten feet tall
Or is he just a cardboard hero
Staring down at you from your wall
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
Friday night
Out on the town
Its a special date
First time around
You read all about the story book romance
He stands there waiting
And you want to hold his hand
Saturday
Youre broken down
Your heart is lying somewhere
Is it lost or found
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you cant touch
If this is love its not enough
You can dream but you cant touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you cant touch
You want a love that costs too much
You can dream but you cant touch
If this is love its not enough
You can dream of tender touch
Dont let your heart be lost to love
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Piece Of Love
Time can heal a broken heart
Oh, but does it really ease the mind
I know its hard for you
Though you say that youre not longing for my touch
I know it pains you much
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong, baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Night begins with calls from you
Oh, asking me if Im alright
Im really not sure, baby
Im wondering if your love for me has gone away
Like I heard you say
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong, baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Its hard to say
Weve made mistakes
But when its not over
Its best to put pride away
Two eyes should not cry the tears of regret
cause two lips wont let go of an age old lovers lie
Oh, baby, oh, oh
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Id do anything for you
I will give you all my heart
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Oh, did you leave your love behind
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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The Longing Is The Heart Of The Poem
THE LONGING IS THE HEART OF THE POEM
The longing is the heart of the poem
The longing for so much
Which will never be again-
The longing to be young again
To love again
In a true and deep way-
The longing for all the times and people
Who are not
And never will be again-
The longing which tells me again and again
How much we lose in merely living
How deep and rich life is
In time and ways and people
Beyond our ever remembering and recollecting fully-
The longing is for so much that is gone
For so much that will never be again-
Life itself is a longing for life itself
And life goes beyond itself in so many ways-
All the longing all my longing
Will never bring it back
even that
which is always here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Green Eyes Blue
Green Eyes Blue
Waking with warmth in my heart and your golden body next to me
A smile on my face morning upon morning
Minds eye scanning memory of every touch, sound, sight of you
The feel of your arms around me, the sweet smell of your breath
And from above…searching me, are your Green Eyes Blue
Eager new flavors, smells and touches brings new joy
Desire for love and hunger for flesh bring these gloves off to touch you
Lips wet and breathes quiver and our legs tangled tight
I want for nothing but your Green Eyes Blue
This woman is awakened by your touch and inspired by your goodness
The fire once thought dead now stoked by your careful hands
Beautiful man of mine holding my heart as we are afloat in this life
I am safe with you beside me as we become lost in each other
My heart is lost in your Green Eyes Blue
poem by Ellie Cook
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Broken Vase
The vase where this verbena is dying
was cracked by a blow from a fan.
It must have barely brushed it,
for it made no sound.
But the slight wound,
biting into the crystal day by day,
surely, invisibly crept
slowly all around it.
The clear water leaked out drop by drop.
The flowers' sap was exhausted.
Still no one suspected anything.
Don't touch! It's broken.
Thus often does the hand we love,
barely touching the heart, wound it.
Then the heart cracks by itself
and the flower of its love dies.
Still intact in the eyes of the world,
it feels its wound, narrow and deep,
grow and softly cry.
It's broken. Don't touch!
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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A Womans Touch
(toby keith/wayne perry)
Lately Ive been lookin through the windows of my soul
And I can see theres not much left to hold
Just an empty space surrounded by the pieces of
A badly broken heart thats forgotten how to love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
When I look in the mirror, the only thing I see
Are traces of the man I used to be
Late at night I hear it, it cannot be denied
A lonely voice is crying out from somewhere deep inside
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
Yeah, its rough and ragged edges
Sure could sure some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my poor heart needs is a womans touch
A womans touch
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Vampires
Mandarin sky like fire in her eyes
Dark visions rise between her thighs
She sleeps in a bed of liquid lava
Decadent Venus in gossamer night
Black silk poetry fills her womb
Succulent moonlight caresses
She reads the Flowers of Evil
Satin sheets in soft candle light
Golden chains, silk scarves
Passion dances in pedicure red
6 inch high heels on my shoulder
Her kisses are like wild wolves
Her mirror fills with purple night
Ivory neck alive with moon beams
She longs to feed on a poets sin
Feel the thorns of sensuous myth
Born to be adored in the garden
The dark side casts her spell
Music from ancient castles
Roses wet with deep red lust
A Goddess thrives on hot blood
Vampires gorged in moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Your Gentle Fire
Song of red satin longing
You are the dream of my heart
Thespian sea of mystery
Regal quandary of my limericks
Do you know I want you?
Do you feel me like the tide?
Will you wear my words like silk?
I sit by the sea like an ancient rock
Come home before the harvest
My arms are ships of love
Turtle doves with bright wings
Necklace of golden poems
Rings of Irish mist
Basil and garlic butter
Honey as golden as a mystic dawn
Wine like rivers of prayer
Velvet touch sired in purpose
Scarlet embroidery of the highlands
Your love is the spring of my validation
I will always need you
Be simple like a rising moon
Be brave and fear not
Your gentle fire consumes me
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The useless poem
He knows that his poetry
Is a useless endeavor
As you put it,
There is no money for a poet,
Not even fame when he is alive
Or even dead, perhaps for some,
Whose lines are judged for greatness
His poetry is nothing but a way of laundering
His emotions,
Not even read
Nobody really cared
How many nights did he spend to make a poem?
His heart bleeds
For more pain, his stomach acidifies for more
Harmful corrosive liquids rising to his brain
Through all his intestines and veins
And he goes groggy
Nauseous,
Till dawn breaks he makes his lines
Like a fool
He wants to stop and put an end to everything
He is suffering
He knows the end
Cannot refer to this poem
But to his life
He ends it
His poetry may live on some pages
But (again) not even read because nobody
Nobody really cared
Perhaps someday when another useless poet
Comes accidentally along
Surfing
Or
Writes the same useless
Lines like the way he wrote his
By a slim chance
He shall then
Be read for once
Through this poem
Again
And again
Because in fact
There are many of them
More than you will expect
Rereading the useless poems
Still bleeding asking for care and even forgiveness
(The vice of asking for attention
The uselessness of recognition)
Another one reads it this time
It is, I will not mind, You
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tangled In Love
By marcy levy and richard feldman
A modern man with an old-fashioned heart.
One look at her and I fell apart.
I was always the one playing it cool.
I got caught in the act, now theres no turning back.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
A long black dress and the call of the wild.
I was a fool to think she was just a child.
Out of my mind, out of control.
Knew that feeling too well, tried to run but I fell.
Chorus
I never meant to feel this way,
Now I always want to stay...
Chorus
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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The useless poem
He knows that his poetry
Is a useless endeavor
As you put it,
There is no money for a poet,
Not even fame when he is alive
Or even dead, perhaps for some,
Whose lines are judged for greatness
His poetry is nothing but a way of laundering
His emotions,
Not even read
Nobody really cared
How many nights did he spend to make a poem?
His heart bleeds
For more pain, his stomach acidifies for more
Harmful corrosive liquids rising to his brain
Through all his intestines and veins
And he goes groggy
Nauseous,
Till dawn breaks he makes his lines
Like a fool
He wants to stop and put an end to everything
He is suffering
He knows the end
Cannot refer to this poem
But to his life
He ends it
His poetry may live on some pages
But (again) not even read because nobody
Nobody really cared
Perhaps someday when another useless poet
Comes accidentally along
Surfing
Or
Writes the same useless
Lines like the way he wrote his
By a slim chance
He shall then
Be read for once
Through this poem
Again
And again
Because in fact
There are many of them
More than you will expect
Rereading the useless poems
Still bleeding asking for care and even forgiveness
(The vice of asking for attention
The uselessness of recognition)
Another one reads it this time
It is, I will not mind, You
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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