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A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.

Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.

A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.

Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed.
KitesSilent tyrant of the sky
Mind your obscure earthly string,
Though you accrue heaven's eye
Look oh rook, on what you cling.

Betwixt, unfixed the prairie cloud,
Above in love your brethren sing,
In gleam, they dream as diamonds proud
Which gown his crown; the golden king.

Chase the grace of cosmic joy,
Wild that child of crimson lust,
Rave, yet save his fury's toy;
Mirth in birth in truth is trust.

In time, to climb the sail does pine,
Despite its flight, or ambits crossed;
Uncrossed, now tossed, your cords entwine
And all the squall in bond is lost.
Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.

Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.

Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.
How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryone
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…

But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
Was NOT!

The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.

But,
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live
A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!

Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.

"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.

A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...

This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;
For You,I cant promise forever,
but for each day at a time,
you are in my thoughts,
and so perfectly entwined,
my heart,
may not mean much at all,
but it is without a doubt,
the best proof I have that,
you will be forever as of now,
my love.
A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Roses
are red
Violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind
Until the day I met you
You are so sweet
And so fine
I wish I had the guts to talk to you
Back in 2009
I've felt so lonely from the start
But that was before you stole my heart
If a kiss was a raindrop
I would give you a shower
If a hug was a second
I would give you an hour
I know we had little fights from the past
But we finally get over them at last
Everything I'm writing down is true
So here is another poem for you:
Plumbers are red
Hedgehogs are blue
Press the "Start" button
And be my player 2
This poem is getting really long
But it's easier to write than a cute,little love song
This poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of time
To write about the piece I've been missing all my life
If I Could Take Your TearsIf I could say 'I love you'
If your heart were free
If you could see beyond blue
Then maybe you'd see me
But life and love are tangled
Hearts weave complex webs
Broken dreams are cradled
And live inside our heads
So from afar I watch you
Love silent in my heart
Unspoken words a virtue
Though they echo in the dark
Your laugh and smile I treasure
Your kindly words I'l store
And in innocence find pleasure
Sweet soul that I adore
And if perchance you see me
Discern the love I hide
Would rising passion free thee
To sail on sweeter tides?
Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?
The color of a fiery passion,
Could you be too eager to flirt and please?
This color gives attitude and fashion.
Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.
The red compatible with your skin so fair
Personality quite strong and flaming
No one can begin to even compare.
Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,
You were and still are the most capricious.
We used to treat each other simply like dirt.
Yet now we are just like red, Flirtatious
Though in annoyance with your many passes
You told me “Take good care of the glasses”
ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,
The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'
Constant doubt and heart wrenching worry
Thoughts adrift among the flurry.

This leap of faith
has me wondering how much I could take;
If maybe it doesn't work in the end,
how much heartbreak will you rend?

Still I can't say no
my desire has me in your throes.
Constant visions of future ways
have me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.

For you I would forsake all things,
all aspiring towards Princes and kings.
All of this I would give up
just to be your one and only love.
DifferencesHe holds my hand
From across the bed,
While your memory whispers,
In my ear.
You are a ghost,
Inside my head,
But him...
He's really here.

He does not say a word,
But actions make their promises.
You speak in strings of verb and noun,
No truth among the sound.
He waits so patiently,
His heart it walks the premises.
Your memory pounds at the door,
Much less than honor bound.

He presses lips into a line,
Keeping the anger within.
You press your lips up to mine,
Pouring all your hatred in.
Our SheetsSoft kisses under sheets
where skin and warmth meets.
Relaxed inside and out to reach
from head, to the toes on my feet.

Quick glances and long stares,
neither of us wanting to go anywhere.
Perfectly happy staying right there.
What’s outside? To look we don’t dare.

You exhale and I breathe in
warm air, life of a friend.
Better than anywhere we’ve ever been.
Under sheets the light stays dim.

Lip to lip, just barely a flutter to me.
Sweet, warm and light instantly
seared to my heart like a memory.
Nothing could happen more perfectly.

Heartbeats soothe us to sleep.
Rhythmic secrets we swore to keep.
It’s easy when you
Lipsss
I found myself quiet a few times
Discovering your picture with my fingertips
And everytime without knowing
My finger stopped at your beautiful lips
Like perfectly crafted rubies
They are red, pure and glassy
Placed togather in a form of smile
Full of life and intents, sassy
Like your face is an vast ocean
Long lost were the two ships
Meant to meet at a certain point
In the form of your cherry lips
Like I was in a hot, dry desert
Dying of thirst, without water
But I found the red oasis
And I drank from your lips, the nectar
Like red the color of love
Affiliation, affection and compassion
Red the color of danger and warning
But its hard to r
Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.

In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.
Our Single DropThe raindrops patter on the back porch pane
To leave soft streams in their wake.
Rivulets so reminiscent run down,
Rivulets that some forsake.

As they race along the long glass window,
They can't see what they expend.
They travel the distance with fervid speed,
Though they wish not for its end.

They twist and turn on this short-lived path,
Never staying straight for long.
And while some will fade only halfway through,
Other raindrops will hold strong.

A tranquil puddle at the bottom forms
As the drops begin to pool.
I dip my hand in the miniature bath
And am woken with the cool.

It jolts nearly every sense alive;
I breathe deep to take it
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Giveth and TakethWhy hast thou put new anguish to my soul
And trials here in hardness I asked not?
That what was dear to me makes not my whole
In ends that did not happen but I sought?
What suffering in grace did I deserve
That took upon the being of a taking?
Did I, in my attempts to fresh conserve
My heart, knock yours into the ground for breaking?
No man who drank from paradise would go
To lose the very wellspring which he drank.
But curses none escape these lips of woe,
But sentiments when I can only thank
The gifts of life thou hast bestowed on me
So we may live to one eternity.
Rhapsody for String QuartetRhapsody for String Quartet
Op. 18, No. 1. In d minor. Moderato espressivo.

My first love was a curvy dame
I heard first in third grade,
Her red complexion won her fame,
Along with mellow serenades
She sang to woo young men to feel
Her neck and figure hourglassed.
I let her be; for her my zeal
Was rather quick to pass.

The love affair that sang instead
In honeymoon was lithe and coy;
Her songs were those of fingers spread
In voices one knew only joy
Or sadness, anger, death. Her face
Was ever filled with moodiness,
She always sought the highest place
In gaudy ways without a rest.

No longer was her neck a silken lure,
Her th
Speed Sonnet No. 1Lo you! Here she comes, this is her very guise,
And upon my life, fast asleep, observe her; stand close,
Sit down, and we shall be none the wise
As dreams consume her consciousness the most.
What's in her mind? Can female mind be known?
No tangled Gordian Knot is there to cut;
No yarn for labyrinth's way to be shown,
Nor a lamp for my smoldering wick to put.
But men are shallow basins fair underfilled,
Of metal made, and what liquid is inside
Is what's collected--cats and dogs--from windowsills
And whatever mysteries have chosen in to cry.
To solve enigmas, we might come and fail,
But praps the solution's merely in the pail.
A Dream of Jade PavilionsPoet
I see the face of her who plays
Her zither, and I dare not think
Of that face framed by the moon
Or hair as dark as fragrant ink.
Am I in the Jade Pavilion
Which rests upon the starry brink?
But level, we are not with stars
That glassy shine upon my drink.

Maiden (To the Tune of Deep Longing)
One more note,
One more trill
Disappears with eastern wind,
Occident tremors.
Hands running,
Sound like cloth,
Agitated sheets of rain
From my fingertips.

Poet
Eyes had I, but Taishan's peak I missed!
The mountaintops and bamboo, streams and mist
Compare not to the silken clothes you wear,
Nor thoughts of silken skin that clenc
The Old Man at the WharfRed lanterns, they have disappeared
Behind the swirling mist.
Now there were but blue regrets
Of home that he now missed.

And sick was he, complexion green,
No ginger there to soothe.
Wished he now that ocean waves
Might pacify and smooth.

His babe was born in far Toisan
Though he could never know.
His wife died in delivery;
Her husband had his woes.

A scraggly boat now paddled in
To Golden Mountain's harbor.
But riches here were naught to find,
For life here was much harder.

There were no mountains glittering
Or riches one would think.
There was a land of racism:
Of "Chinamen" and "chinks."

One hardened day of bitterness
Summer's TrystSo long as men can breathe or eyes can see
Or my own hands can write another word,
So long my tongue is able to run free
And all my words are able to be heard,
I shall love thee. In all the binds and chains
The language is subject to, I shall sing
In whispers to thine ears my own refrains
Of happiness that make thee everything.
So long as thou shalt draw a laughing tear
Or fall into this breast that holds my heart,
Thou art my joy, my mind, my lady dear.
And in this act shall we two play the part:
The tenderness that makes the whole earth ours
And the love that moves the sun and stars.

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Suteki da ne

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She weeps with tears as pure as any spring,
Unveiling hidden hearts, and now you see
That she is fairest over everything:
Every moment fades from memory.
Kind is she, but you are kinder still
In sweet embraces and romantic will.

Does every happy moment stay within the waves?
Ask you with kisses, breathing for her too:

Now you become the link to air that saves,
Eternal love submerged in waters blue.
:iconparsat:
A poem I wrote a while ago based off the famous Macalania Woods scene from FFX. [link] This scene sends shivers down my spine every time I watch it.
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Critique by ~EvilCarbonara Dec 6, 2012, 1:33:33 AM
This is a beautiful piece that will certainly get some on to think on it. I wonder why only a few notice this? Certainly I didn't!

It's like we can envision some sort or fantasy- like scene when we read every word per line.

"Does every happy moment stay within the waves?" Now, that is a very excellent question! Does it,really? Does it not? How should I know? >_<

all in all, I like/ love this piece very much. Does this describe a mythical being? Even if it doesn't, I feel that it is.

And why the heckz did I miss that link?!

Loved it!
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*TheDorsai Dec 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Had you not bolded the first letter of each line, I wouldn't have known it was an acrostic poem. Well done.
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