Girl by the Seaside I once met a girl by the seaside,out on that jutting coastline across this road.She was beautiful... Is beautiful.Her eyes were a deep lake of azure,our deep lake of azure.The days passed as dreams and in my dreams I saw her still,and when I wasn't dreaming she was my dream in motion.The moon and lake shone bright and full those nights.I once loved a girl by the seaside,where the sun catches the ocean at just the right angle.She was perfect... Is perfect.But love's nature of inconsistency exists no matter what,and the lake began to dry up in her eyes...It hurt to watch, helplessly throwing water in from my tears.Bu
Witch in love The stream that flowsthe wind that blowsthe whispering leavesthe earth without grievesI stand silently stilland hear the birds singtheir love call filled with adorationfor the mother goddessand in the grassthat so silently growsthe young woman runsand the old woman enjoysat the mighty blue skythe sun is spreading his warmthand the god that we praisesmiles with endless happinessunder the old oakthat every witch adoresare a boy and girl sittingjust looking at each otherand however it ain't nightstars shine in their eyesand with their lips sealed in a kissI end this
Never Alone... Blindfolded, she cries out,Her hands reach out to grasp her darkest desireShe can feel his breath on her skin,Hoping that there will be a reply to her tearsClutching tight to her breast her deep-seated belief,She revels in the knowledge that he is always there, So she is never aloneKiss her, darkness's angelLet her know that your embraceIs for only for her lithe figureNow she can truly say,"I am never alone "©Kima Z. Wolf
I Am Complete. We could both see the clouds under our feet.We could both see the hearts beat.We were so foolishly falling at first,then we smiled as we became firmer.Together we are complete.
That Moment That MomentWhen you look in her eyesWhen you start speakingThe one where you hold her handWhere you hold herThe one you follow with anotherOn bended kneeAnd you prayAs you offer a lifetimeTo hear just one wordWith anticipation you waitAndWith tears in her eyesShe says:YES!
Of Love You told me you loved me,Whispered in sweet gossamers That flitted lightly on the wind.Bore open your soul for all to see,On that sweet childhood hill, Talked about our dreams illuminatedShining bright on dim, white stars,I visited again,the lonely, silent hill after you were gone,And there it lay, still wrapped in childhood shroud.Here footsteps fell on mountain rushes,there a playful yelp echoed,But only the dim, white stars cried,their bitter melody of long-lost love.
MiLady She stood on top of the worlds,white robes were dangled from her wrists.Her hair, a flow of starry desire.white sateen skin chan't transpire. White eyes looking down with pride.She saw a world to rule,she saw a lover below.But she feared. Seductive as she was, she dare not love.Her body was something uncontrolled. Her many lovers would take the toll.But love none did she not.
Red Twine A lone figure trudges along an unclear path- Their bones ache and their eyes tire from the scarce light aheadThe figure continues on, defying the aches of mortalties burden- staying no where too longOn a dire, life long quest, The figure sojourns from time to time in arms whose faces cannot be rememberedIn those arms, those quiet words forfit meaning - Sometimes She'll wonder if any of it had any meaning; any at all So she trudges on, the heavy il-balanced stones of doubt weighing dangerously upon her slim shouldersShe travels in the frigid cold, all direction lost ; in search of something she fears is naught but a hushed fable-I
Denying Destiny summer breezes and cotton dresses without slips; false propriety blatant with sensuality bare thighs and bare feet with you, something strange happenedand yet, this straight-laced gentleman his buttoned shirt and pocket squares he seems to truly love me loves my improprietydespite ex-lovers, despite our ghostsalthough we fear their shadows still, we'll be together here until our end, for he loves me the most.
This Secret This secret is heavy,Carrying it makes me out of breath. It is hot:It makes me blushAnd fills me with warmthThat surely others must feel. This secret is weak,For if it stood on its own it would be lost.It is only a little flameBut in me it Radiates. SometimesIt spreads it's little feathery wings,Desperate to be free-Yet to do so would snuff it, It would be a secret no longer.
windy like the wind that flows arounda breeze thats as gentle as your kissthat carries such a saveing breath,the sound of your voice brings peaceto my mind as well as clouds of love,no matter the storm we face the calmwill come an with it the warmth of you,the greatest storm will be that ofof passion an love to cool us off,my ever flowing storm goddess
Just Three Words Just Three WordsThat is allAll I needTo tell youJust how muchI love youYes sweet girlThat is allAll I needJust Three Words
Weary Daemon Darkest of angel, purest of evilAstral passion you hold out on easelBurdened wings of beauty and painGentle tears fall like midnight rainMy eternal love falls unto theeThrough starry night and tragedyWhat moments befall us cut us deepWeary daemon on my heart you shall sleepTwo lonely souls, a lover's embraceRed blood lips find their placeEntangled in lust, the warmest senseTwo hearts as one share all their essenceMy eternal love falls unto theeThrough starry night and tragedyWhat moments befall us cut us deepWeary daemon on my heart you shall sleepOver snow blessed mountains and unruly seasYou are all this lo
Theoretically Speaking For a moment, I knew. I knew what it was like to have love, be loved. I knew how it felt to be wanted and maybe even cherished. And in that moment, I loved back.
It's Sad Forgive and forgetat this I will laughfor it's cry and regreton your sorry path
As She Flits Away -just a poem based on a bunch of continious thoughts I've been having lately. -As she flits awayI know it is a delusion of my mind to see more than there is, for how could there possibly be anything between her and I- besides the intervening discouteous years? That beatific entrancing butterfly hastening through the abysmal crevices of my mind She is there evermore, always flitting through the most perplexing corrodors of myself And as she flees she becomes a bird taking flight on an overcast morning, I cannot see her then but I know that she is there- grandoise and out of reach And I hate it. I hate her for flying just be