Submissions by Southerncharm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2016 12:40pm
22nd Oct 2016 12:40pm
Take My Breath Away
My body is the pebble that is holding back this ocean.
With arms stretched,
I can no longer contain her roar,
nor do I seek to.
I surrender....
As a tidal wave of aqua blues, and emerald greens envelope and submerge me.
Closing my eyes,
I'm gonna let the waters dance with my listless body under each and every wave.
Deep..deep....deep
And at the threshold of my bodies constriction,
as I brought myself to this depth to allow no other option.
I'm going to let go..go.....go.
And in that moment,
where life meets death, and death...
With arms stretched,
I can no longer contain her roar,
nor do I seek to.
I surrender....
As a tidal wave of aqua blues, and emerald greens envelope and submerge me.
Closing my eyes,
I'm gonna let the waters dance with my listless body under each and every wave.
Deep..deep....deep
And at the threshold of my bodies constriction,
as I brought myself to this depth to allow no other option.
I'm going to let go..go.....go.
And in that moment,
where life meets death, and death...
653 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2016 11:52am
21st Oct 2016 11:52am
In My Secure Insecurities
These feet haven't dawned heels in 15 years.
These legs haven't known more than a skirt to the ankles.
But tonight....
I'm dusting off 6 inches of I don't give a dang!
And these legs are gonna dance like there's no tomorrow.
Girls night out just became real
(In my false courage I proclaim)
Nervous???
Absolutely...
I wonder if I've forgotten how to be a woman?
They told me they would remind me.
Not sure about that, lol
I mean no offence, but....
They've never been a mommy.
I love em anyway!
Curly or...
These legs haven't known more than a skirt to the ankles.
But tonight....
I'm dusting off 6 inches of I don't give a dang!
And these legs are gonna dance like there's no tomorrow.
Girls night out just became real
(In my false courage I proclaim)
Nervous???
Absolutely...
I wonder if I've forgotten how to be a woman?
They told me they would remind me.
Not sure about that, lol
I mean no offence, but....
They've never been a mommy.
I love em anyway!
Curly or...
687 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2016 00:53am
20th Oct 2016 00:53am
City Boy Turned....Down The Wrong Dirt Road
Sugar, don't let these soft curls wrapped in white ribbon fool ya.
Cause in a sweet second,
This wild heart can flat out hick town rule ya.
Ya ever seen a cow in a cornfield fall by five fingers at 3 A.m?
Baby, don't let em tell ya any different,
tippin ain't a sin.
You and Me Going Fishing In The Dark....
( Nitty Gritty Dirt Band)
Bare assed cannon balls under the stars,
drunk on "moonshine", as the waters dance.
Give me a man that can handle and match,
the fire in this hidden woman.
She's salty and sweet, in her little...
Cause in a sweet second,
This wild heart can flat out hick town rule ya.
Ya ever seen a cow in a cornfield fall by five fingers at 3 A.m?
Baby, don't let em tell ya any different,
tippin ain't a sin.
You and Me Going Fishing In The Dark....
( Nitty Gritty Dirt Band)
Bare assed cannon balls under the stars,
drunk on "moonshine", as the waters dance.
Give me a man that can handle and match,
the fire in this hidden woman.
She's salty and sweet, in her little...
545 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2016 3:53pm
18th Oct 2016 3:53pm
Describing You
Did you know your eyes are beautiful?
And the creases in your crooked grin stir the butterflies in my stomach..
Your words, the depth of Your masterful mind leaves me speechless...
I could listen to your philosophies and book worm attained rhetoric until sleep...
So you prefer reading instead of writing...
Ok, I'll write for you.
The way your hands sculpt an ordinary piece of wood into an extravagant piece of art is awe inspiring.
With skill and precision your profectionist belief transforms everything you touch into gold.
I want to feel like...
And the creases in your crooked grin stir the butterflies in my stomach..
Your words, the depth of Your masterful mind leaves me speechless...
I could listen to your philosophies and book worm attained rhetoric until sleep...
So you prefer reading instead of writing...
Ok, I'll write for you.
The way your hands sculpt an ordinary piece of wood into an extravagant piece of art is awe inspiring.
With skill and precision your profectionist belief transforms everything you touch into gold.
I want to feel like...
778 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2016 3:31pm
16th Oct 2016 3:31pm
Let Me In
Barefoot and humble
Hard times, no trouble
A Grandfather clock in the middle of the day,
Can tick, tock your blues away.
A lacey Doiley beautifying the landscape of a forgotten table,
I see bigger in everything little.
Give me a stone,
and I'll build you a fortress.
Give me some depth,
something to sink my teeth in.
Slow and steady,
as an oil lamp burning.
Raging and ravenous,
this love that is churning.
Warning...this is your calm, before my storm.
Let fire and ice keep you warm.
Give me your heart, hold out your hand....
Hard times, no trouble
A Grandfather clock in the middle of the day,
Can tick, tock your blues away.
A lacey Doiley beautifying the landscape of a forgotten table,
I see bigger in everything little.
Give me a stone,
and I'll build you a fortress.
Give me some depth,
something to sink my teeth in.
Slow and steady,
as an oil lamp burning.
Raging and ravenous,
this love that is churning.
Warning...this is your calm, before my storm.
Let fire and ice keep you warm.
Give me your heart, hold out your hand....
739 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2016 6:36am
14th Oct 2016 6:36am
My Beautiful "Blue" Jay
Chained....
Eighteen years she cried for God to save her.
Conviction running rampant, pulsating in her blood the voice of conscience, always reasoning within.
Longing for wisdom, not liking how it's gained.
The heart of a young girl, now turned woman.
She gave him everything, until she was left with nothing.
Who she was didn't exist or even matter any longer.
The ring that bound her soul to his, this yoke that caught the strand and demanded a boundary of protection, had now become her enemy.
The clothes she wore wouldn't garner a second glance from even...
Eighteen years she cried for God to save her.
Conviction running rampant, pulsating in her blood the voice of conscience, always reasoning within.
Longing for wisdom, not liking how it's gained.
The heart of a young girl, now turned woman.
She gave him everything, until she was left with nothing.
Who she was didn't exist or even matter any longer.
The ring that bound her soul to his, this yoke that caught the strand and demanded a boundary of protection, had now become her enemy.
The clothes she wore wouldn't garner a second glance from even...
555 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2016 1:47pm
13th Oct 2016 1:47pm
Release Me
Open your eyes.
Dont you see?
Dont you get it?
Have you ever tasted a waterfall?
Or does the fear of drowning prohibit you?
Have you ever been ran over by pharaohs chariots?
Could you handle it?
And if you found it to be pleasant, when the dust cleared from the chaos, would you lay down and beg for it again?
Would you?
I see your smile and I want to wipe it off your face with my tounge.
Hold me down, climb my mountains
If you think you can handle the height.
And when you kiss my lips, let my soul steal breath from the butterflies living in the...
Dont you see?
Dont you get it?
Have you ever tasted a waterfall?
Or does the fear of drowning prohibit you?
Have you ever been ran over by pharaohs chariots?
Could you handle it?
And if you found it to be pleasant, when the dust cleared from the chaos, would you lay down and beg for it again?
Would you?
I see your smile and I want to wipe it off your face with my tounge.
Hold me down, climb my mountains
If you think you can handle the height.
And when you kiss my lips, let my soul steal breath from the butterflies living in the...
707 reads
8 Comments
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