Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 6:47pm
10th Jul 2012 6:47pm
Love's Seven Stages
Seven stages of love…
1. हब
Hub – Attraction
A meeting of the eyes, the sound of a voice, the words that we read…
“Will it be what I see; maybe what I read, the scent of your body
or how you speak that pulls me in? What ever the formula,
your presence has captured me.”
“The heart’s fire is hard to kindle,
but once ignited it is impossible to extinguish”
2. उन्स
Uns – Infatuation
The stage in which fantasy and reality...
1. हब
Hub – Attraction
A meeting of the eyes, the sound of a voice, the words that we read…
“Will it be what I see; maybe what I read, the scent of your body
or how you speak that pulls me in? What ever the formula,
your presence has captured me.”
“The heart’s fire is hard to kindle,
but once ignited it is impossible to extinguish”
2. उन्स
Uns – Infatuation
The stage in which fantasy and reality...
2358 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 4:00pm
10th Jul 2012 4:00pm
Guardian of my Heart
Come submerge yourself into the depths of my emotions,
take a walk through the passages of my mind,
Surf the tidal waves of my passions,
let us discover together, the ties that bind.
Take me in your arms and press me into your chest,
forgetting the world outside the sphere you project;
Allow me to feel soft and feminine in this fleshy nest,
my heart in your care, you will fiercely protect.
A gentle sigh escapes my lips,
contentment is a luxury I can’t resist,
tender caresses with your fingertips,
are melting me...
take a walk through the passages of my mind,
Surf the tidal waves of my passions,
let us discover together, the ties that bind.
Take me in your arms and press me into your chest,
forgetting the world outside the sphere you project;
Allow me to feel soft and feminine in this fleshy nest,
my heart in your care, you will fiercely protect.
A gentle sigh escapes my lips,
contentment is a luxury I can’t resist,
tender caresses with your fingertips,
are melting me...
1456 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 7:00pm
9th Jul 2012 7:00pm
Haiku - Weep
Rainfalls in silence
on undefined trails, for this
one moment in time.
Gypsy red
7-9-12
on undefined trails, for this
one moment in time.
Gypsy red
7-9-12
965 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 6:56pm
9th Jul 2012 6:56pm
Haiku- Passion
For the moonlight sing,
of the bright stars in awe, more
this night implies…
Gypsy Red
7-9-12
of the bright stars in awe, more
this night implies…
Gypsy Red
7-9-12
800 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 10:12pm
8th Jul 2012 10:12pm
From me to you…
From me to you…
You are the one
I have always been dreaming of,
the person I was waiting for.
I always knew you would come
From far away, it has been so long,
but I waited patiently,
today would be the day
true love would come my way.
My loved burned bright guiding you,
bringing you to me to be my beau,
so glad you finally found your way.
This is truly a happy day,
for years I have waited
from this thought, I never deviated,
unwavering was my faith,
that my greatest love
would one day come to...
You are the one
I have always been dreaming of,
the person I was waiting for.
I always knew you would come
From far away, it has been so long,
but I waited patiently,
today would be the day
true love would come my way.
My loved burned bright guiding you,
bringing you to me to be my beau,
so glad you finally found your way.
This is truly a happy day,
for years I have waited
from this thought, I never deviated,
unwavering was my faith,
that my greatest love
would one day come to...
999 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 8:19pm
8th Jul 2012 8:19pm
Requiem of the mind
The requiem of my mind, always a low hum,
yet at times it becomes a orchestration
of memories from which I cannot run.
My pandora’s box usually sealed tight,
seethes and breathes with the terrors
of the past, the horrors of my life.
A danger even to myself and all who are near,
vacate the premises lest I forget myself
and involuntarily hurt someone out of fear.
The night terrors drag me back to relive events,
scenes filled with blood and gore,
my tortured mind unsuccessfully wants to forget.
The demons accost me in...
yet at times it becomes a orchestration
of memories from which I cannot run.
My pandora’s box usually sealed tight,
seethes and breathes with the terrors
of the past, the horrors of my life.
A danger even to myself and all who are near,
vacate the premises lest I forget myself
and involuntarily hurt someone out of fear.
The night terrors drag me back to relive events,
scenes filled with blood and gore,
my tortured mind unsuccessfully wants to forget.
The demons accost me in...
874 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 6:40pm
7th Jul 2012 6:40pm
Touch Me
Touch me, gentle as can be,
let us hold a conversation
of tactile sensitivities.
Caress me tender with your hand,
identify every plane and valley,
shallow and rise of my body, firsthand.
Get to know me with your finger tips,
let no surface of my body
be ignored or missed.
Touch can express many things,
love, affection or desire
a plethora of feelings, take wing.
It can be inquisitive or make demands,
knowledgeable in their endeavor or
follow clumsy inept commands.
Touch...
let us hold a conversation
of tactile sensitivities.
Caress me tender with your hand,
identify every plane and valley,
shallow and rise of my body, firsthand.
Get to know me with your finger tips,
let no surface of my body
be ignored or missed.
Touch can express many things,
love, affection or desire
a plethora of feelings, take wing.
It can be inquisitive or make demands,
knowledgeable in their endeavor or
follow clumsy inept commands.
Touch...
2826 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 4:43pm
6th Jul 2012 4:43pm
The True Soul of a Man
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The True Soul of a Man
What defines the true soul of a man?
not the clothes he wears or the car he drives,
how much money he makes
or where he lays his head at night.
After initial introductions have passed,
I see beyond the façade and the swagger,
discover the depth of the man behind the mask
let the truth pierce me, mind over mere physical matter.
“Seek and yee shall find” look deeply into what he writes, ...
The True Soul of a Man
What defines the true soul of a man?
not the clothes he wears or the car he drives,
how much money he makes
or where he lays his head at night.
After initial introductions have passed,
I see beyond the façade and the swagger,
discover the depth of the man behind the mask
let the truth pierce me, mind over mere physical matter.
“Seek and yee shall find” look deeply into what he writes, ...
897 reads
12 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 2:17pm
6th Jul 2012 2:17pm
Shall we dance...
You cross the smoky room extend your thick hand
as I give you my little one, the first electrifying contact.
Shy and demure I avert my eyes from you,
the song is slow but my heart beats fast,
the smell of your cologne mixes with your scent.mmm…
Something primal stirs deep in my soul,
your voice reverberates against my breast
as you hold me impossibly close to your chest.
My skin comes alive as if a fire has come to life
you raise my chin with your fingers
to view my molten amber eyes,...
as I give you my little one, the first electrifying contact.
Shy and demure I avert my eyes from you,
the song is slow but my heart beats fast,
the smell of your cologne mixes with your scent.mmm…
Something primal stirs deep in my soul,
your voice reverberates against my breast
as you hold me impossibly close to your chest.
My skin comes alive as if a fire has come to life
you raise my chin with your fingers
to view my molten amber eyes,...
835 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2012 7:47pm
5th Jul 2012 7:47pm
Mine Eyes
Ever wonder about peoples eyes?
what it is about them that
sometimes takes us by surprise?
Eyes are gazers sometimes amazers
and situation scrutinizers;
they are peekers, seekers
and can at times be beseechers.
They can be your best feature,
their wisdom a good teacher,
inquisitive knowledge seekers.
They can glimpse, wince,
of their sincerity convince
that words were not minced.
Your eyes can have poise,
say many things without noise,
reflect sorrows or evident joy.
...
what it is about them that
sometimes takes us by surprise?
Eyes are gazers sometimes amazers
and situation scrutinizers;
they are peekers, seekers
and can at times be beseechers.
They can be your best feature,
their wisdom a good teacher,
inquisitive knowledge seekers.
They can glimpse, wince,
of their sincerity convince
that words were not minced.
Your eyes can have poise,
say many things without noise,
reflect sorrows or evident joy.
...
1123 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 10:28pm
3rd Jul 2012 10:28pm
Naked
Naked I stand before you, feelings in the raw, passions fire bright
my true strength is in being a woman that knows her name,
fearing no man, knowledge in my worth, wisdom is my might.
I am she who shame cannot touch, hate cannot budge,
femininity is my way, my womb is my weapon,
I birth warriors and populate nations.
Delicate does not mean fragile, soft does not equal weak,
I am mother to the world, the world, children born of me,
Women are the Alpha and the Omega, without us life is bleak.
Yet, we are one half of a whole without...
my true strength is in being a woman that knows her name,
fearing no man, knowledge in my worth, wisdom is my might.
I am she who shame cannot touch, hate cannot budge,
femininity is my way, my womb is my weapon,
I birth warriors and populate nations.
Delicate does not mean fragile, soft does not equal weak,
I am mother to the world, the world, children born of me,
Women are the Alpha and the Omega, without us life is bleak.
Yet, we are one half of a whole without...
1338 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 9:32pm
3rd Jul 2012 9:32pm
Wicked Nights
I have had that dream again,
the one wakes me up flashing hot,
a light sheen of perspiration on my skin,
leaving me bothered and somewhat distraught.
I writhe and twist, my bed clothes are in a knot
and my skin feels warm and sensitive to touch.
Mmm… what sweet agony these dreams can be
for they leave me wanting, waking unhappily.
Damn! I hate nights like this, a woman’s anathema,
morality dictates one thing, society as well,
my body’s riotous behavior, malferma;
this is truly some unseen...
the one wakes me up flashing hot,
a light sheen of perspiration on my skin,
leaving me bothered and somewhat distraught.
I writhe and twist, my bed clothes are in a knot
and my skin feels warm and sensitive to touch.
Mmm… what sweet agony these dreams can be
for they leave me wanting, waking unhappily.
Damn! I hate nights like this, a woman’s anathema,
morality dictates one thing, society as well,
my body’s riotous behavior, malferma;
this is truly some unseen...
1384 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
