Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2018 7:08am
22nd May 2018 7:08am
snow flakes
if the wind blew snow. . .
would you dance?
gently,
catching. . .
swirling. . .
flakes upon your tongue.
would you dance?
gently,
catching. . .
swirling. . .
flakes upon your tongue.
#hope
#inspirational
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STORY POEM
Published
14th May 2018 5:05pm
14th May 2018 5:05pm
zebra like
..zebra like,
wind swept hair, it was,
masking her beauty
yet as the lens griped the pose,
she...provided wonder
her sexuality
mystifying
as the eyes stare
...zebra like
masking her thoughts
how you always provide me wonder.
is it,
the stare,
the look or the gaze
that flirts within my mind's maze.
the fullness of your eyes
giving me to a trance...
hypnotic...
as the rhythm goes...
wind swept hair so it moves
as it falls across her breast.
wind swept hair, it was,
masking her beauty
yet as the lens griped the pose,
she...provided wonder
her sexuality
mystifying
as the eyes stare
...zebra like
masking her thoughts
how you always provide me wonder.
is it,
the stare,
the look or the gaze
that flirts within my mind's maze.
the fullness of your eyes
giving me to a trance...
hypnotic...
as the rhythm goes...
wind swept hair so it moves
as it falls across her breast.
#admiration
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Apr 2018 3:23pm
24th Apr 2018 3:23pm
bring only
listening...
she is...
preparing...
the door,
closes.
the shower,
runs.
the moan,
groans.
faint.
sweet.
the door,
opens.
the world,
awaits.
the rain,
falls.
capturing.
reminding.
the molecules,
mist.
the face,
captures.
the mind,
grasps.
evading.
ever so remembering.
her day through the door
blowing back on me
her scent
floral, citrus, the earth ...
she is...
preparing...
the door,
closes.
the shower,
runs.
the moan,
groans.
faint.
sweet.
the door,
opens.
the world,
awaits.
the rain,
falls.
capturing.
reminding.
the molecules,
mist.
the face,
captures.
the mind,
grasps.
evading.
ever so remembering.
her day through the door
blowing back on me
her scent
floral, citrus, the earth ...
#anxiety
#morning
#honesty
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Apr 2018 3:30pm
10th Apr 2018 3:30pm
i know
i know you hear me
hear me in the wind
i know you see me
as with each flower blooming in spring
i know you feel me
with each beat of your heart
i know you desire me
with the whisper of the night
with the set of the sun
with the dawn
i know....you know, i wait for you
hear me in the wind
i know you see me
as with each flower blooming in spring
i know you feel me
with each beat of your heart
i know you desire me
with the whisper of the night
with the set of the sun
with the dawn
i know....you know, i wait for you
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2018 4:42pm
7th Apr 2018 4:42pm
dawn
just before dawn.
does the dark comfort you?
is it your light?
do the sheets caress your skin?
...like your lover's hand.
do the sheets fall from your erect nipples?
...giving light to the night.
...just before the dawn.
does the dark comfort you?
is it your light?
do the sheets caress your skin?
...like your lover's hand.
do the sheets fall from your erect nipples?
...giving light to the night.
...just before the dawn.
#night
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2018 2:11pm
6th Apr 2018 2:11pm
vanishing
morning arrives
the day begins
i roll over
my dream
vanishing
you fade
as my eyes open
longing for night
haunting me now
come Lady Moon
cast your light
bring her back
bring her back
without her
my dream lacks
the day begins
i roll over
my dream
vanishing
you fade
as my eyes open
longing for night
haunting me now
come Lady Moon
cast your light
bring her back
bring her back
without her
my dream lacks
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 4:58am
18th Feb 2018 4:58am
one thing
the moons come and go
from sun rise to sun rise.
whirlwinds, dance upon your mind
as do fairies, fluttering amongst the morning's dew.
gold dust and glowing rainbows
happiness and anticipation posing as a goal
leaving only trails of mindless puzzles
and unanswered prayers.
if there were one thing that i could do for you,
i would stop time,
slow down your world,
slow down its pace,
let your sun set upon your pastures of joy, ...
from sun rise to sun rise.
whirlwinds, dance upon your mind
as do fairies, fluttering amongst the morning's dew.
gold dust and glowing rainbows
happiness and anticipation posing as a goal
leaving only trails of mindless puzzles
and unanswered prayers.
if there were one thing that i could do for you,
i would stop time,
slow down your world,
slow down its pace,
let your sun set upon your pastures of joy, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 4:47am
18th Feb 2018 4:47am
the approach of seasons
the warmth of summer falls with the leaves
as the approach of seasons to come.
warmth is your look
the simple smile
from the fullness of your lips
giving away your wish.
gentle eye contact
comes for our moments together
the inability to resist
glance after glance.
and as lancelot stole from arthur
so do I intend
the heart of the non-expecting
in time it all will mend.
the foreboding winter
threatens the edge of my steel
but given to chance, just as the glance
all will...
as the approach of seasons to come.
warmth is your look
the simple smile
from the fullness of your lips
giving away your wish.
gentle eye contact
comes for our moments together
the inability to resist
glance after glance.
and as lancelot stole from arthur
so do I intend
the heart of the non-expecting
in time it all will mend.
the foreboding winter
threatens the edge of my steel
but given to chance, just as the glance
all will...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2017 7:16pm
23rd Nov 2017 7:16pm
once again your eyes
your eyes look up at me,
toy with me...
i look down,
your eyes so wide...
they gaze at me...
how can i not look...
your eyes have hold of me...
have a special grip...
like that of a whip...
they cast on me...
your eyes..i beg of thee...
tell me of your eyes...
and what do they magically see...
on your magical eyes...
i see them,
i see them..hoping to hear what they have to say.
to read them more...
to see what means most, what they adore,
what brings fright...
and curious...
toy with me...
i look down,
your eyes so wide...
they gaze at me...
how can i not look...
your eyes have hold of me...
have a special grip...
like that of a whip...
they cast on me...
your eyes..i beg of thee...
tell me of your eyes...
and what do they magically see...
on your magical eyes...
i see them,
i see them..hoping to hear what they have to say.
to read them more...
to see what means most, what they adore,
what brings fright...
and curious...
#spiritual
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2017 3:57pm
2nd Mar 2017 3:57pm
to take your hand
Ah, but to take your hand,
and venture down amongst the faeries' land.
Nestled deep just past what a garden grows
safe, we are, within the midnight’s glow.
Pathway presented, in woven maze,
marbled by a fog’s reflecting haze.
Mysteries… do we venture more?
Expectation, sighted,
ah , yes this be our lure.
At the path’s end
cattails and iris bloom,
we are guarded from the witch’s doom.
Firmly planted, we, on solid ground
nature’s gifts, provided sweetly, by her sound.
Wood line and greenish hues,
the water meanders and...
and venture down amongst the faeries' land.
Nestled deep just past what a garden grows
safe, we are, within the midnight’s glow.
Pathway presented, in woven maze,
marbled by a fog’s reflecting haze.
Mysteries… do we venture more?
Expectation, sighted,
ah , yes this be our lure.
At the path’s end
cattails and iris bloom,
we are guarded from the witch’s doom.
Firmly planted, we, on solid ground
nature’s gifts, provided sweetly, by her sound.
Wood line and greenish hues,
the water meanders and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2017 8:44pm
1st Mar 2017 8:44pm
alabaster jar
For you have become
as to me, you are,
the rose upon the alabaster jar
a chalice, a vase
as my fingers lace
entwined
at your base.
Flowing is your hair
curling red by compare
the porcelain, the china, your face
my eyes give trace
smooth and distinct lines
captured, intrepid image, your beauty binds
as to me, you are,
the rose upon the alabaster jar
a chalice, a vase
as my fingers lace
entwined
at your base.
Flowing is your hair
curling red by compare
the porcelain, the china, your face
my eyes give trace
smooth and distinct lines
captured, intrepid image, your beauty binds
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