Sonnet Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2016 5:21am
22nd Mar 2016 5:21am
Symphony of Love
you bring the summer to my winter bed
making me warm with every touch, you make
through the warm breaths, I see the lips so red
don’t tease me my darling please heal this ache
the chills your foot gives me under the sheets
I try to fight your toes with mine you win
inside the coziness increased heart beats
you try to fight my toes with yours I win
lets drown our sizzling skins in reds and blues
dance passionately on this white canvas
to paint a masterpiece of purple hues
a modern art only belong...
#love
#romantic
#sonnet
573 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2016 5:21am
22nd Mar 2016 5:21am
Symphony of Love
you bring the summer to my winter bed
making me warm with every touch, you make
through the warm breaths, I see the lips so red
don’t tease me my darling please heal this ache
the chills your foot gives me under the sheets
I try to fight your toes with mine you win
inside the coziness increased heart beats
you try to fight my toes with yours I win
lets drown our sizzling skins in reds and blues
dance passionately on this white canvas
to paint a masterpiece of purple hues
a modern art only belong...
#love
#romantic
#sonnet
573 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2016 5:21am
22nd Mar 2016 5:21am
Symphony of Love
you bring the summer to my winter bed
making me warm with every touch, you make
through the warm breaths, I see the lips so red
don’t tease me my darling please heal this ache
the chills your foot gives me under the sheets
I try to fight your toes with mine you win
inside the coziness increased heart beats
you try to fight my toes with yours I win
lets drown our sizzling skins in reds and blues
dance passionately on this white canvas
to paint a masterpiece of purple hues
a modern art only belong...
#love
#romantic
#sonnet
573 reads
2 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
Quiet Desires
yearning pining never whole
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#love
#death
#sonnet #passion
#sonnet #passion
468 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
Quiet Desires
yearning pining never whole
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#love
#death
#sonnet #passion
#sonnet #passion
468 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
Quiet Desires
yearning pining never whole
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#love
#death
#sonnet #passion
#sonnet #passion
468 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
14th Jan 2020 2:44pm
Quiet Desires
yearning pining never whole
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#love
#death
#sonnet #passion
#sonnet #passion
468 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
271 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
271 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
271 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
271 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
271 reads
6 Comments
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