also very cool! i think parts 1&2 should be together.

woah, this is way cool! excellent write. gives me a shiver! I like this kind of stuff. Judgement DAY! and yet the universe weeps a loss.

that's very sweet

candle light dinner
a party of two
warm glowing feelings
my focus on you

lavish luxuries
a decadent dish
conversation flourishes
what more may we wish?

talk of the year to come
and laughter and remembrances
bathed in soft hues
warming your complexion

the fire light crackles
fire fly embers snap
excitement is building
what might there be next?

excited hazel eyes
and wine-wetted lips
glass in your hand
delicate fingers tip

your gentile loose fabric
drapes over your breasts
your sweet scented skin
you've gone straight to my head!

you might not have noticed
the wine has you floating
as you continue talking
know not knowing how you are provoking!

you don't see what i hide
a fantasy behind my eyes
rose peddles leading to our bedroom
two lover's delight

for what may happen this night
a dessert beyond measure
i crave you so much
you are are worth more than earthly treasure

yes. She is a woman that can soar to the skies but she can't live in that happy state that she finds. The one thing that's missing in her life keeps pulling her back down.

also in the last lines i was trying to point out that although missed opportunities are common, they are still very sad.

Thank you Athena

Wow this is powerful! This is way too cool and scary in an entertaining way. I especially like these lines:
"an obsession so intense
it needs no fire
it feeds on itself"

i like this one. a good write. I empathize, especially with that powerful last line.

wise words! good write

such anguish, conflict, passion, and turmoil. It makes me feel mixed up.

PP you are one cool dude. Your poem makes me crave absinthe! I like what you wrote. Nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.

she closes her eyes
and dances an empty place
then a sprit touches
and accelerates her pace

she dances the dark
to music without words
with no one to see her
she utters not

but in her mind
she can see earth's garden
and countless birds that fly
as they glide in unison, as if one
in the air they dance their own
and she asks, why must I be alone?

a moment's pause!
she loses step!
but regains balance
then is on again

with talent and skill
and all that she finds
in the gift of her nature
she climbs to the skies

above the birds, such joy to behold!
now that she sees
from a height far above
the highest of all trees

her pace quickens but a wild wind forms
the clouds overhead are in angry form
some thunder, and some rain, to warn
the heavens shall not let you stay

in a flash she is home
with a tired stare
thinking about what
her effort is for

she grows faint and fades
and looks all around
with not a soul to see her
and folds on the ground

he cannot save her
he cannot touch
he can only watch
on the other side
of some reality

somewhere far, far away
two lovers never meet

"I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God's creature, right? God's special creature. I've warned him, Kevin. I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a f***ing game. Like a wind-up toy. Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner. Eddie Barzoon... take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium. These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god. Where can you go from there? As we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity... and it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare; it's buy futures, sell futures... when there is no future. We got a runaway train, boy. We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistf*** God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean, as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to tote up their f***ing billable hours. And then it hits home. You got to pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. Your belly's too full, your d*** is sore, your eyes are bloodshot and you're screaming for someone to help. But guess what — there's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're God's special little creature."

-The Devil's Advocate

oooooooo i like this! fun to read, very creative and sexy!

really good. you've got an essential poetic skill! beautiful.

i like this poem in how it points to the kind of high you can get from nature. Welcome!

wow good writhing Athena!

thank you mig25!

thank you Athena and Penny!

i don't deserve
but still i dream
of touching your hair
and where I might dare

to breath in your essence
feel your soft skin
overtaking your nature
you take me in

torn and confused
my mind is fused
what is wrong is right
i know we might lose

i squeeze a pillow
and pretend it's you
and ask how it is that
i will get through

as i read your words
i hold on tight
like drug withdrawal
inside i fight

i need you now
but I don't know how
painted into a corner
what will hearts allow?

if you were only here
there would be no sorrow
for this night we might
steal from tomorrow

it is very beautiful