A Poets Dilemma Of Love
A Poets Dilemma of Love
Bubbling troubling thoughts
pressed against my mind
My heart right on the spot
my mind covering over copes
of ideas what to say
what to write about my days
what my heart feels
what my body needs
I sent to sanctuaries where
graves lay with my heartaches
running in deep agony
This haunting that don't go away
dilemma of the undesirable lies
unpleasant hate lost in faith
The choices that we make
Cumbersome pain to hard to handle
without deep faith
Easily the wind drifts the mind
away to a place of the unknown
Climb aboard and float away to
the sea and dream
Of you and me
A photographic memory
taking pictures depicted in my eyes
fantasizing a dream of true love
which one day it may true
Awkward and clumsy ,uncontrollable
but related to faddish devotion
A gem to spend hours
formulating pearls to
unfold why run in Rome
a place called home
form through brain storm
That has no end but
known to create creativity
My poetic mind can charm you
Thee electricity run deep
to write words in time of lovers lines
this is one of a kind
ten thousands volts of you and I
traveling through my spine
through my heart to my mind
the touch of your hand make my
poetic mind spine
My mind ,my hand that moves this pen
The black ink on silk paper to write
my poetic lines on time
to end the sands from sinking away
Thinking if we stay stained in ink
the heart will sink
A loves poem I will write from my heart
to your heart that will last forever
in any type of weather
whenever anyone reads about us
bleeding , blood stained poetry
to know it's us on this piece of silk
poetic paper that will revile our
True love to the world
evaporated in the ways that we think
the way that we feel
the way our hearts beat as one like
a big old poetic drum that goes boom ,boom
I Love You
That others can read about you and me
our love did sink in the night
it is making Love in the midnight skies
In the Mediterranean Sea our heart did bleed
Imagining in one blink to think
What could ever had gone wrong in a sad
poetic song
Even though our souls live on
Born from every word drawn from eyes
Realizing we will always be alive
even after we die
To all artist
To all poetic of true Love
Poets of haters
poets of Lovers
We shall all bleed out with true loves Ink
on that silk poetic paper
with time the age of
eternally exist
the ink of the heart and mind to all mankind
of of you and I .
Lilly Emery
Poets heart