senses
Eyes close with spite,
nose intoxicate drink it all in,
mouth taste with pure delight,
hands dance lay rest on skin,
senses be filled,
body be willed.
Eyes open catch your sight,
nose sink in sweet jasmine,
mouth be ready for this blissful night,
hands wander be bound by no sin,
senses be fooled,
body be ruled.
06-17-2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Nature's Nest | 2 | 06/18/2009 |
| Paradox | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| innocence shed | 3 | 06/17/2009 |
| tired | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| fora friend.... | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| emotions soar | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| what she sees | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| caught by sadness | 0 | 06/16/2009 |
| the one from above | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love at dusk | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| trapped | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| purgatory | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| broken promises | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| who we are | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love waiting to begin | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| emotions | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| waiting | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| senses | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Angels | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Muted Society | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
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