Author Topic: Victoria's Poetry Stop (Read 55738 times)

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #435 on:** April 27, 2016, 10:58:21 pm »

BREATHLESS

To breath you into my soul, never to exhale again.
Would our luv, loose control.
Breathing life, to luv again.
Awaken my soul, and take control.
Touching my heart, with your sweet caress.
With the feeling, ov your luv.
Take away, my emptiness.
Feeling with my mind, visions I have hold ov you.
Oh my luv, how you move me around.
Like a quake, shifting the ground.
Destined is our hearts, to turn upside down.
Fires that burn from within, creating that golden sound.
Quicken the heartbeats, as they pound.
Simmering to your touch, shivering I feel the rush.
With your caress, you cast your spell.
Such finesse, my heart you do compel.
Souls' sigh, when whispers ov you are surreal.
Breathless souls begin.

Divine Metamorphoses · « **Reply #436 on:** April 27, 2016, 11:14:58 pm »

Breathlessly love it!

Clay Death · « **Reply #437 on:** April 27, 2016, 11:21:18 pm »

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #438 on:** April 29, 2016, 04:15:54 am »

Thank you lady D, it hard but we proceed, with prose we hope to conceive. 😚

Thank you my dear, the images ov color.
Prismatic in everyway, very beautiful work.
Destined to stay.😚

EquineAnn · « **Reply #439 on:** April 29, 2016, 06:58:53 am »

I've brought my latest poem for you as I thought you might like it.

I've always loved horses, ponies & donkeys too.
I always wanted to own 1.
I know I'm not the only 1. Most little girls do.
They're all beautiful, whether black, white, grey, chestnut or dun.

I never even got the chance to learn to ride.
I only ever got the chance to see 1 who lived nearby & stroke & feed it.
It was lovely being by its side.
I was taught to lay my hands flat when feeding it apples & carrots so my fingers wouldn't get bit.

I'd love to go somewhere like Shetland, Eriskay, Connemara, Newforest, Dartmoor, Exmoor or the Camargue where they are in the wild.
Those holidays would be a dream to me.
I've always wanted to do this since I was a child.
They are places I'll always want to be.

All the talk of the role of horses in the past first got me interested in history.
Why I've always been attracted to them is such a mystery.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #440 on:** May 01, 2016, 03:26:50 am »

Wonderful poem lady Anne and thank you sharing.

If only we were kids again, and able to turn things around.
We could do it, the way we do now.
Writing our poems, and enjoying as it shows.
Luv ya my dear friend, beautiful you stand.😚

EquineAnn · « **Reply #441 on:** May 01, 2016, 07:16:58 am »

Thank you very much, Lady Victoria. A friend of mine suggested I write a sonnet about horses so that was my attempt. You're welcome. There are a lot of things I would change though, like getting a job straight away instead of going to college.

Clay Death · « **Reply #442 on:** May 01, 2016, 10:08:56 pm »

One Knight's Passion

by Sea_of_okc

There is no dragon's fiery breath
No black knight's sword dealing death
No creature of the land or sea
Could keep me from possessing thee
There is no thing that I could find
Not strong ale nor sweet wine
Even Merlin's herbs and such
Pale beside my lady's touch
There is no rose could smell so sweet
No fair maiden I might meet
No body in the sky above
That could outshine my lady love
There is no challenge I won't take
No quest too bold for me to make
No ties from which I wouldn't part
To win my fairest lady's heart
On my honor this I swear
All my life with you I'll share
I pledge my sword, my heart, my name
Pray tell me lady you'll do the same

Clay Death · « **Reply #443 on:** May 01, 2016, 10:10:21 pm »

Quote from: pryzmsticv on April 27, 2016, 10:58:21 pm

BREATHLESS

To breath you into my soul, never to exhale again.
Would our luv, loose control.
Breathing life, to luv again.
Awaken my soul, and take control.
Touching my heart, with your sweet caress.
With the feeling, ov your luv.
Take away, my emptiness.
Feeling with my mind, visions I have hold ov you.
Oh my luv, how you move me around.
Like a quake, shifting the ground.
Destined is our hearts, to turn upside down.
Fires that burn from within, creating that golden sound.
Quicken the heartbeats, as they pound.
Simmering to your touch, shivering I feel the rush.
With your caress, you cast your spell.
Such finesse, my heart you do compel.
Souls' sigh, when whispers ov you are surreal.
Breathless souls begin.

magnificent prose lady V.

Clay Death · « **Reply #444 on:** May 01, 2016, 10:11:16 pm »

Quote from: EquineAnn on April 29, 2016, 06:58:53 am

I've brought my latest poem for you as I thought you might like it.

I've always loved horses, ponies & donkeys too.
I always wanted to own 1.
I know I'm not the only 1. Most little girls do.
They're all beautiful, whether black, white, grey, chestnut or dun.

I never even got the chance to learn to ride.
I only ever got the chance to see 1 who lived nearby & stroke & feed it.
It was lovely being by its side.
I was taught to lay my hands flat when feeding it apples & carrots so my fingers wouldn't get bit.

I'd love to go somewhere like Shetland, Eriskay, Connemara, Newforest, Dartmoor, Exmoor or the Camargue where they are in the wild.
Those holidays would be a dream to me.
I've always wanted to do this since I was a child.
They are places I'll always want to be.

All the talk of the role of horses in the past first got me interested in history.
Why I've always been attracted to them is such a mystery.

very impressive lady Ann.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #445 on:** May 02, 2016, 02:02:33 am »

Thank you very much, Clay.

Clay Death · « **Reply #446 on:** May 02, 2016, 11:30:49 pm »

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #447 on:** May 03, 2016, 01:44:59 am »

PHAZE OV MIND

My mind goes thru a phaze sometimes.
Dismal and mundane, or crazy as hell.
Darkness can never tell, walking thru the shadows ov my mind.
Its better to embrace, the evils that I find.
Compressing my good, with the unkind.
Delivering a helping hand, caresses my mind.
Makes me feel better, some ov the time.
It doesn't always take it, to the letter.
My heart try's to disengage, from all these feelings ov rage.
Periodically, I feel this way.
Putting my mind, in a phaze.
The things, that I read everyday.
What's wrong, with the people today.
Puts my mind, at a deficit to say.
Bothered by, the inhumanely treated.
Wishing there was a way, ov turning the mean into clay.
Maybe someday, visions we will see.
Kindness, will hale as referee.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #448 on:** May 03, 2016, 02:09:55 am »

That's a very good poem. I understand the feeling but when I'm thinking negative thoughts they're normally about myself & people who have been cruel to animals, children & the elderly or disabled. When I have conflicting opinions they're normally about myself. I'm hopeless, useless & stupid vs the I'm kind, polite, helpful & honest & can be quite intelligent actually.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #449 on:** May 03, 2016, 02:41:41 am »

Thank you lady Anne, you will never be ov the negative, you are a positive.
Someone that is worth, to talk to and meet.

You need not ever, put yourself down.
you are worth, every endeavor.
Stand tall forever, as if your head holds a crown.
Luv you my dear friend😚

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