Tina's rhythmic poems

What willowy hand has taken my heart And what happiness is this, to see it part. Shivering from the past it leapt into your palm And as you shade the sun, it lies so calm. Time could be a breath or all the words i have left, For every minute given i shall forfeit the rest. To what can one compare... Sign in to see full entry.

A touch of something new brushed past me and caused a stir, Perhaps even magic swirled a while, sprinkling what can occur. Giggles and whispers whipped around, teasing with their sound, Pausing, i took a breath, and opened my eyes to what can be found. Sign in to see full entry.

I peeped cautiously into the wishing well Perhaps i could see what my wish would tell, The fish have it now Gently feeling it's weight and caressing the colour, They capture my gaze and smile, For a wish is not known in a mere flutter. Sign in to see full entry.

Sweet scented joy that strokes my day, Why can you not be with me always? I prance and i play and blossom in your rays, And forget the darkness that is abiding its play. But too soon you leave and fear takes hold, For when shall you return? How long shall i be cold? A scent of a shiver caresses my... Sign in to see full entry.

My life rushes by as water over weeds, The tears i cry in my soul forever breed. But when a butterfly lands on the blossom i adore I shiver and frown at my thoughts so forlorn! Sign in to see full entry.

Sweet sloppiness of my drunken tongue, Slurring with humour on our words and puns, Scintillating, invigorating and stimulating fun, Treasures of life and the meaningless of one. Sign in to see full entry.

A new morning dawns, wishes and expectations are clearly drawn, Imbibe this day with lust, do not look back on past mistakes and mourn. Moments are given to cherish and capture within our own hearts, Suck on the taste of life, sweet succulent centres forming intricate parts. Sign in to see full entry.

I trip and i fall and i weep against the pain, Yet the next step i attempt has me stumbling again. My feet are swollen and my hands bleeding red, Each leg is now trembling for the path that lies ahead. My eyes seem blinded to the holes in which i fall, Perhaps beauty camouflages their enticing call.... Sign in to see full entry.

My pen is held by your scented breath, It reaches down and inks in my depths. Coiling around the throbbing of my pain, Then laid to rest until needed again. Sign in to see full entry.

Without a doubt, thee most frustrating aspect of my life....is me. Numerous hours have i spent laughing or crying at my absurdities, Almost every day ends with the hours mistakes lying helplessly, For i fear they too have given up on their host, for no changes can be seen. At times my will boldly... Sign in to see full entry.