The Inner Sanctum

kerry · Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:58 pm

Thats ok poe I always do love reading your poems :-D

blueangel · Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:06 am

Poe...that is beautiful....I knew you wouldn't let me down.. :)

Love Sally XxX

dragonpoe · Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:08 pm

Glad you liked it, sally.
Thanks for reading.
:)

kerry · Thu Jun 14, 2007 1:39 pm Exploding passion

right ok here is mine

Exploding Passion

I dare not look in case you see,
See the passion, wanting in my eyes
As you sit and talk to me.

reach out touch my hand, pull me close
start to shake, nerves set in
whisper reassuring words in my ear

As I look into your eyes I see
The wanting, passion The needing,
Like fire burning through

move closer till our lips meet.
Soft, gentle and sweet.

Pull away slowly but wanting more
Feel the passion
As our hands gently wonder
Touching each other
till we cant take no more.

Cant take no more exploding passion
As our bodies gently meet, whispering reassuring words
As we finally become one.

kerry 14.6.07

blueangel · Thu Jun 14, 2007 2:42 pm

Wow. Kerry!!! That's is beautiful.....sexy, sensuous, love it!

Sally XxX

kerry · Thu Jun 14, 2007 5:55 pm

Thank you sally but it isnt quite right
dont know why but it isnt :?
may change it later on.
thanks again :-D

dragonpoe · Sat Jun 16, 2007 12:23 am

Ooh who turned the heat up in here?
Well mine is not racey like yours kerry. but here it is.
My newest Poem with A Picture.

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And how
did I come to end like this?
Was it the way you whispered my name?
Or the way you tasted from that kiss?

And how
did I come to lose my bearings?
Tossed upon the seas
of loving you
of losing me
And failing to remember
how to swim.

And how
Can I rectify my reasons
for holding on too tight
forsaking the light
and falling to the ground
at your feet?

And how
Am I to crawl out from this bottle
find my way home
when I dread the silence
of being alone?

And how
I love you more
even when
I can't quite reach
you.

©dragonpoe
6/15/07

kerry · Mon Jun 18, 2007 1:28 pm

Love it poe :-D

blueangel · Wed Jun 20, 2007 6:47 pm

How about this picture......I haven't contributed to this thread yet so I'd better get cracking!!

dragonpoe · Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:41 pm

Alrighty then *cracks knuckles*
Let's begin the ascent up these wonderful stairs and see what's at the top, shall we??? written right off the cuff
Here goes:

{STEP}
I could not have prepared myself
for the task at hand-
Feeling totally captivated by a
man I can't understand.

Thorns grip and rip at this fraying
soul that teeters on the brink
I would never have guess it could be
my heart sinking deep.

{STEP}
I promise I can make the climb
I just think you need to know-
I never thought I'd bargain for
a piece of your fragile soul.

With velvet moss on either side
and stone beneath my feet
I always swore I'd never ascend
nor find my love complete.

{STEP}
Who can compromise something so delicate
when it rises up before them?
How could I find justice in this
if I didn't know how to begin?

Here I am, two steps from the top
{Step}
and I feel my spirit quiver
Here I am one step from the top
{Step}
and I felt a piercing shiver!

{Step}
Acension never felt so sweet
tho' I never thought I'd make the climb
But here I am, kneeling before you
offering all that I am -

My heart in my hand
love in my eyes
And a very long fall behind me.
But at least I climbed those

Steps.

©dragonpoe
6/23/07

blueangel · Sat Jun 23, 2007 4:16 pm

Well, DragonLady of Poe...this is superb!!! Love the "step" effect...carried me right through to the end!!

I'll have to get my brian in gear!!

Love Sally XxX

dragonpoe · Sat Jun 23, 2007 4:38 pm

You better!!
hehe
Thank you, Sally. I usually don't add effects like the { } in my writing, but this one took it on its own and told me what to do, and I thought they'd be fitting with the idea of physically stepping up each stone.

Now, I'm anxiously awaiting your contribution!
~Poe

dragonpoe · Wed Jul 11, 2007 4:13 am

Laying on the sofa, listening to Tori Amos, this came to me suddenly.. so I figured I'd better get off my keister and scribble it. Then I found the picture. Hope you like....

The prophets say the end is coming
All of this, our dark undoing.
But I say, come bring it on –
It’s not the end, but a new dawn

To a life where the rain flows free
Fields weave carpets of emerald green
Faery tiptoe all around the bend
And I sail upon the northern wind.

Tap your books and bow your heads
I’ll meet the tempest head on instead
Fire to fire, no ash remains
Face tilted to the rain.

Racing dragons, riding the phoenix
Diving quick, off the summit
Of yesterday, where all was dying
Angels bled and God’s found crying –

This ain’t the end, it’s a new dawning
To a new revolution, my sweet calling.
Moonlight glitters in this rebirth
Rising up, our Mother Earth.

©dragonpoe
7/10/07

dragonpoe · Mon Aug 27, 2007 8:31 pm Troubled Water

*Looks like I beat you to it, Sally!! Hope to see yours soon enough.*

Where do dreams go? The broken ones, the ones that have imperfections cracking their porcelain veneer. All those lovely dreams that mean so much to the spirit yet weigh nothing in reality.

I think I found the place.

So dark and steady, the water falls, pouring over the threshold of all that is blissful and beautiful. Crowned on either side by green, like life, so fresh and vital, swaying in the summer-blushed breeze. Over, in graceful arches, the bridges of Here and There cross. Stone for stone, carved by wanting hands, innocent hands, greedy – dirty little bastardly hands.

But the other side is not where those dreams reside. They are the water. The body of the fallen, the damned, the depthless formation of all that will never be, rushing over the edge to plummet in extravagant spray and picturesque motion.

God damn me for ever wishing. For all those stupid pennies I cast into the water. Now, as I stand on the bridge, half way between Here and There, I can only think of one thing:

I need to throw myself over the edge and become one with the water. One with all those broken dreams, plummeting down, down down. So dark and steady, beyond that which moves with life.

©dragonpoe
8/27/07

dragonpoe · Sun Sep 09, 2007 1:49 pm

*a new one written a few moments ago*

I am the tree, branches bent low beneath the weight of a multitude of emotions:
Fiery desire coloring tender leaves auburn and orange while tentative fears shadow the ground at my roots - roots so firmly planted in your soil, rich and fertile, nourishing me with the sweetest essence of life.

In the springtime winds, I shake my head, revelling in the sensation of your breath upon my brow as you sleep - peaceful and calm, your mind wandering lavendar skies while mine tiptoes every inch of your body.

I want to reach out and caress the line of your jaw, the curve of your shoulder, the hollow of your throat, oh how my lips tremble! Wanting to plant tiny seeds of passion there. But I cannot touch you, I can only lay here and think of how I continue to grow beneath the sun that is you...

I am the tree, you are the universe.

©dragonpoe
9/9/07

photo borrowed from http://spirit50.stumbleupon.com who found it here:
http://www.arboresque.com