A Rose

A rose
soft, gentle,
scent sweet.
A thorn to prick
Blood to drip,
Petals soaked in red
Becoming withered;dead,
Red wine to taste
And seeing his face
In the garden.
A rose
Gripping
Blood dripping,
Tears red
To shed.
Roses and wine
To be mine,
To taste,
To see his face in the garden
His smile to send
For a rose to bloom within. ©LauraLynnPoetry

Picture present here is from a shared site on Google and the artist was not listed

The Run

I feel the run,
The need
The fuel
The muscle burning
As the legs
push forward.
The breathing
Steady, fast, hard
The heart
Beating in rhythm.
The wind cool
Fast against the skin,
The feet
pushing through the grass
Over the hills
Through the tress
Limbs hitting the leaves.

I feel the run,
The need
Fueling the power
To go faster
Faster up the hill.
Need the climb
The burn in my muscles
The top is not far.
I hear them
Panting behind me
Soon they will be
Beside me
Running with me,
Running as one.
I can hear their call
In the distance behind
I burn harder
Needing to feel the wind more
To feel free.
They are beside me now,
I can feel the softness
As they brush me,
Fueling me with
Their strength,
Carrying me with
Their love.

I feel the run,
The need
Muscles burning
Carrying me up the hill,
The heart beating faster
Breathing flowing harder.
I feel this run
A victory to be won
And we are all running as one
To the top
The very top
To stand together
Beside each other
At the top
The very top.
Wind strong, demanding
The howl in the distance
The call rumbling in the chest,
From my lips, I howl
And they bow,
For I feel the run
And we are one,
We are one!

07/15/2010

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Release Me

I feel for your lips
In the dark
Feeling your skin
Stuck within,
Waiting, needing it
To
Release me.

I have a prison
Built within,
Buried inside you
Needing to
Break within.

For I am in flames!
I'm in flames!
Burning inside of you
Consumed by this sin
Waiting for your skin
To
Release me.

I feel your kiss
In this darken void,
Feeling your heart beat
Submitting to your heat.
It is burning
I am burning,
Only you can subside,
Only you can subside.

For I am in Flames!
I'm in flames!
Inside of you
To break me from this sin
And waiting for your skin
To
Release me.

copyright 2010

give your thoughts on this poem. I'm not completely satisfied with it as of yet.
I have submitted this on jingle poetry. http://www.jinglepoetry.blogspot.com

Motivation

I am having a motivation crisis! I have all of these thoughts jumbling around in my head but no motivation to put them down. I don't even want to. I actually want to go to sleep. I think there is something wrong with me. Someone help me please!


Maybe a bike ride this evening will help???

Poetry Today

Should I be worried for my poetry by entering into this new world of poetry? I have been reading a lot of the current poetry today, wondering what happened to actual, classic poetry. A lot of it seems to be in story form. I feel like I'm reading a story and not poetry. The new generation of poetry has lost all rhythm, flow, and beauty.

I fear that my poetry will not meet the new standards that has generated for poetry. I am lost when reading it. I have no idea what the the writer is talking about, expressing, or visualizing. I can not enter into the poet's world, for I am lost at lines added that shouldn't be added. However, these poets are receiving awards and publication.

In my opinion it is not a poem unless it can flow and has a rhythm to it. I am not talking about rhyming I am talking about rhythm. I was taught that a poem not matter what style, needs rhythm.

There are great poets out in the world but are they going unnoticed? Do we all need to subject our style and rhythm to the new generation standards in order to be noticed? This new generation of poetry has corrupted the beauty that once was poetry. It is disgusting!

Random thought for the day

The air cool, warm
Settling on the skin,
Tingling the nerves.
The sensation
mesmerizing.

copyright 2010

Kentucky Weather

I love Kentucky weather and for those that do not know me, I'm being sarcastic. It has stormed all day, flooding the streets and flooding my dept at my work. Now the sun is shining like it never stormed at all. At least it is cool.....around the 70s, which is really nice considering the horrible heat wave we have had the past few weeks. The humidity is also down...surprising for Kentucky. As they always say in if you don't like the weather in KY wait 20 minutes and it will change.