PAINFUL THOUGHTS OF YOU
Raking golden colored leaves on my front yard
My body curls as cold air blows past my eyes into my heart
Painful thoughts of you welling up like tears deep inside
LOST IN LUST
Lost in the warmth of his timely words
I envisioned the embrace would be even better
Lust shaded my views as I succumbed to his will
OUR KISS
This breath
No longer warm
Just tepid
Stinking of lust
Ugly reminders of you
EVIDENCE
Your eyes are darts
Achingly piercing the heart
Scars and tears
Stained crimson red
Evidence of your hidden truth
UNTITLED: NEW FOUND LOVE
I am not defined by him
But this new found love sustains me
YOUR LOVE
In the heart of my poems
Lies your love
Beating my motives to life
YOUR LOVE II
Your love sits written in ink
Sealed with desire
On the tablet of my beating heart
Here now passion resides
Scribbled all over
You and I as one
YOU ARE MY POEM
You are my poem
I write in love
Youthful lust
And happy thoughts of you
CANVAS OF MY HEART
I spread this canvas of light
Golden in its ray
Like summer sun bright and warm
My heart paints
And caresses your name
In love
YOU ARE MY POEM II
You are my poem
The ying to this passionate yang
My calm and peaceful Zen
My inspiration and quiet meditation
I write in love of you
* A lovely, joyfilled week to you all*
Each lovely in their own right. I love all sorts of poems, but I’m always amazed by how much a person can say in so few words. I can’t do that…but you do it so well.
Oh Lily, you flatter me….i often marvel at how people can write sonnets and such classic beautiful poems…i don’t know if i can do those.
Thanks so much dear one. Hugs for a lovely week. God bless
I love all these… thank you…
Thank you as always sir
Very touching. thanks Boomie for the warm feelings on this cold day
Thanks so much Lesley for reading
Really beautiful, Boomie. I loved all, especially “Canvas Of My Heart”.
Thanks so much Esenga, very glad to know
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Beautiful, classic, elegant, you’re like a Victorian poet, exotic yet soft and tender, should I say more? You’re just a great poet, simple! Love it!!!!
Thanks so much, i really appreciate this very kind compliments
They’re all beautiful, can’t really say which one I like the best. Maybe You Are My Poem II
Thank you so much. Very nice of you to say
Oh so beautiful, Boomie.
Many thanks Madame Weebles.
so beautiful poetical touches… I loved them dear Boomie, Thanks and Love, nia
Very much appreciated Ms. Nia, thanks so much
Each more beautiful as they went on …not to say the first were not just saying I liked the last 3 the best. You are so amazingly talented I am surprised your not rejecting publishers.
Thanks so much. More like they are rejecting me lol…at least a few magazines, i submitted to said thanks, but no thanks lol. It’s all good. If this is what God has in store for me, i am certain it will happen in good time.
Hugs
It was like a string of pearls, Boomie. I just couldn’t think of anything else to compare it with. Felt really good reading the post.
Thanks so much dear Manu, i am most glad you enjoyed this
Wow–you have the whole spectrum of feeling here. I especially like how you capture love gone bad… Brilliant!
From you weaver of brilliant words, I am very grateful
Nothing is greater and most painful than love. Great collection!
I agree
. Thanks so much Ms. Jade
“Our Kiss” is very heavy duty. I love the way you seem to know love and lust from many sides!
Thanks so much Resa. Sent you an email last week i think. How are you holding up? Stay well dear one, hugs
Hugs!
xo
Oh what a fix I got tonight!!!
I was trying to decide which one I liked best, each time I read another
one whispers …so I will just Like them all!
Wonderful! I enjoyed them very much
Take Care…
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ladyblue
Thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed them all
I love them all too.
Thanks Gav!
“Your love II” – my fav
Thanks so much Stacy
Simply beautiful, all of them. what a delight!
Smiles…I responded to the duet. Let me know if it works out well
I, too, am just about to start a poem with “yin to my yang”. I’d have to borrow the “peaceful Zen” phrase too!
It’s always a kind of power, in my opinion, to be able to write short poems. It takes forethought (not to mention self-control) to stop talking and let the end be part of the eloquence. Many of these pieces are a testament to this.
Please borrow away
. Yea it takes self control…sometimes I think I am lazy by writing short poems but I think they come naturally and when I try to add more words I find I am BSing then, so I stop.
Thanks so much
loved each and every one of them…:-)
I am very glad
. Thanks
I can’t find poetry lie this ANYWHERE – either I am totally drawn to your poetry more and more each time, or you are just smoothly and quietly getting better and better, reaching your peak..
What imagery! ‘Canvas..’ makes me situate it in the south of France, but the first ‘raking’ is in the US for me. Others have definite Asian feelings to them – one clearly of course. Thank you – so much!
Oh thank you so much sir! I am most grateful…I really do hope you continue to find my works interesting, and deserving of your time.
I appreciate this, thanks so very much
poetry ”like” – typo – sorry.
Lol…we are all guilty
Boomie, all are amazing and I would be hard-pressed to say which I liked the most. Having said that, however, the last one particularly resonated with me. Have a lovely week.
You too…sorry for my late response….dealing with another brutal round of cold
. Thanks so much 
Sorry to hear it. Is this what happens when you have little ones around who are exposed to all sorts of little germies?
Yep
. They have been sneezing and coughing too. Thankfully they are much better and in their words can take care of mommy lol. Thank you, feel somewhat better this morning
Oh Boomie this is my favorite. You pulled out all stops and wrote a magnificent piece of work. It is truly epic! I bow to your greatness. I heard your heart in this. Love it.
Thank you so much Ms. Kim. Your kind comments always leave me happy, i apppreciate this comment. I truly enjoy doing this, and your comments are like icing on good cake
You’ve done it again, Boomie. These are just too wonderful, my friend.
I am most thankful
“Cold air blows past my eyes into my heart” – a brave, brutal, direct metaphor. These are beautiful poems but I think I like the first best. On a technical level, those first three lines show powerfully what I’m getting at when I advocate long lines. Break them up and you prettify them. As they are, they represent what you would naturally speak before pausing for breath, and that way you get a sweep of sound.
Oh Simon, I appreciate this in depth comment and analysis. Glad you like the first one, I am trying to learn and write different poetry forms so the first one is a sijo, an Asian form. Thanks so much.
Pleasure, Boomie! I worry sometimes that if I comment on technical things, it may suggest I’m not reacting to the heart of the poem, but both are interesting.
I don’t mind at all, in fact I might be a bother via yahoo though and send some poems from time to time for your honest review…technical and otherwise
Of course!