my arms embraced him as we met
my breath was warm against his neck
i did not know he'd strike a blow
quick and fast to my chest
he let me go and as i fell
on the floor i could not rest
i turned my head with heart in hand
he walked away without a glance
now he's gone
he left me here
all alone
bleeding tears...
Lizbeth Sanchez
I love my poems... but hate when I get the inspiration to write them. Some rhyme, some don't, some make sense and some wont... They are scattered throughout the cyber world and in the concrete world, on paper... here I hope to gather all of the ones I've written and begin writing some new ones...hopefully a lot happier.. lol... for me and perhaps others to enjoy. . .
Showing posts with label first-love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first-love. Show all posts
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Suffering
My heart suffers
my heart aches
my heart bleeds as it quakes
My heart slowly beats away
while it suffers
many pains
My heart listens to the cries
as it rips and tears inside
slowly dying from the fight
Lizbeth
(wrote this back in July of 2005)
my heart aches
my heart bleeds as it quakes
My heart slowly beats away
while it suffers
many pains
My heart listens to the cries
as it rips and tears inside
slowly dying from the fight
Lizbeth
(wrote this back in July of 2005)
My Love... My Light... My Dark...
.. i think of love most constantly...
... to love and hate most frequently...
...my inner voice is but a dream...
... to see the light it feels a scheme...
... i fade away from his light and being...
... yet he is there. there's no believing....
... yet he is there the all known... seeing...
... to love and hate ... it means believing...
... to love and hate most frequently...
...my inner voice is but a dream...
... to see the light it feels a scheme...
... i fade away from his light and being...
... yet he is there. there's no believing....
... yet he is there the all known... seeing...
... to love and hate ... it means believing...
Unrequited Dream
I put my life on hold
For a story yet untold
Who knew that you’d unfold
a story, not my own
A true treasure I had wove
Words of love mighty, bold
Misguided child! Fool’s gold!
Here I am alone and cold
Again… again! Unconsoled
Who knew, not I, not foretold
a story never to behold
a story never to be more!
but just a dream and nothing more...
Lizbeth
For a story yet untold
Who knew that you’d unfold
a story, not my own
A true treasure I had wove
Words of love mighty, bold
Misguided child! Fool’s gold!
Here I am alone and cold
Again… again! Unconsoled
Who knew, not I, not foretold
a story never to behold
a story never to be more!
but just a dream and nothing more...
Lizbeth
Senses
you
over
power
my senses...
I SMELL your intoxicating scent...
captures my attention
I TOUCH the smooth surface of your skin...
love the way you feel
I TASTE the light caress of your lips...
sweet nectar
I SEE your eyes...
bask in the warmth of your blue sky's...
I HEAR you, and am content...
rhythmic baritone
of your voice...
I love
it.
Lizbeth Sanchez
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