Poetic Might

28/08/2022

"RUMOUR"
The poem coming UP...

05/06/2022

Hey friends... It's been awhile

24/06/2020

15/05/2020

June

Just a stare, and then, a stirring touch.

Subtle bites here and there,
what bees do to the nectar of a honeysuckle.

And it goes tender obscene,
Sleaking past the silky black Lace

Reaching for the honeycomb
A blast of breath coaxing
flame of passion

Shades of pain and pleasure
Drips wax of eternal bliss
Whispers of songs of delight
what a heaven.

Then it goes again, again and again
In the rhythm of a lust song

Blame it on the Night Rain

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Liberty J.
(Poetic Might)

30/04/2020

Give it a Title

15/01/2019

Take, O Take

TAKE, O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Bring again— Seals of love, but seal’d in vain, Seal’d in vain!

(Shakespeare)

17/10/2018

Dancing in the rain
While it rage
The storms still young
Pitipata was the song

Engulf in youthful venom
Pirouette in rhythm
Of an antsy droplets
Drench of my tears

lightening, thunder
Veils my fears
In the volume of dark
Clouds thrive a smile

Like the bloom of the
flowers, coated in freshness
Of the morning dew
a cynosure of east Sun
Far oceans edge

Through I could tell
The dance is changed