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Mic Buenafe Aug Jamie Riley Apr They look out from the terrace. At the borders of sight live rocky hills behind brown and golden and olive crop under a cloudless sky. Sun beams brighten motley roofs on tessellations which blacken beige in blurry air. Boys sprint across pavements and climb; men vault over fences in time for news to reach ears.
The rattling of cow bells and galloping nears. Men bait and dodge horns and escape through doors and up and over red wooden bars. Sticks beat on the concrete ground and drive the mute beasts's sounds. Seconds away — until the last, he side steps into a house; indoors, apart, he runs through the foyer and up the stairs around a corner. Long strides too fast to follow. She chooses left and sings soprano when doors won't budge and a beast crashed in.
She turns and the fear is paralysing. He grips the tail heaving its hide from side to side as hooves smash crates of wine, he slips and slides in fractured glass and finds a horn and yanks the head; is yanked instead, half dead before the men arrive down stairs to shout and kick it; strike and stick it smack and hit it; 'til it fits and quits and flees the foyer fast and frantic flying flustered by the frenzy finding the pattering of pavement petering into the street.
Men and women fuss and frown, always making sure. It was during a bull run in their village Fitero in Navarra, Northern Spain. The Moon has a gentle light, which he gifts the Earth, It could be compared to how you talk to a child; Careful, soft and in a sweet manner His light doesn't hurt me, which is what I adore, Therefore, is it bad that I tend to lose myself in his gaze?
When he rises over me, in a clear, registered pace? Without a sound I let go of all troubles, all pain, As the clouds open and it has stopped to rain, Many people do want to be the sun to brighten up anothers day, But not me, this is not something for me to say. I wish to be alike the moon, brighten up your darkest of times, And be here, to illuminate tomorrows very way Tug you into a delicate embrace, like his light tends to do And be here for you, till I have to rest too.
If you're into poetry and meeting other poets, join us to remove ads and share your poetry. At the borders of sight live rocky hills behind brown and golden and olive crop under a cloudless sky. Nothing can glimmer your dazzling light Believe me, you can scale pristine heights You are the brightest star ever Just let it shine sharp and clear. Whenever you need a helping hand, Read Complete Poem. With nothing but invisible arms. Only took a second To paint a peaceful picture upon my face.
Love is my favorite season. You brighten me Like the sunbeams through Grey clouds. When I wake up every morning I always watch you for a while Then I kiss you very lightly, Watch you lips turn to a smile. Your smile grows slightly wider, But you turn your face away, Hide your head under the pillow, Try to cheat the break of day. Your hair wisps round about you, Flows like water to your hips, But your neck soon bare before me Feels the pressure of my lips.
Then I touch you very lightly, Run my fingers down your spine, And your body gently waking Turns till eyes gaze into mine. And in that very moment, As your mouth seeks to entice, When I wake up every morning, I am lost in paradise. If in the morning when you wake, If the sun does not appear, I will be here.
If in the dark we lose sight of love, Hold my hand and have no fear, I will be here. I will be here, When you feel like being quiet, When you need to speak your mind I will listen. If in the morning when you wake, If the future is unclear, I will be here.
As sure as seasons were made for change, Our lifetimes were made for years, I will be here. How Do I Love Thee? How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!
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I Am Here to Stay. If you fall I will catch you, If you cry I will hold you, If I breathe I will love you, You are always on my mind, Occupying my thoughts from day to night, You are the sun of my mornings, And the moon of my nights, You are the stars shining on me, The angels watching over me, You are the love of my life, And every night before bed, I see you when I close my eyes, And when sleep come for me, You are waiting there in my dreams. We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.
I really love YOU I do?
So this is my way of showing you, I believe our dreams will come true. And may the smile that you get, when you feel the warmth it brings, stay with you all day, As I know we will be happy for the rest of our loving days…. The poems in this collection are all intended to be beautiful, romantic and sweet poems for her to wake up to, however many of these could be used any time of the day to express your love and show her how much you care about her and love her. Choosing the perfect I love you poems for her can certainly be a challenge because love is a profound emotion, often tough to capture in words.
We hope you both truly enjoyed these romantic and sweet good morning poems for her to wake up to. You could try reading through our collection of love poems for her to get some more inspiration.