Tag Archives: #poems
and what of that desire
a pouring rain,
from the heavens, fall
through the funnel skies —
a splatter upon my roof
slanted tiles stacked. Yet,
another journey in the fall
a figural shaped as my heart
your tears seep into me that
ground of my spirit
a split
thunder-lightning show my face
from a celestial eye came tears
as an arrow
— my own eyes
which
are
that target
your tears pierced into
that countryside haven
and found your home
within my lonely soul
i kiss the tears
that bare your fire
:: 04-09-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #a hundred poems, #love, #poems, #poetry | posted in Love, Passion, Poetry, Romance
Tenderly, I touched
a garden unattended
that heart a field
bleed the seasons
across those crops
I missed but loved
my dear nature-love
what more of you
that the sun took
my youth and skin
I worked your soil
and sweat soul toil
for you I work
those vast fields
You produce bounty
such graceful crops
and I kiss your soil
and eat your fields
My muscle — your love
:: 04-08-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #breadbasket, #countryside #soil, #farmers, #food, #fruits, #garden, #poems, #poetry | posted in Citizen, Life, Nature, Poetry
So lady my gem
if i should say
what heavenly hymn
would your angel
unfurl her wings
a stimulation
God’s sensation
not too worry
He built it in
and I would take
that perfect bliss
lips need lips
and i have some
Fingers searching
there I find you
between those tears
and your eyes
I am not just love
but Cupid’s son
and I know love
it’s my burning fire
and my testimony
Love is the greatest
that greatest Truth
:: 04-08-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #love, #poems, #poetry | posted in Poetry
LOVE
is that chatterbox
a birdsong in morning
and softly whispers
incessantly at night
:: 04-07-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poems, #poetry | posted in Love, Poetry
MY calling card you touched
a heavy stock and rough
that dream in stocking
those days a top hat
and knickers as much
the rules of etiquette
distribute upon my visits
that servant received
the card upon silver tray
and you would accept
my calling that day
if away that servant
would save my calling
and return I would —
another day
unless you sent to me
a card in envelope
and I would know then
a cold brush-off today
Such eloquence is lost
a great manner extinguished
but rare be the man today
that keeps tradition
a respect for women
:: 04-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #, #19th century, #calling card, #etiquette, #gentlemen, #poems, #poet, #poetry | posted in Poetry, Romance
confession: my life is emotion
more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better
a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk
and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage
a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotion — my dwelling hole
and at times the mountain peak
but often a middle ground —
therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word
that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #emotion, #human fraility, #poems, #poet, #poetry, #quasi, #surreal | posted in Life, Poetry, Surrealism
I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
:: 04-02-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dead women, #love, #poems, #poetry, #reincarnation | posted in Beauty, Death, Life, Love, Lust, Poetry, Reincarnation, Romance, Spiritual, Surrealism
when i posted my emotion
inside the stream of media
i did not wish you to die
but you took the words
and made them blades
and cut your veins girl
what she told her mother
was a ruse made in haze
and her haste did her in
girl…you are my life
but now in your death
you turn to me and cry
after all this time…
you still surprise me
a #selfie did you in
And in your life you said
that your pain will lead
to a pleasure beyond life
ah girl…now you live
a death in paradise
and pleasure six feet deep
:: 03-29-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #around-and-around, #poems, #poetry, #society, #teens | posted in Uncategorized
concerning the vampire
humans are worse —
the vampire drink blood
but humans
consume the carcass
:: 03-27-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #horror, #humans, #poems, #poetry, #sick, #vampire | posted in Death, Horror, Poetry
MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #dread, #life, #living, #poems, #poet, #poetry, #realilzation | posted in Awareness, Death, Horror, Life, Poetry
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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