Tiss morn, tiss mild, tiss wet,
The tears from skies eyes fall here instead.
Although, yet her I have not met,
The rain pours down the moon possesses to set.
I drink to wake mind soul and body,
Hers a divine and magnificent lobby,
Maybe today her I will find.
Without the sight that comes from behind.
I’ve swam in rivers of rapture,
Still no hearts I have captured.
Awaiting truth, telling lies,
I say hello, she says goodbye.
Until my angel's golden hair,
Falls upon my lap, with body bare.
And gives me a hundred or more kisses,
Her soft red wet lips, never misses.
And love waited for days and for months,
Are here now for me, and right here in front,
Of my opened eyes and beating red heart,
The entire time that we were still torn apart.
I wait until I can't wait any longer
Her beauty puts me into a somber.
I pray for her to close the wood cellar door,
And end my childish lion, my sonorous roar.
For she has the power and purpose,
To control my heart that is a circus.
As I sift through pics, like the burning of sticks,
Making fires from dying dried orcas.
I stare at her, with thoughts so unfair,
As my heart and love here disperses.
She is my one, she is my only,
Her words lift my spirits when lonely,
Awaiting her touch,
Is almost too much
When despair becomes me, now so unique and as homely.
Until this foreshadowed occurrence,
My soul is in some kind of submergence,
Floats shallow in cold bluish clear lakes,
Awaiting my love for my sake
As my mind and my body to shake.
As I impatiently wait and await and await.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 6th, 2024 04:47
- Comment from author about the poem: This is Russain Beauty but a final version with a changed title that suits its purpose.
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Comments2
Great write
A statement of deep love and highest steam, as well as a pledge for the continuance of such. Nicely worded and stated.
Thanks all these poems I publish on this sight are usually 1st or 2 nd draft at best. This one has potential but I think it still needs some work. Lol. I do though appreciate your kind words of course.
I wasn't going to post this one as Albina is a girl from just outside of Russia who i have been exchanging letters with for several months. She is finally coming to visit me in Canada for the holidays so as long as I don't end up with a baby living in Russia. It should all be great for me. Lol
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