Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag

Imagine what is done

The quickening of my heartbeat at your faintest touch; evidence you are more to me than any others I have ever known. My heart has never beat this fast for someone; not for love, nor hate, or both. The flutter in my stomach when you speak my name; attests that you’re affecting me unlike any […]

Posted July 9, 2016 by Inferno in Bardic Reflection

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Vexation~ A poem

Vexation ~ Isolated from humankind, free of bothersome demands I find union with creation. Serenity is salvation. A fictitious audience, ghosts often from my past, critique work as it progresses. Phantoms cheering my successes. This solitary time is pretense. No way to elude pestering demands. Called away from artistic rapture, burdens triumphant in my recapture. —– […]

Posted September 6, 2011 by Inferno in Bardic Reflection

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Go on – A Poem

Go on ~ How can I go on without you, when everything I have ever done, everything I have ever thought, everything I have ever wanted, every thing I planned to do, was for you? How can I forget you, when all my dreams, all my hopes, all my faith, all my love, was for you? […]

Posted September 6, 2011 by Inferno in Bardic Reflection

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I Miss – Maybe a poem… or just a string of thoughts

I miss ~ I miss eating out coming home playing pool lying in bed singing badly driving around fresh made coffee smoking cigarettes drinking at the bar Getting in arguments looking at the trees talking in the morning dancing in the kitchen walking down the street watching tv on the couch shopping for things not needed with […]

Posted September 5, 2011 by Inferno in Bardic Reflection

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Insomnia ~ Personal poetic injustice

insomnia ~ Eyes sting burning, itching. Back is sore aching, bruised. Heart beats fast racing, buffeting. To hot perspiring, torrid. Trapped claustrophobic, brain-sick. Head spins accelerating, reeling. Lying here awake, insomnia.

Posted September 5, 2011 by Inferno in Bardic Reflection

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scent ~ or crush # 5 ~

scent ~ or crush # 5 ~   Ah, she left a bit of clothes soft, warm, her scent, longing grows I hold them to my cheek and sigh, wondering if she knows.   Her scent, gives me vision to see only her love can set me free I hold them to my cheek and […]

Posted September 5, 2011 by Inferno in Bardic Reflection

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