Me, Myself and Anita

[anita.a]

Thank you so much Emilio for reading and liking some, appreciate your time.

Music of Life...

From the tip of your fingers to my face
A song passed into my being,
The rhythm and rhyme of my heart beat
slipped a note. The tunes got jumbled
as two lips hummed love together.

[anita.a]

Your Naughtiness

The sunset was not the only one
Nor were the flying birds the only ones
The naughty look in your eyes
Waiting to steal a moment,
Was enough to tell that it was dusk.

[anita.a]

Sorry Moderators.... making up with some poems...

That Night

The clouds parted ways
And the first droplets slithered
their way into the wetlands.
Ecstasy raised its face again
and glared at the sky.


Love Haiku

Curling up, high up
Meeting blue eyes and red lips
Merging sun and rain.

[Emily Bronte]

Anita,

These last three entries have a quiet charm I am really enjoying.

We are so close to the finish line!

Cheers,

Mari.

[anita.a]

Losing Myself for the First Time

Before the storm
could sweep away
the happiness of being
at the peak of intimate romance;
before the floods washed
away the clear lines
of love in abundance;
before the earthquake shook
the awakening elation
of being together forever,
I crumbled into the arms
of my life to be devoured
with utmost gentleness
and affection.


Pure Love and Nothing Else!

I saw the tears in your eyes and smiled.
I realized the moment of happiness
worth living for.
I saw the smile on your lips and cried.
I realized the moment of melancholy
worth dying for.

[anita.a]

I know I'm short of some poems, but at least I reached the finish line... yay!!

Till Death Do Us Apart!!

I stood there perplexed!
The splatter of red all over
Zoomed out my sight
Into a frantic mode
Of visionary murders
All around me,
With me included.
A moment ago was when
The little chatter
Of the green eyed girl
Echoed into the wee hours
As she swayed her hips to
The beat of her heels.
What zoomed past her
was in the form of a machine
Hydroplaning her blood
Like dirt on the dashboard,
Continuing the jarring music
Into the roads of oblivion.
The beauty of the designer
Was scattered into shards
Of fabric perhaps for use
As a rag to clean the dirty
Road done by the brat;
And the broken heel
Gored all the spectators
for the price of a life!

[M]

You're definitely not the only one...I know I'm short a couple as well. I agree...congrats on crossing the finish line!! I just enjoyed "Losing Myself for the First Time", particularly the last 4 lines. Good stuff!!