Unrequited?

Beautiful I will always find you,

An inspiring and uplifting sight.

My feelings unbidden they grew,

Launched to the sky they took flight.

You are wonderful its time you knew,

In a dark world you are the light.

Home

It is not always tidy,

It is not always clean.

It sees the worst of you,

But its never mean.

It will offer you refuge,

A place to sleep.

It will provide you comfort,

when you need to weep.

It will fill with laughter,

Be a place to have fun.

It will keep your memories,

All those days in the sun.

It gives a sense of security,

Wherever you may roam.

It will always be there,

There is no place like home.

Friends

When times are hard and you are feeling low.

Think of your friends and your smile will grow.

They will pick you up

and dust you down.

Do whatever it takes to erase your frown.

So lets give thanks to them one and all,

Hold them in our hearts and once more walk tall.

Faith

What is faith?,

I hear you ask.

How to explain,

am I up to the task?

From the tiniest ember,

a flame can show.

feed it and fuel it,

feel warmth in its glow.

This is my answer,

I hope it is clear.

That you say not,

is my biggest fear.

The smallest of seeds,

all you need to sow.

Water and nurture,

reap what you grow.

Open your heart,

I try to explain.

So little required,

yet so much to gain.

A light in the dark,

keeping you safe.

The flickering candle,

that is faith.

Submitted

I have been reading some authors who write about Submissive and Dominant relationships. This poem is inspired by this topic of which I am still pretty ignorant......

Bound by one in whom I trust,

a surrender of my will.

Obey my sir I know I must,

or a punishment he will fulfil.

So I can please and sate his lust,

his training he does instill.

Until time ends and all is dust,

I will submit to him still.

Heaven Sent

What once was still,
as hard as stone.
Now is fluid,
in this shell of bone.

What thunderous noise,
such dizzying sound.
Replaces the silence,
within which I was bound.

This feeling of freedom,
this lack of restraint.
This purity of emotion,
which nothing can taint.

For all of this,
to whom do I owe?
Who is the one,
that to me did bestow.

There can only be one answer,
one reply which rings true.
The giver of these gifts,
My Angel is you.

I miss you

I don't think of you often enough,
you left a hole that is too big to fill.
Sometimes I want to curl up and cry,
Why oh why did you have to die?

When I think of you, of random stuff,
I crush my emotions by force of will.
Sometimes I want to curl up and cry,
Why oh why did you have to die?

It is still too raw the feelings so rough,
Tears I should spend and put in griefs till.
Sometimes I want to curl up and cry,
Why oh why did you have to die?

I can't release my pain, it is just too tough,
Doubtful of my ability to pay that bill.
Sometimes I want to curl up and cry,
Why oh why did you have to die?

I know my neck you would take by the scruff,
tell me to let it go, you will be with me still.
Sometimes I realise I should curl up and cry,
because I love you, I know I will try.

Marvelous - A poem in memory of my father

This is a reminder if you needed any,
Why our Dad was loved by so many.

We think of the Kinks and Doris Day,
And keeping us happy come what may.

He may have been thrifty, hoarding his treasures.
But his love he gave out in generous measures.

His walks on the head collecting golf balls,
And I can still hear his Trixie calls.

Down on the beach without a weather protector,
Scouring the sand with his metal detector.

Chatting to all his friends remembering past capers,
Or out on his bike delivering his papers.

If these thoughts don't do, use others if you'd rather.
But when you think of him, remember a loving friend, husband and father.

Poem-Romance

Beautiful i Will always find you,
An inspiring and uplifting sight.
My feelings unbidden they grew,
Launched to the sky they took flight.
You are wonderful its time you knew,
In a dark world you are the light.

Poem: Bed

The bed is the master,
always to be obeyed.
It's requests to be actioned,
but never delayed.
I ask of its greatness,
hope not to be dismayed.
An invite to the warmth,
Its snuggle filled glade.
Company is requested,
For games to be played.
But once in its power,
forever will be enslaved.

Poem: No place like it..

It is not always tidy,
It is not always clean.
It sees the worst of you,
But its never mean.

It will offer you refuge,
A place to sleep.
It will provide you comfort,
when you need to weep.

It will fill with laughter,
Be a place to have fun.
It will keep your memories,
All those days in the sun.

It gives a sense of security,
Wherever you may roam.
It will always be there,
There is no place like home.

Poem

Forbidden passion burning so bright,
Limbs entwined all through the night.
Exploring touch, ready now? not quite,
Pleasure builds, simple touch to ignite.
The climax of the act, a blazing light,
Still now, unclothed a wonderful sight,
A fledgling feeling born to take flight.