I have no choice; I have lost
my voice.
I cut myself to bleed my feelings out,
dripping love onto the paper below,
bestowing upon it a crimson glow.
I’ve bled these emotions for you.
The letters sing a passion’s song,
words that resonate through and through.
May they lead me to your warm heart,
into your embrace so tender,
nestled beneath bird’s lush feathers.
Now I want
you to see, what it is you mean to me,
so take this written word and rest it on your chest.
Open yourself and dispense your fears,
let the words caress your body and soul,
they carry a message you should hear: “I want you to know, ‘I love you’
your rapture keeps me alive,
without its fire, I would die.”
Oh to be in love! It's written with warmth and genuine depth of affection for your muse. You're resilient to let yourself open up to it but resigned to the fact that you're possessed in such a sweet manner. I adore the inner struggle here.
"Now I want you to see, what you really mean to me"
I wrote something very similar to someone as blind as a bat lol. I hope you have more luck than I!
Open yourself and dispense your fears,
let the words caress your body and soul,
they carry a message you should hear:
“I want you to know, ‘I love you’
OK, you got me with these lines. I believe! Nicely done!
Nice poem. I think the earnestness in this write is what gives it an enjoyable tone. I feel the choice of words isn't as good as your other written writes. for instance, the use of the word "bird" seems to be too abrupt. the conclusion is nice. overall, a well written poem.
Ah what a sweetie pie you must be! You have a real knack for love poems. They're astounding and this one is no different. It seems heartfelt and true and almost like we're intruding into your deepest, most personal feelings. That's a gift to the reader. Loved this one. It's a lucky girl that inspires you.
Oh to be in love! It's written with warmth and genuine depth of affection for your muse. You're resilient to let yourself open up to it but resigned to the fact that you're possessed in such a sweet manner. I adore the inner struggle here.
"Now I want you to see, what you really mean to me"
I wrote something very similar to someone as blind as a bat lol. I hope you have more luck than I!
Your words are a passionate plea, a summons to the universe to send the one you desire your way. It's almost sad how we can walk among a thousand people every day, but no one takes a moment to notice us. I would imagine that most of us walk around with all the answers written on our face. We are just waiting for someone to ask the questions.
If we would but allow ourselves to be loved, we might love all the more.
Well you've got me here Ivan. Now this one definitely sounds more "hopeful" than anything. This is a poem of extreme passion and desire; a "plea" for the love of another, someone to bleed for. But she is still a "mystical" yearning and only a dream of requited love.
"I’ve bled these emotions for you,
the letters sing a passion’s song,
words that resonate through and through.
May they lead me to your warm heart,
into your embrace so tender,
nestled beneath bird’s lush feathers"
This stanza is the most telling to me, as you ask that your words "lead you to her"-(still looking)
This is a beautiful, heartfelt request for true love and companionship. It is a "projected prayer" written to a higher power. "Open yourself and dispense your fears,let the words caress your body and soul," This sounds like magic in action-projection toward fulfillment.
Had you already caressed her physically, you would not need your words to do it for you. l'll tell you Ivan, if this poem doesn't "attract" that "Rapture and fire your dreaming of your way-nothing will. It's truly a wonderful pouring out of hopeful loving passion and desire-a "Crimson Red" passion which dances through the aether in search of a spiritual love. Excellent. Worthy of a true Magician.
The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..