A Sonnet
The pounding of the surf upon smooth sand
Soft foam curls gently over velvet beach;
The whisper of the breeze cries it's command
Revealing I am whom it seeks to reach
The wind calls out of your sweet love for me
Warm breath of salty air, now courts my soul
With essence of your kiss so heavenly;
You fill my emptiness and make me whole.
Enfolded in the arms of your embrace
A harbor safe at last from raging storm;
I dearly long to look upon your face
Disclosing tenderness and love so warm.
Surrendering, the shore receives the sea;
Enraptured, I too yield so willingly.
You wrote this at 12?! I see
You wrote this at 12?! I see you've always had the gift. :)
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Yes
i was pretty mature by 12. I read and write since I was young. Cerulean is my only poem I got through with when most of my early stuff got lost through life.
thank you
,I write now when I feel it flow.
like you do.
doncha hate the dry periods?
ugh!
i love what others write though!
i adore poetry.
and books ,music.
aloha,
Cheryl
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Wow Koko
Such sexuality at 12.
I started dating young and
Found someone I really loved
But didn't write poetry like this.
Maybe it is because
The only time I would see the ocean
Is when I would go on vacation with my family
And she wasn't there.
KindredSpirit
:-) very good
KS
yep and thank you!
i loved what you wrote,loving to read as well as pen.
yes!
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Cool Write
At 12 I was learning to do the bop. Well composed. ~Stella~
Lady A
yes I had to grow up at 12. Writing and reading was my friend.
still is.
thank you!
aloha, Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words