Hi my name is Chris and I have a serious soft spot for well worded verse. I have dabbled with poetry in the past and have decided to share my thoughts with Tumblr.Anything else you want to know?? Just ask.
Feel free to ask anything. Nothing is taboo.
Keep writing, your poetry is inspiring.
Gracious Words.
In my absence, remember me,
if not my name, my poetry
each loving verse of warming hues
for your eyes only, just for you.Words from mine onto your own
souls entwined, our love has grown
upon the page, within our eyes
feelings we just can’t deny.Each stanza penned, a message shared
to make you feel, to show I care.
In my absence, remember me,
if not my name, my poetry
each loving verse of warming hues
for your eyes only, just for you.
Words from mine onto your own
souls entwined, our love has grown
upon the page, within our eyes
feelings we just can’t deny.
Each stanza penned, a message shared
to make you feel, to show I care.
(Source: graciouswords)
Love hit home like
an overstayed welcome
‘tween onrushing headlights.
(Source: graciouswords)
yet here I find you ‘neath my skin
pulsating through the maze of veins
emotions, thoughts now rearranged.
No more my mind controlled by me
no matter what, it’s you I see
You’re every thought that’s ever been
and also each one in-between.
Once upon a time my heart was mine
to mould, to shape and to define
but now it sings a different beat
melded to yours, at last complete.
And so it is and e’er shall be
you’ll always be a part of me
in all I see and all I do
my love, there’s only ever you.
I never opened up nor let you in
yet here I find you ‘neath my skin
and here I hope you’ll always stay
for now, forever and a day.”
(via graciouswords)
With all I am, I love you;
without guise or
hidden meaning
but with the intensity of the
raging storm and tenderness
of a mothers arms.
And it was then,
her lips upon my own,
we transcended this love on
the weightlessness of
shallow breath and
perfumed skin.
Skin, flushed red, raw,
scorched with passion,
glistened as open pores wept
tears of exertion that
seasoned every crimson
track she tattooed on my flesh.
With all I am, I love you;
without guise or
hidden meaning
but with the intensity of the
raging storm and tenderness
of a mothers arms.
(Source: graciouswords)
And it was then,
her lips upon my own,
we transcended this love on
the weightlessness of
shallow breath and
perfumed skin.
Skin, flushed red, raw,
scorched with passion,
glistened as open pores wept
tears of exertion that
seasoned every crimson
track she tattooed on my flesh.
(Source: graciouswords)
your loving arms, I
still feel the warmth
of your embrace;
holding me tightly,
keeping me whole.”
(Source: graciouswords)
intensity as you do the
canvas ‘neath your pen
and scribe your words
upon my heart. in verse
that never ends.”
(via graciouswords)
