Poetry In Emotions

SOMETHING ABOUT THE RAIN

2009-02-22T01:09:00.001-08:00

SOMETHING ABOUT THE RAIN

I listen to the rain
As it hits against my window pane
I start to wish you were here with me
To share this erotic fantasy
Thoughts of you cloud my head
I think back to what you said
But you’re so far away out of my reach
Into your arms I want to retreat

I start reminiscing about our first kiss
It was sweet, like heaven’s bliss
My mind started to visualize about us
All the times we shared, all the lust

Remember?

The time we made love on the beach
The rain caused the hairs on my skin to fuzz up
Like a sweet fuzzy Georgia peach
Little drew drops of rain touching our bodies
Intoxicating us like a mellow drink of Bacardi

Remember?

The time we made love on the rooftop
The rain danced softly across my face
I never wanted it to stop
The wind whispered calling out our names
As Ecstasy drove us erotically insane

Don’t you hear it, the rain?
Hitting against the window pane
Calling out our names?
Echoing the sweetest sound
As it softly splashes on the ground

There’s something about the rain
That arouses the passion in me

There’s something about the rain
That makes it so romantic to me

There’s something about the rain
That touches my lips like a drew drop kiss

There’s something about the rain
That arouses me into sheer erotic bliss

There's something about the rain
That puts me in the mood

There's something about the rain
That makes me think of you

I need you, I yearn for you
Are you yearning for me, like I’m yearning for you?

Do you hear it, the rain?
Hitting against my window pane
It’s calling out our names
Driving me erotically insane

Written by Ruth M. Ware

Copyright © June 4, 2008

The Eyes Of A Gazelle

2009-01-28T21:14:00.000-08:00

THE EYES OF A GAZELLE

Soft and lustrous your eyes are

Gleaming like the twinkle from a shinning star

So enchanting, So enhancing, So erotic, So exotic

So sensual, So invincible

The most gorgeous eyes that I have ever seen

They see even the very depths of me

A beautiful sight for sore eyes indeed

So enticing they arouse the sensuality in me

The look in your eyes captivates

Holding me like a prisoner and I can't escape

Eyes so full of mystery they excite my senses

Possessing my mind leaving me defenseless

Eyes so charming they hypnotize

A look so inviting it makes my temperture rise

Lashes so soft like a sweet whisper

Like a summers breeze

Flowing deeper than the eyes can truly see

Putting me under your spell

Your eyes resembles the eyes of a Gazelle

Ruth M. Ware © March 11, 2000 All Rights Reserved.

None of this material is to be copied, duplicated, or displayed in anyway without the permission of the author.

This poem was inspired by Vince Carter of The NJ Nets NBA Basketball team.

Black On Black Crime

2009-01-28T21:12:00.000-08:00

As a songwriter and poet writer I'm inspired by any and everything. Whatever inpsires me I write about it. Whether it's something I've been through or going through or that of others. I write. Whether it's love, romance, heartbreak, life, nature, etc. I write.

I will be posting little short poems that I write, and that of others here at my blog spot. Listed below is a poem that my sister was inspired to write, from loosing a dear friend to a senseless killing.

WHY?

Why do we as black people, tear each other apart. Why do we kill each other, maim and rip out our family hearts

Why do we as a great and might nation, are not united, never standing by one another, but yet we call ourselves, my nigga, son, dog, never an educated brother

Why do we scheme against one another, to lay in wait to pull the trigger, and put a bullet into other brother's brains. Never to think of the brother or his mother's pain. Never to think about the smiles you are putting upon the white man's face, as we kill off each other, for they do not see no humility, no pride or grace among our race

So how can we blame the white man for our troubles, or what he may think of us, when it is we ourselves who maim, lame, killing off our mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers. But for what ever the reason or cost maybe, we need to sit down and take some time to think deep down within' our hearts, as to why do we kill each other, and then, we muct put a stop to it, right here and now, no not later

For if we do not, there will be no black race so full of dignity and grace. Just the white man standing with a big fat grin upon his face, saying I told you so, them niggers done annihilated themselves, it was just a matter of time, we didn't have to do a thing, for all they do is committ black on black crime.

Peace be with your our dear sweet, kind hearted brother, for it was not your time, just another of our strong black brothers to fall victim to black on black crime.

Copyrighted © L.Smalls

(this poem was not written to offend blacks, whites or any other race, it's just a wake up call, words written to make us think and take action and make this world a better place to live.)

I THANK GOD

2009-01-28T21:08:00.000-08:00

I THANK GOD
Current mood: melancholy

I thank God for waking me up this morning
To see the beautiful sun dawning
I got down on my hands and knee's
And prayed to God for allowing me
To be able to hear the birds chirp in the tree's
To be able to feel the warm summer breeze
To be able to take a walk to the corner store
To be able to use my tongue and talk some more
To be able to smell the different flavors of aromas
To be able to taste and satisfy my fussy pallate
To look upon life with a better positive attitude
To be in control, to be in a better calmer mood
I started to think, my mind started to wonder
About the little things that we take for granted
Not taking the time to take advantage
To enjoy all the wonderful things God has provide
How we sometimes keep our feelings bottled up inside
We sometimes don't appreciate the things that you do
Some have lost faith, some choosing not believe in you
How can they deny you and say that you can't be?
When your very presence is in the air we breath
How can they be so blind and not see?
The very evidence is in every woman, man and beast
You give us the rain, the sun and the moon
Daylight, night time not a minute too soon
You give us the vegetations to eat
10 toes so we may walk upon our feet
10 fingers to do a million things
A brain that surpasses to think far beyond a trillion things
How could they doubt you and make a fuss
When the proof is all around us
I thought to myself, what am I piting myself for?
When I should be all the more thankful for
All that you've given to me, and allowing me
To live and breath, giving me the opportunity
To love, not only myself but to love others
I love you my sisters and brothers
God is love
Thank you God for
LOVE
For loving me
Copyright 2008 Written by Ruth M. Ware

Footnote; Today I was feeling depress, and feeling sorry for myself, so I started to pray to God so that he could give me the strength of endurance.
I guess it spunned this depression feeling after hearing the sad news about my favorite comedian Bernie Mac, and all what I had stored up inside me started to surface.
I started thinking all sorts of crazy things, my mind is always wondering and thinking, so i thought I'd do what I know how to do best, when I'm feeling the blues and that is to write out my feelings in words of emotions. This feeling I was feeling is what spun-off the poem above.
I realized how I had taken all the little things in life for granted.

SENSUAL JOURNEY

2009-01-23T19:34:00.000-08:00

Here is an erotic poem that I wrote, oh believe me it was inspired by someone that I adore, I have a vivid imagination and I visualized every word of it in time.I made a little adjustments

SENSUAL JOURNEY

Introduction....

Take my hand, and come go with me
Let me take you to a place where love awaits for you and me
A place where only lovers go
A place where only milk and honey flows
A place where you can cum and fantasize
A place where sensuality and lust sets hearts afire
A place where you can quench your thirst for erotic desires
So sit back, relax and get comfortable and cum with me

The Journey
Climb aboard and take this journey with me through ectasy
Take a hold of my smooth curves and voluptuous hips
Feel the excitement while we cruise together on this sensual trip
The softness of my ruby red lips whispers words you yearn to hear
Passion arises in you as I nibble on your outer ear

The heat from our hot and steamy tongues ignites a spark
Burning flames intensifies as we undress in the dark
Quenching your thirst for desires, to fulfill your sensual
Laying in the raw, our bodies ache to cruise on this love flight
I can feel your heart beat as our bodies are closely entwined
I can feel your manhood harden as your body lays on top of mine
The sweat from your face drips onto my bare chest
Trickling down my navel like a sweet caress

Your hands slowly rubbing in between my thighs
Causing goose bumps to run up and down my spine
I clench the sheets, open wide, inviting you to come inside
The smell of my sweetness arouses erotic thoughts in your mind
You taste a sip of my luscious caramel sipping it like sweet wine
Kissing me all over not missing a spot
Giving it all that you got
I like what you do with your tongue
Don't stop, please don't stop

As I enter the thrush-hold of your garden
I touch your manhood and it starts to harden
Standing erect, throbbing for some attention
Your eyes full of lust yearning for some body tension
As I taste you're smooth chocolate, licking it as if it were a lollipop
You moan with excitement, hmmm, it was good to the last drop
Your body shines like a smooth platinum medallion
As I climb upon you, and mount you like a black stallion

Faster and faster we go
Your bucking me like a horse at a rodeo show
My strong thighs wrapped around your waste
Meeting every thrush you give urging you to quicken the pace
We move with rhythms to a silent beat of motions
Erotic thoughts controlling our minds like a love potion
My body starts to tremble, I'm ready to explode
A volcano erupts inside me bursting like a fire hose
We climax together as I scream out your name
It hurts so good, feels like the sweetest pain

Juices bursting inside me I feel the sensation of your sweet cream
As it flows down my legs like a mountain stream
We lay exhausted, but relaxed, and satisfied
We both enjoyed this trip, this sensual journey ride
And you ask, can I climb aboard again?
Can I take this sensual journey trip with you once again?
And I say to you, maybe in another 5 or 10 minutes
We'll take another spin.

Copyright (c) 2002 The Works Of Ruth M. Ware

IF I WERE A TREE

2008-09-23T22:36:00.000-07:00

This is a cute little poem that I wrote wishing I was something else other than being me.

IF I WERE A TREE
I asked myself if I could be anything except me what would I be?

I'd be a tree where I could stand strong and be free

The wind would blow through my leaves

Caressing me, I would feel the warm breeze

I could live to be a thousand years old

Through the winter months I'd endure the cold

I'd stand tall for everyone to see, if I were a tree

I'd withstand the rain ,my leaves would be my umbrella

I'd be the safety cap for some happy fella

I would provide oxygen that no one could see

Clean fresh air for everyone to breathe

My clothes would be made of bark

Tough enough to build a strong ark

In the spring I'd be a beautiful sight to see

Birds would perch and build nests on me

In the morning singing me sweet harmonies

But whoa is me if I were a tree

Because the dogs would pee on me

Infecting my roots and killing me

They'd chop me down, my branches would come tumbling down

Making a loud crashing sound!

Whoa is me, oh whoa is me if I were a tree

They would make pencils and furniture out of me

Whoa is me if I were a tree

Ruth M. Ware © 1991 All Rights Reserved.

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SERENADE

2008-09-23T16:10:00.000-07:00

Let me whisper sweet words to you my dear
The kind of words I know you'd like to hear
Let me play you a note that would be soothing to your ears
Let me sing you a solo that you would love to hear
Let me give you a rose with each peddle representing a drop of my tears
Let me offer you a friendship that would last for years and years
Copyright(c)2001 Ruth M. Ware

MUSIC IS THE UNVIERSAL LANGUAGE

2008-07-02T02:57:00.000-07:00

Music is the unviersal language that binds us all together, Music can make you feel good no matter what the weather

Music can make you sad, music can make you cry, Music can make you sit and think out the reason's why

Music can make you remember that cold winter day in December, You know that kind of baby making music you'd make love to, I know you remember

Music can make you reach out and touch somebody's hand, Oh yes! and music can make you understand

The unforgettable melodies just seem to be embedded in your mind Floating around, circulating around inside your head with time

Music can make you dance and pat your feet, Bobbing your head, Making ya dance to a up tempo funky beat

Music can put you in the mood for love, Music can put you in tune to sing praises to the most highest above

Music can make you sing, oh what joys music can bring

Copyrighted ©2001 December 2001 The Poetress1

THE POET

2008-07-02T02:29:00.000-07:00

He gave me something, something from his heart
Words on a piece of paper which came straight from his heart
Words of feelings and words of love
They go together like a hand in a glove
Words of joy, hurt and pain
they cry out in his heart like sunshine and rain
A collection of poetry, a composition of beauty
Thoughts of a language and imagination that are new to me
He dresses up his words to cover up how he feels outside
But his words expresses what he feels on the inside
He wants to express something he could not confess
His feelings are in his words, this is how he expresses himself best
His thoughts are so deep, so deep they'd make you weep
With tears of gladness and with tears of sadness
I could feel the hurt, his thoughts of pain
I could feel the love, love that's not invain
And even though he's no Milton, Poe or Shakesphere
He's the poet, the one that I want to hear
And these words, these words of a poet
To be or not to be, to be one is to know it
And I know that when he gets the notion
He'll just sit right down and write his thoughts out in emotions
Foot note: I was inspired to write this poem from one of my friends, who is a poetry writer himself. But I dedicate this poem to all the poetry writers out there.

RnBMistress © April 1990 All Rights Reserved.

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