Muse Poems
To Goddess of Love
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
O Goddess of Love !
Pristine beauty
Glowing on spiritual throne
Brimming with splendid elegance
Dispel the darkness of hatred
From heart and mind of the ignorant people
And burn all weeds of their impure and lurid desires...
O Opulent Love !
Muse of hearts
......
you exist most of the time
by Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company
So you exist most of the time
dear muse
......
Fairies
by Max Kwoa
Impish little fairies like crisps and yellow boots,
but who could blame them.
Lounging in our realm,
while our almighty vigilance slowly reboots.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip)
Giving Me Back
by Kurt Behmmmm
Continue readingErato My Muse of Love and Poetry. (Part 3)
by erato mymuse
True love never does run smooth and his approach was all wrong.
For Erato was to disapprove and her vehemence was so strong.
How could this puny, mortal man woo such a beautiful goddess,
and dare to even consider a plan to spoil her loveliness?
So she banished him from her sight and the poet lay dead
and his ability to write had completely disappeared and fled.
No more words of love were spoken her for rebuke pierced him through
and unrequited love’s wound had broken his tender heart in two.
My Muse satisfies my wildest dream
by erato mymuse
It was a feeling that I’ll not forget
The day our bodies touched when we first met
and from that day I decided to choose
you to be my lovely poetry Muse.
To write many rhymes and verses to tell
of the woman who holds me in her spell.
I hope that our friendship will always last
For the verses are flowing thick and fast
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Erato My Muse of Love and Poetry. (Part 3)
by erato mymuse
True love never does run smooth and his approach was all wrong.
For Erato was to disapprove and her vehemence was so strong.
How could this puny, mortal man woo such a beautiful goddess,
and dare to even consider a plan to spoil her loveliness?
So she banished him from her sight and the poet lay dead
and his ability to write had completely disappeared and fled.
No more words of love were spoken her for rebuke pierced him through
and unrequited love’s wound had broken his tender heart in two.
Giving Me Back
by Kurt Behmmmm
Continue readingBlue/Red
by Ashleigh Owsley
Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
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To Goddess of Love
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
O Goddess of Love !
Pristine beauty
Glowing on spiritual throne
Brimming with splendid elegance
Dispel the darkness of hatred
From heart and mind of the ignorant people
And burn all weeds of their impure and lurid desires...
O Opulent Love !
Muse of hearts
......
