kissed by the lapping of the waves: page one.

kissed by the lapping of the waves: page one.. (amazing poetry by a talented Poet)

I am me

© 2013 Megan Kay

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Iwo Jima
by. Steve the Badger

They came from all their separate ways
To fight a foe who would enslave
And hid deep within volcanic caves
For freedom and the souls they’d save
The many their young lives they gave
Everyone of them, they were so brave
Never thinking they would end their days
Laying broken in their watery graves
Kissed by the lapping of the waves

© 2013 opusangelicus

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We Could Pretend
By Genevieve Dewey

We could pretend we both got lost here
…crossed paths like two strangers.
Strange in body, but not in soul
Certainly not in hearts.
Because ours
Have surely met before.

We could pretend we both found here
…Discovered by the fusion of fate and serendipity.
That heart’s intention had a will of its own
And could see with greater clarity
Than our words and mind.
Because ours
Have never been more blind.

We could pretend we both are free here
…Unburdened by promises and expectation.
Adrift in a sea of peaceful indecision
Where clarity came not from stillness
But a rare moment of chaotic bliss
Because ours
Would not be a placid sort of love.

We could pretend we floated to shore
…kissed by the lapping of the waves.
That our caresses were born from survival
And not an anxious sort of loneliness.
Because ours
Have always been this desperate.

We could pretend that nobody would mind
…betrayed by none and no betrayal in kind
That our love was just more prescient
Than the petty dictates of ephemeral morals.
Because ours
Have atrophied once more.

We could pretend we cared about any of that
…tethered to a society that tells us we should.
But we never were fond of children’s games
Nor too weak or innocent to face reality.
Instead we pretend nothing and willingly suffer
The consequences of our honesty.
Because ours
…Is not a pretending sort of love.

© 2013 Genevieve Dewey

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Normandy
by. ~toro~

Husbands, Fathers, Brothers and Sons onto shores wielding weapons
Masked by fog so eerie, the loss of so many
By Wives, Mothers, Sisters and Daughters, for the freedom we are given, engraved in charters
From the sacrifice gifted and favored, will forever be remembered
On the bloody beaches of Normandy, each brave soul for love of home and country
To their graves, Kissed by the lapping of the waves

© 2013 toro

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It Never ends
by. Orgasmic Angel

Walking along this
Beach
Alone
My heart
Still
Beats within my breast
I see a shadow
Of you along the
Shore
With running
Craving
Steps
I never get
Closer
The distance
Seems
Just so far
But
Try with all my
Might
The burning ache
No more air
To run again
With a crashing
Sob
I sit within
The golden
Sands
I close my eyes
To the beauty
Of night
My ears to the whisper
Of winds
My toes
Curl within
Kissed
By the lapping
Waves
I hear you within
My heart
“I miss you too my girl”
My hair moves
As if caressed
As the
Tears
Fall
To join
The lapping
Sea
My arms
Circle
My knees
One more
Breath
Will
Join
Another
I know
Now
My daddy
Is
Still
Within me.
Each
Lapping
Wave that
Kissed
My toes
The reminder
A parents love
never
Really
Ends.

© 2013 Orgasmic Angel

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AS TIME GOES BY
by. Clara Holden

She remembered his touch
Felt the sea air on her skin
She had loved this man
Unconditionally
He was her everything
She missed him so much

Walking along the shore
Lost in a world of thought
The sunlight slowly fading
It was here they kissed
Her man and her
The one she longed forever more

The breeze picking up speed
Her body felt the cold
Her toes kissed by the lapping of the waves
Closing her eyes, she remembered
Their first kiss, here on the sand
Her body yearning with need

He left, Vanished, Never returned
He took her heart, took it whole
He stole her soul
Let she loved and longed
She belonged to him
He was forever yearned.

The sun was setting
Wrapping arms around pale skin
She turned away
Walked along the sand
Those memories long gone
Never regretting