Will you still be here when I open my eyes?

Welcome back, I see the heart is mending...

Always as ever before i will be there for u only if u comment on my poems as reconstructed too

ADOLESCENCE

Adolescence is a wonderful experience, for the youth,

Believe me, it makes them face the pragmatic truth,

For it is the correct stage of knowing

That's when really one learns about ones growing.

To guide the youth from picking up trash,

We have to be sympathetic not rash

I know so many beautiful girls and boys,

Those with whom some guys play with, like toys,

And at times I wonder why parents do,

Leave their teenagers with relatives too..

Teenagers need the comfort and confidence they lack,

Sure keepers will not take advantage behind parents’ back,

But these days relatives are the ones one cannot,

Leave their innocent adolescents with, I say dare not.

In the lives of these innocent ones there is no fear,

And to adolescents make this clear,

They want to know more and more for sure,

How should they with their own and opposite sex endure.

Believe you me dear parents of this world of today,

Do your best to guard adolescents from day to day.

Do not believe blindly they will be able to fend,

For you will be the greater losers towards the end.

SILLY ONE

As usual my nightingale you have gone,

Silly one, once again you leave me forlorn,

What makes you surely think I shall not mind,

As usually always you leave me behind.

But I am desperate, in your love my dear,

You have left when the fun was just near.

No you

u cannot leave me alone again

You know that for this loss you shall moan.

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Come back my dearest I cannot find my way,

Without you tell me, where on earth, will I stay?

DEAREST ROSE

I am on the edge of the threshold, Rose, with desire

Where can we alone in this wilderness meet.

The sweet perfumes my nostrils fill with love,

As if holding you in my dreams,

Only a one time fantasy, a breath from no where,,

I pick you up, up in the air

No one ever thought that such would happen,

That too in my very engrossing dream.,

Until your hands, felt my hands,

Desire spilled from my very being,

Nothing remained but my moistly hands,

As I smelt my palms, your face came up,

From nowhere, as a spring of emotion rose.

At once I saw you in front of my eyes emerging,

As if from no where, as you know

It was then that I realised,

I was under your spell my dear ROSE.

''HELLO CANADA''.

Through words

We touch the intangible,

Our words

Define indescribable,

Words bring,

Restless relief,

Words paint,

A joyful grief.

"...my hands on your waist,

your lips, their soft taste,

I revel, your luscious red wine,

your heart pounding against mine..."

through closed eyes,

I see your flaky words and wonder...

Is my love blind?

So you have time to write poems, but have no time to read mine??!! Damn you :D When I read the first line, I was shocked. I am not used to hearing such things from you. Hahaha, this poem is like a threesome. With you, Shaun and my poetic self :D :D :D :D

it relies upon on who i'm kissing and no count if or no longer i'm liking the kiss. if i admire the guy, and the kiss, then my eyes are closed, if its a marvel kiss, or i do no longer basically like the guy, or i do no longer basically like the kiss my eyes would be open.

I hope not.

This is a good poem, short and to the point. Great economy of language.

These are the dreams that keep eyes closed. :-)

No, it wasn't me, I was not there last evening! lol A 'dream' that needs to reoccur on a regular basis to me. Good one.

Nice one, T, short and sweet!

You may not be dreaming,but I sure am!