How do I love thee? Let me count the ways |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love ...
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 09:53:00 PST |
Still I Rise |
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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
why are y...
Posted by Kasey on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 03:03:00 PST |
Where has love gone? |
Where is the tenderness of the human touch?
Where are the eyes that smile with reassurance?
Where is the supportive hand outstretched to help someone in need?
Where are the hugs that make you f...
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 02:58:00 PST |
Untitled |
For Cassie (long ago)
Your skin is a canvas on which
I wish to paint
Glorious portraits of yearning.
My lips would make tender, delicate strokes
Careful to coat every inch of your beauty....
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 12:08:00 PST |
This one is very dear to me |
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the...
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 12:31:00 PST |
The Kiss |
Sweaty palms
Eager anticipation
Fumbling for words
Dreams
Passion
A glance
A touch
Smile of embarrassment
Years of Questions
Experimentation
Violation?
Guilt?
Desire
Gasping for breath
Exstacy
...
Posted by Kasey on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 07:41:00 PST |
The Crave |
It can take you over. Cover you from head to toe. A desire that runs so deep...it creeps into your heart and won't let go. The Crave...
Everyone wants to feel "the perf...
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 09:35:00 PST |
What is real? |
"What is REAL?" asked the rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you an...
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 06:47:00 PST |
An Hour With Thee |
An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern grey,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold,
And...
Posted by Kasey on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 12:04:00 PST |
Have you ever missed someone? |
Even though I am not missing someone right at this moment, this poem rips my heart out. To me, it so accurately describes the insanity that follows after losing someone you love. Sorry if ...
Posted by Kasey on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 09:10:00 PST |
