Beach Leanbh

Beach Leanbh Poems

She sits before me, an infallible piece
A masterwork of bone, sinew, and skin
Defying perfection her fairest cheeks and feminine chin
Her form crafted and carved as a statue of ancient Greece
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Amorous pools sable and deep
Set lightly upon lustrous smile
Thy moonlit skin my heart doth keep
Stow’d away upon distant isle
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Your lips are the wet of my blood. Without them I bleed dust
Your voice, the rhythm of my heart. Without it my ventricles lay in silence
Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips. Without it I cannot feel
Your embrace, the light at my center. Without it I see only blackness
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The culprit fire bellows within
Our sin, our heat, our perfect moment
A bud both carried now to foment
Her blood, my wine, that sweetest poison
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Her vassalage henceforth I am condemned

A saintly visage adorned both sweetly

Coated twice on gilded vines stemmed

Great her presence filmed and veil’d completely

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Surely thou art a body heavenly
For thou pull magnetic upon my soul
A purest frost ahold but suddenly
Gravity felt onto my every whole
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Vehement hunger stirs my mind to wake me from my conscious dreams
Incalescent waves of passion against which I am bound
Forsake me now, my gilded goddess. Whose heart like sapphire gleams

Lead me to your splendored touch, my senses yet confound
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Pursuing fate that clever thief
A whisper shaking tree and leaf
To hear you in the moonlight speak
Put calloused hand on freckled cheek
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My gaze holds steady as a quantity of stone
Unbreaking, unyielding from its course
My focus stilled, but mind has flown
To vital stillness my sinew enforced
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I lay adrift on a wooden raft. Surrounded by the still, black sky of
my mind. Floating on the dark, dimpled water of time. There your face
twinkles above me. You shine. Stars so seemingly close, but
unreachable. The light glowing on my outstretched hands. Clawing at
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Cherrywood fibers converge and yaw

Hiding and revealing her basalt eyes

She floats away while my heart dries

Embered feelings frail as straw
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Time your tears to the tides
To ebb and flow with the ocean
Or let them wax as the moon subsides
The pale dimming of your emotion
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Scorned masses cannot perceive my heart
Their hearts lay broken on the grass. Fallowed, lifeless, empty and without function
While mine shoots abundant. Ever growing, ever reaching upward
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I recline alone as death awaits. My obit pendent from above

Forever lost without your taste. Grasping, gasping for your love

 My heart and soul, codependent, unfunctioning lifeless and alone

Like notes without a hand to play, impossible to intone
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Watermelon lips part and land upon my own
While honeydew tongue dances unlike any I have known
Heightened senses recoiling each touch in celebration
And foggy thoughts float in blissful inebriation
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Orbits lit, a match to shine upon the twilit sky
Her flow defines - she is Artemis, sister to the sun
She glimmers as the last sunset ray upon the sea
An abstruse gambol, the bands 'round my soul untie
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A night alone and watching, waiting
Skating through my frozen mind
While cogs are set to the translating
Decoding love upon the sill
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An aria of life breathed through her lips
Her unique persuasion caught into view
Syncopating Earth’s roundness to ellipse
Bending, contorting all that would be true
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I know your heart, and all its pain
Of guilt and hurt and loneliness
And once alone I’ve felt the strain
A shadow on your loveliness
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Set once my heart unstirred but traveled
As stone it froze to stick in place
Until again to behold your face
It’s binding cords now loose and unraveled
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Beach Leanbh Biography

Just a boy, writing for his muse - with blazing eyes dark as coal and soft lips that taste of melons and the rain)

The Best Poem Of Beach Leanbh

A Mortal Masterpiece

She sits before me, an infallible piece
A masterwork of bone, sinew, and skin
Defying perfection her fairest cheeks and feminine chin
Her form crafted and carved as a statue of ancient Greece

Lo! I would keep her hidden, a secret held unto me
Locked away to appease my most jealous heart
For it would cause a mortal cut if e’er we were apart
My soul she holds captive, her eyes contained the very key

But I could not withhold such beauty from the Earth
A prisoner to my selfishness, a fate yet undeserved
Her expert shape and classical features to all should be observed
Not all the gold of all the nations could match her shine or worth

So go my ornate masterpiece!
Go and share your radiant gleam
Go my Venus de Milo, my Winged Victory
And light the world with your achromic beam

Beach Leanbh Comments

Darkangel Flyfree 23 June 2012

I just love all your poems they are so amazing and mesmerizing! ! ! ! Are you ever going to write any more?

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Keila Star 20 May 2010

Your poetry's incredible =) How old are you?

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