Discontent

Discontent

I am host to a contention,

It is one of unspoken word,

I give my time, thought, and affection,

Yet, remain wanting in return.

Perhaps my desire is too much for one to handle,

For a scale only has two arms;

Should one side bear one-thousand pounds,

Below still sits the longing heart.

Silently I will carry on,

I have not the courage to speak,

Dare I push the one I have,

Chance may leave me broken, lone, and weak.

Fortunately I find solace,

Derived from one single thought;

What I give is valued high above others,

And yours sold for bargain, a fraction of the cost.

Lilies in Locks

Lilies in Locks

Set are flowers in her hair,

And she smells of sweet breeze.

Disheveled and unkempt she is.

Yet, my interest is peaked.

She owns the grassy meadow,

As long as her tender remains at seat.

Her skin, it glows with radiance,

As if autumn’s bursting leaves.

Open wide are eyes so blue,

Bluer than the winged’s skies.

Like vines her earthen hair falls,

Tangled, coarse, and dry.

The body of this one,

Tiny as a rodent’s yet supple at the breast.

Down her hips are curves of hills,

At the foot lay the sweetest flower soaking wet.

Sex be not the sole motive of my affection,

For all cannot be the one to receive.

Yet, I still desire her way of perception.

So forgive me lady of nature of my thoughts obscene.

Be it her freedom,

Or perhaps her lack of care.

She remains a thought of intrigue,

The girl with flowers in her hair.

The Merry Wanderer

The Merry Wanderer

In the loneliest of valleys, I have winded.

In the loneliest of valleys, I have tread.

In the loneliest of valleys, I have resided.

In the loneliest of valleys, I have made my bed.

Under the hottest of suns, I have strained with my load.

Under the hottest of suns, I have seen total dark.

Under the hottest of suns, I have longed for an abode.

Under the hottest of suns, I have dried as if tree’s bark.

On the deepest of waters, I have made it through.

On the deepest of waters, I have forged bonds.

On the deepest of waters, I have spent my time due.

On the deepest of waters, I have given my heart to the ponds.

Be the elements earth, wind, or water,

May the journey be pure for every Merry Wanderer.

Hello Reader

I am a young poet by the name of J.R. Meyers. This blog has been created as a form of presenting my work, but I also hope to develop an audience and, ultimately, grow as an artist. I intend on posting a poem perhaps once a week, but am following no posting schedule that will chain me to obligations. My blog has come long after my foray into writing, but, for organizations sake, my poems will be posted in chronological order. Note that the earlier poems will be of lesser quality and originality, but will improve in those respects as posting progresses. With that stated, I'd like to thank you for reading my work; do not hesitate to comment or contact me if you desire to.