Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

she sometimes must hide

when her desires frighten her

then he brings her home

-----

controls your body

holds your hands above your head

you accept his gift

-----

she floats in poems

a penetration of words

find their way inside

-----

bare shoulders to me

lips and fingers on your neck

kisses at your throat

------

take time for beauty

not all poems come from pain

By Donovan Baldwin

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, erotic poetry, love poems, poems, poetry, poetry by Donovan Baldwin, romantic poems

 By Donovan Baldwin

Even without words,

You speak to me.,,

Of quiet walks

On moonlit shores,

Love songs softly played,

On old guitars,

Of candles fluttering 

In an evening breeze,

As gossamer curtains

Dance to the same

Unheard music...

Of stories laughed at,

Lies disbelieved with

A smile and upraised eyebrow

And, quiet, special looks,

In private pauses...

Of fingers touching 

Across an old table,

Marked with years, 

And promises of more,

For those sharing there...

Of wishes, dreams, desires,

Granted and still in

The hands of Fate,

And, silent prayers,

For their fulfillment...

Of times gone by,

And yet to come,

History not yet made,

But, with luck,

The finest moments,

Of them all...

Of all this and more...

Even without words,

You speak to me.

#poem #poetry #wishes #dreams #desires

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, dreams, love, poem, poetry, wishes, words

By Donovan Baldwin

her deepest kisses

leave tastes of sin on my lips...

and desires for more

-----

fearful of desires

but longing for their hot flames...

clutched her poet's hand

-----

stirring her embers

she explodes in ecstasy...

thus he makes her whole

-----

taught her not to fear

the heat of her own fires...

his heart in her flames

-----

her blush fast rising

ahead of my passing lips...

a breeze of kisses

-----

she weeps as she reads

his old tattered manuscript...

book of ancient scars

-----

seeking not to hide

out of love before his eyes...

exposes her secrets

-----

two soft voices blend

innocents in paradise...

flowers all they wear

-----

poet who loves her

puts more than words in her mouth...

stretching to a smile

-----

you can't see yourself

genuine wonder you are...

so i will show you

-----

sitting and waiting

for whatever time may bring...

i'm ready for it

-----

shadwos on the page

letters scattered off and hid...

poems meant for her

-----

long i've shadowed you

secrets hidden among poems...

i hoped would trap you

-----

now time draws away

only echoes surrond me...

and useless poems

------

yet i follow you

along the path you've chosen...

love's hope never dies

-----

having made love

i set down pen and lift glass...

relive what i wrote

-----

@donovanbaldwin

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, fire, flame, love poems, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

her pent up desires

swore herself to keep hidden...

the secrets he sought

-----

holds her lips apart

kiss beginning or at end...

open promises

-----

i lost sight of love

just how brightly it can shine...

in the darkest hours

-----

her colors arrive

touching my heart before spring...

our special season

-----

memories wander

light and dark some good some bad...

sometimes bad ones stick

-----

sometimes my old wounds

open beneath life's demands...

bleeding for a while

-----

no peace or quiet

constant noise and vibration...

shattering my thoughts

-----

near the train's too loud

fading into the distance...

leaves us quiet thoughts

-----

a lover's question

does love end and lust begin...

can they coexist

-----

with a small sadness

i quit following my dreams...

they never noticed

-----

dancer transitions

urban gray to forest green...

vibrantly alive

-----

i guess i shamed her

allowng her to see true me...

for she turned away

-----

listen for her voice

all i can hear are footsteps...

as distant echoes

-----

said she loved my words

yet never heard from again...

guess she forgot me

-----

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, love poems, micropoems, micropoetry, poems, poetry, secrets

 By Donovan Baldwin

Life is a pool of ink

Of many colors and

I, poet, dip my pen

Within and dripping

Raise it to the

Parchment upon

Which I will leave

My passions and

Desires, impressed

Wet upon the page

To dry into an

Eternal image that

Perhaps someone

Will save, and,

Too much to hope,

Share.

-----

Copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, life, parchment, passions, poem, poet, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

Gift of gilt and silver,
Amber, glass, and enamel
Wrapped about in
Gold filigree.
Ancient wedding brooch
From Tara,
Eighth century they tell me.
No need to write a poem about,
Poetry in itself.

-----

if i come to you
will you understand my desires
are the same as yours

-----

two people in love
closely intimately one
kept so far apart

-----

i would say the words
but my touches say much more
if you will listen

-----

life is tough as nails
enduring long ending fast
life can be fragile

-----

Water bathes in one way,
The wind in another.
Each is cleansing,
Each whispering tales,
Hints and suggestions
Of lands and people
Far away and near.
Wind neath the sun,
Caressing the skin,
Arouses feelings akin
To those of a lover,
And a desire,
Like making love,
To slip into
Nature's arms
Once more.

-----

How many books
Are crammed within my head,
Stacked upon the shelves of my mind,
Gathering dust until, taking them down,
One by one I turn the pages,
Read a page a paragraph
Stop and consider the words
Echoing in my brain,
Demanding to be with their friends,
To go out and play.

-----

night is for hunting
take rest in the heat of the day...
advice to a wolf

-----

naked words reveal
innermost desires and loves...
i have no secrets

-----

bare feet on the ground
sun and wind upon my skin...
in nature's bedroom

-----

the stars have their names
humans cannot understand...
shining without us

-----
Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Pictured: The Tara Brooch, a Celtic brooch made in 650 to 750 AD.

Labels: bare feet, books, Celtic brooch, desires, haiku, naked words, nature, night, poems, poetry, Tara Brooch, water, wind

By Donovan Baldwin

postage stamp size stage
three musicians lay down licks
flashback 66

quarter mile away
monterey bay deep and cool
like their cool jazz man

cold beer hot music
cigarette smoke laying low
portrait by lautrec

-----

opening her heart
to the heat of his desire
she succumbs to lust

-----

two simple desires
spread your love all over me
blossom for yourself

-----

So many ways
To declare
Your heart,
No right or wrong.
It is not sin
To take pleasure in
The many forms of love,
Most sublime,
Most carnal,
For in giving all
Revealing innermost
Secrets,
Needs and wants,
You show and share,
Your true beauty
Of the woman you are,
With me, and,
Make me lover.

-----

Driven by new realities
Forced to reconsider
Choices and options,
Frightened at the
Supposed loss
Of who we are...
Were...
Excited at
The opportunity,
To raise from
The ashes of adversity,
Reborn to a new world
Only dreamed about,
Fantasy until now.

-----

She sleeps peacefully,
Unaware of my desire,
As, fighting my urges,
My wanting her,
I gently cover
Her naked form,
Which I desire
So badly to touch,
To kiss, caress,
To make sweet love to,
With the sheet,
Hiding her from me,
And piquing my heat,
And congratulate myself
On an expression of love
She will never hear of.

-----

Can't find 'em any more
Like in the 60's,
Restaurants on the beach,
No air conditioning,
Dark and cool inside,
Lots of room and shadows,
Sunlight filtered golden
Like the cold beer
In the sweating mugs,
Juke box music muted
By the wind in the windows
And the sound of the sea.

-----

buy the cheap one dear
only need it for a while
'til i rip it off

-----

mermaid shakes her tail
water glistening on flesh...
i think she's caught me

-----

Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: At The Moulin Rouge by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Labels: carnal, desires, donovan baldwin, haiku, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, jazz, love, Monterey, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

whisper naughty things
give me glimpses of secrets
smile as i respond

-----

always seeking you
sun's touch or whisper of wind
sensing you near me

-----

I open myself to the wind and sun
Dropping inhibitions and clothing,
Walking naked through the woods,
Sensations of air and sunlight
On bare skin in places and ways
That only a lover may touch,
Body and mind alive to each leaf,
Each breeze which passes by
Leaving me quivering
With the pleasure of Earth's
Most natural and loving caresses.

-----

your cello my bow
enthusiastically
making love music

-----

climbing slender trees
riding them in gusting winds
two boys in the woods

-----

horned toads and lizards
daily met on hot white sands
so far behind me

-----

unbreakable bonds
woven of dreams and desires
stronger together

-----

ripples in water
brushstrokes on emerald seas
golden in the sun

-----

weary traveler
beached decaying in the sun
no more a roving

-----

patio shadows
loving dancers in moonlight
their bare skins aglow

-----

you and i on fire
burning with carnal desires
about to explode

-----

shells strewn on the sand
ancient memories set in
hieroglyphics

-----

one tree has blossomed
harbinger of spring perhaps
first burst of new growth

-----

not a jealous man
desire you feel loved
all i really want

-----

Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bare skin, boys, carnal desires, cello, desires, donovan baldwin, dreams, emerald seas, haiku, naughty, poems, poetry, trees, whisper

I will cry no more,
For my tears
Have all been spent,
For important things,
Dreams and death and
Departed dogs,
And relatives,
I suppose,
For what is life but
A succession of losses
And the rise of memories?

-----

tonight make love in
our favorite position
and take our sweet time

-----

ribbons of my words
wound about your willing body
caress your desires

-----

she brings me pleasure
as if her thoughts were magic
touching my desires

-----

no cold kiss for us
we set lips and hearts aflame
in our world of fire

-----

my woman goddess
mature no naive virgin
she knows how to love

-----

trembling in the wind
passion blows through your body
beneath my touches

-----

seduce me simply
be yourself within my arms
touch my lips with yours

-----

- Copyright February 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: desires, dogs, donovan baldwin, dreams, love, make love, poems, poetry

you are golden flame
sensuously licking me
with your burning tongue

-----

Decadent my desires,
So they would tell me,
Yet, when I hold you,
I cannot imagine
Any evil within
Our ardent embrace
Or its ultimate end,
Which we both desire,
With amorous breaths
Respectful caresses,
For a lifetime of unity.

-----

a form of madness
flowing poetry of words
not real yet most real

-----

loving beyond laws
exploring adventuring
pleasure's boundaries

-----

in our secret rooms
lovers permitted entry
their ticket our trust

-----

happiness, pleasure,
more important than mine
yours, for that will be ours

-----

i do not matter
your happiness and pleasure
what i care about

-----

i find my teen self
in this ancient gray haired man
who now understands

-----

wish I could drop out
disappear take her with me
start over again

-----

my absent lover
still always present within
mysterious void

-----

as embers in the wind
i watch your erotic dance
weaving love in air

-----

neither of us slave
each master of the other
by common desire

-----

smoke upon the air
you swirl warmly around me
part of every breath

-----

a mystic blossom
your majestic flowering
garden of one bloom

-----

Reminders, constant,
Not the person
I like to think I am,
Failure in the moment,
Just when I think
I'm doing well...
Reminders...
Just to keep me on my toes,
Realize my failures...
Reminders...
Of weaknesses and errors.

-----

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, embers in the wind, haiku, happiness, love, madness, mystic blossom, pleasure, poem, poet, poetry, secret rooms

moon conceals her face
blushing in silver array
her desire aflame

-----

wide open we are
no shame or embarrassment
for we share it all

-----

sweet marmalade lips
smiling openly offer
her morning kisses

-----

curving in moonbeams
gleaming silver her body
goddess and lover

-----

lead me to your edge
igniting desires until
i burst with my need

-----

quivering body
parted lips wordless murmurs
moment of climax

-----

the taste of moonlight
spilling from silken petals
to my eager mouth

-----

love's gates open wide
secret succulent garden
where goddess feeds me

-----

lovers tied up tight
bound in ardent positions
prepare for release

-----

slip into my love
gliding over your body
in constant caress

-----

words scrawled in passion
meaningless til heard and felt
even more... believed

-----

Original Poetry by Donovan Baldwin Copyright September 2019

Labels: body, desires, donovan baldwin, embarrassment, moonbeams, moonlight, poems, poetry, woman