I love to write poetry. I like the way that I feel when I have words flowing around in my head and I love reading poetry. Here are my favorites, in no particular order. All poetry seen here are original works by Shani Karyse.
LOVE©
Love, the way you move, the smoothness of
your skin. When we're together not even the wind cannot come
between our...
Love, the way you look when you do what you do. When you think,
drink, walk, talk, you aren't aware that what I am feeling is...
Love, the answer to a silent question, the work that fulfills an
unmade promise that forever we will know that we could only be
in...
Love, the fear and feeings, and moments that make time with you
special,
Love, the commitment, the promise that our passion is physical,
mental, emotional, and spiritual because of..
Love, the thing that makes you my man, and me your woman,
Love, the single, non-refundable, unconditonal gift from my heart
to yours. The rainbow bridge that has come across a sea of doubt
and left us in an ocean of...
Love, and when all things fade away and nothing seems to remain,
the light that looms on in the distance and brightens the way to
a new tomorrow will be our LOVE.
ALL THAT I AM ©
I can fall to the depths of my soul, but I will still be me,
I can climb to heights untold, and swim the width of the widest sea,
I can move through masses of solidness and float through gas with grace,
But the me I've always been will be the only me you see when you look at my face.
I can flash like lightening smooth and quick,
I can leave you alone in darkness,
I can fly through the air like a bird or a plane,
I can give you a space in my heart,
If I were the greatest person to ever live,
What difference would it make what I had to give?
If I had all, if I had none,
Of the many things I could be, there is only one
One thing I could be that is all that I am, and all I will ever be is me.
Sur Realism©
The edges are blurred,
It doesn't really make any sense,
Everything is part of something else,
Sit on the TV, watch the table,
Nothing good is on,
Sleep on the vaccume cleaner for a while,
Something about this doesn't seem right.
I am tired of walking on the walls.
Why do I keep staring at the dirt in the sky?
What is so special about the stars on the ground?
I love the feel of the grass blowing through my hair.
This can not be real.
THIS IS BEYOND REAL