*Per the suggestion of a very good friend, I decided to write a poem to get through something I've been going through, of late. And so, I wrote the following poem to help get through that something I've been going through. Below is that poem:
"Need You"
When all is said and done,
I need you
To help lift me up.
I need you.
When all else fails,
I need you
Cus I cannot keep up.
I need you.
When life is simply too difficult,
I need you
Here by my side.
I need you.
When I've even lost the will to live,
I need you
Even more to help me through.
I need you.
[And] when words fail me to reach out for help,
[That's when] I need you,
The most.
[God, please,] I need you.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: Nov. 22nd, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
"Need to Have You"
*This is a poem based on a want by me that I'd had about that I'd dreamt in wanting of another person to give to me of himself. I wanted him, mentally, as well as otherwise, for mentally enjoy him. He wanted sex with someone. So, I wanted sex with him to learn and enjoy him, more (as well as to enjoy the sex, itself. I am alive, after all. Lol). We never did have sex in real life, though, and remain friends. But, if one day he should ever want to do so, cus I care about him, I would if we ever would became more than friends. Anyway, I am NOT sharing this poem with him. Lol. It is a bit strong in its suggestion. So, I won't show it to him. Anyway, this poem is below:
"Need to Have You"
Take me, hon.
Lay me down and touch me.
Show me more of your need
That's so obvious to me
By giving me sex, please.
Please me, hon.
Make me shiver at your touch.
At your movements,
Your kisses,
And at your sounds you make
In orgasm and pleasure.
Turn me on, until
It is all too much.
Embrace me, hon.
Surround me with you.
Want to hear it,
See it,
And feel it
Of all that you do
When you are in the moment.
To learn you,
Know you,
have you,
And to be a part of
What can bring pleasure
For you.
Send me, hon.
I want to go with you
To that place so sweet, that,
in pleasure, you go to.
Let me, hon.
Please hear my pleads.
Take sex as you want,
Of sex that you need.
Give in for us, both,
To satiate our needs.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: Oct. 20th, 2011
"Need to Have You"
Take me, hon.
Lay me down and touch me.
Show me more of your need
That's so obvious to me
By giving me sex, please.
Please me, hon.
Make me shiver at your touch.
At your movements,
Your kisses,
And at your sounds you make
In orgasm and pleasure.
Turn me on, until
It is all too much.
Embrace me, hon.
Surround me with you.
Want to hear it,
See it,
And feel it
Of all that you do
When you are in the moment.
To learn you,
Know you,
have you,
And to be a part of
What can bring pleasure
For you.
Send me, hon.
I want to go with you
To that place so sweet, that,
in pleasure, you go to.
Let me, hon.
Please hear my pleads.
Take sex as you want,
Of sex that you need.
Give in for us, both,
To satiate our needs.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: Oct. 20th, 2011
"Grateful for You"
This poem isn't yet published (that I know of. I cannot remember if I'd added it within my revised poetry book or not, that can be found on Smashwords.com). This poem is about how I am grateful for the person who is my boyfriend.
"Grateful for You"
Your smile as you look at me.
So beautiful.
In your arms
Is where I want to be
Your laugh, a sound so sweet.
I want to see
More of it,
Each time we meet.
You ignite a will in me
To keep going
When things are tough
By your positive personality.
It all keeps me wanting to
Soak up moments
God grants me
With you.
Glad we are side-by-side
There for each other
Partners and friends, both,
Tonight, and for life.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: Dec. 10th, 2011
"Grateful for You"
Your smile as you look at me.
So beautiful.
In your arms
Is where I want to be
Your laugh, a sound so sweet.
I want to see
More of it,
Each time we meet.
You ignite a will in me
To keep going
When things are tough
By your positive personality.
It all keeps me wanting to
Soak up moments
God grants me
With you.
Glad we are side-by-side
There for each other
Partners and friends, both,
Tonight, and for life.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: Dec. 10th, 2011
"Goddess"
Being as I am bisexual, I know what it can be like for a woman to wake up next to her female partner. But, I'd wondered what it might be like for a heterosexual man to wake up next to his love of his life. So, I wrote this poem, below, to try to capture it, well, of what it might be like for a man.
"Goddess"
I look at you
Laying next to me,
And I take in the beauty
Of you
As you silently sleep.
Your silken skin
And thin body
Is God's gift to man.
And as my eyes roam over you
I'm moved by you, completely.
I want to touch you
And to have you,
But I resist to let you sleep,
Keeping my urges at bay
Of taking in all of you.
A Goddess, I see,
Laying next to me,
As I stare down, over you.
This sight, so intoxicating.
I thank God for giving you to me.
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: August 24th, 2011
"Goddess"
I look at you
Laying next to me,
And I take in the beauty
Of you
As you silently sleep.
Your silken skin
And thin body
Is God's gift to man.
And as my eyes roam over you
I'm moved by you, completely.
I want to touch you
And to have you,
But I resist to let you sleep,
Keeping my urges at bay
Of taking in all of you.
A Goddess, I see,
Laying next to me,
As I stare down, over you.
This sight, so intoxicating.
I thank God for giving you to me.
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: August 24th, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
"Need To Have You" (Revised title from its previous title of "Need You")
*This is a poem based what I want from any person who is a close friend if I like the person enough to want more than just friendship. It shows what I want, how I want, and why I want it all from the person. This poem has not yet been added to my poetry book. But, I am plannng on revising my poetry bo, yet, again, to add it, at some point. Anyway, read on....
"Need To Have You"
Take me, hon.
Lay me down and touch me.
Show me more of your need
That's so obvious to me
By giving me sex, please.
Please me, hon.
Make me shiver at your touch.
At your movements,
Your kisses,
And at your sounds you make
In orgasm and pleasure.
Turn me on, until
It is all too much.
Embrace me, hon.
Surround me with you.
Want to hear it,
See it,
And feel it
Of all that you do
When you are in the moment.
To learn you,
Know you,
have you,
And to be a part of
What can bring pleasure
For you.
Send me, hon.
I want to go with you
To that place so sweet, that,
in pleasure, you go to.
Let me, hon.
Please hear my pleads.
Take sex as you want,
Of sex that you need.
Give in for us, both,
To satiate our needs.
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: Oct. 20th, 2011
"Need To Have You"
Take me, hon.
Lay me down and touch me.
Show me more of your need
That's so obvious to me
By giving me sex, please.
Please me, hon.
Make me shiver at your touch.
At your movements,
Your kisses,
And at your sounds you make
In orgasm and pleasure.
Turn me on, until
It is all too much.
Embrace me, hon.
Surround me with you.
Want to hear it,
See it,
And feel it
Of all that you do
When you are in the moment.
To learn you,
Know you,
have you,
And to be a part of
What can bring pleasure
For you.
Send me, hon.
I want to go with you
To that place so sweet, that,
in pleasure, you go to.
Let me, hon.
Please hear my pleads.
Take sex as you want,
Of sex that you need.
Give in for us, both,
To satiate our needs.
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: Oct. 20th, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
This Book Is Now Revised
It took all night, but I've finally revised my book From the Heart: Poems, which can be found in both paperback and Kindle versions on Amazon via tis link: http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Poems-April-Morone/dp/1452844704/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317686974&sr=8-1. I revised it, including most of the poems that I'd already had in my book, plus the additional poems that I've added into the book (I've also grammatically revised the poems and the book, as well, to keep it to one sise of font and formatting, and I've divided my book into three different sections where I now have poems all sectioned into their appropriate areas within this book. I did a very thorough revision of my book, and I'm relived that I was able to get it done. I held off on working on the revisions of my romance novel, for Friday night, after all, cus I really wanted to get one project done at a time, instead of a little bit at a time of many projects. At any rate, this weekend, I plan on now revising my romance novel, and on revising it, thoroughly. And I plan on getting it finished of writing it within a month's time, or so (it could happen, sooner, possibly, but I have several different projects I am working on at the same time, including art and computer projects (computer projects that require the knowledge and usage of CSS, HTML, PHP, Javascript, etc.), at the moment. But, at least, I got this revision of my already published book done. That is a huge relief. And who knows? Maybe after writing some new poems, I might revise this same book, again and add those newer poems within it, as well, before starting a second poetry book, what will then become, later on, my third book, after my romance novel is published? Only time will tell. But for now, I'm relieved that I got this done, and am tired. So, I am going to go rest for a short while before my writers' meeting that I can attend via Skype, this morning, in just over an hour's time. Hugs, all.
P.s. One of the newer poems and newer additions to my poetry book is the poem "Walk With Me," which I am including in this poem, below:
“Walk With Me”
Walk with me
Into the night
Take me into your arms
Let everything be alright.
Embrace me, now,
And let yourself be free
From all the cares of the world
Take refuge in me
Come on and
Let yourself be free
Embrace life and love
And live happily
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: Oct. 1rst, 2011
P.s. One of the newer poems and newer additions to my poetry book is the poem "Walk With Me," which I am including in this poem, below:
“Walk With Me”
Walk with me
Into the night
Take me into your arms
Let everything be alright.
Embrace me, now,
And let yourself be free
From all the cares of the world
Take refuge in me
Come on and
Let yourself be free
Embrace life and love
And live happily
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: Oct. 1rst, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
"Dance Of Love" (Revised version of my original poem that is in my published book of poems)
Here is a sample of my book, titled "From The Heart," subtitled "Poems," but this version is revised as of July 14th, 2010.
"Dance of Love"
We are separate.
We are one.
Blended in motion.
Turning,Weaving,
In a dance that isn't done.
Moving left,
Then swaying right.
Connected to each other.
Touching; tight.
Then we move apart
In this timeless, beautiful art,
Saying with dance
What we cannot find in words.
Expressing our love
To endless musical chords.
We yearn for each other,
Showing we care.
This dance brings us tears
Because we know what is there.
Stepping into each other,
We all but kiss,
Then step away
To show that each other, we miss.
The pull of our love
Shown with each inward step,
then we sweep away from each other,
Twirling few feet away
To show our longing for each other
being kept away.
The ache that we feel,
When together and apart,
is shone by the movements we make
And expressions of this form of art.
Ballet says what we cannot-
Shows what we dare to speak,
Expressing so eloquently,
What we forever sought to say,
Showing our emotions, elegantly,
[As if to say,]
"I love you and you love me,
And forever, we'll try to be.
But we are torn, at times, apart,
Aching for each other
In our hearts."
It cannot work
Of our love, you see,
because we were too sensitive-
I'd hurt you and you'd hurt me.
But we will, forever, want to be
Because we are soul mates, meant to be.
And so we try, endlessly.
To be together, happily.
Our dance finally comes to an end.
And we step away, sadly,
Realising that we cannot continue,
Despite how we tried so fervently.
And we cry and yearn,
Aching deep in our hearts
Hurting, inside,
For our love that still burns.
Author: April Morone (a.k.a. 'Annika Doe. My pen name is my real name of 'April Morone')
Date, revised: July 14th, 2011
"Dance of Love"
We are separate.
We are one.
Blended in motion.
Turning,Weaving,
In a dance that isn't done.
Moving left,
Then swaying right.
Connected to each other.
Touching; tight.
Then we move apart
In this timeless, beautiful art,
Saying with dance
What we cannot find in words.
Expressing our love
To endless musical chords.
We yearn for each other,
Showing we care.
This dance brings us tears
Because we know what is there.
Stepping into each other,
We all but kiss,
Then step away
To show that each other, we miss.
The pull of our love
Shown with each inward step,
then we sweep away from each other,
Twirling few feet away
To show our longing for each other
being kept away.
The ache that we feel,
When together and apart,
is shone by the movements we make
And expressions of this form of art.
Ballet says what we cannot-
Shows what we dare to speak,
Expressing so eloquently,
What we forever sought to say,
Showing our emotions, elegantly,
[As if to say,]
"I love you and you love me,
And forever, we'll try to be.
But we are torn, at times, apart,
Aching for each other
In our hearts."
It cannot work
Of our love, you see,
because we were too sensitive-
I'd hurt you and you'd hurt me.
But we will, forever, want to be
Because we are soul mates, meant to be.
And so we try, endlessly.
To be together, happily.
Our dance finally comes to an end.
And we step away, sadly,
Realising that we cannot continue,
Despite how we tried so fervently.
And we cry and yearn,
Aching deep in our hearts
Hurting, inside,
For our love that still burns.
Author: April Morone (a.k.a. 'Annika Doe. My pen name is my real name of 'April Morone')
Date, revised: July 14th, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
"You and Me"
This poem I've written is about friendship and what it means between a best friend and me. This poem is below:
"You and Me"
I lay your head upon my shoulder
And speak softly to you,
Comforting you as I do so,
And listening to you,
Crying, inside, as I do.
I feel your hurt and pain,
And I see the hurt she does to you.
You cry, silently against me,
Lost in your despair and depression,
And ask what to do.
I say that I don't know.
And cry, myself, about this,
Not letting it show in my voice,
So to sound comforting and strong,
Thankful your back is facing me, during this.
I feel helpless to help you
Through it all.
And don't know what I can do.
I look at you to make sure you're alright,
And that you don't still feel like you might fall ([to suicide]).
You get up and go light a cigarette.
I silently thank God
For all he's done to help you through.
Feeling worn, I go rest.
You come sit next to me and prod.
So, I tell you that I'm fine
Because I worry you might not handle others' worries, too.
I see you smile, put your hand on my shoulder,
Then, nod and get up to put a movie on.
And we laugh at the funny parts of it, just me and you.
At times, you are there for me-
You'd held me as I'd cried,
Helped me through tough times,
And helped me when no one else could,
No matter how hard they'd tried.
I think back on that,
As I hear you laughing.
And I can't help but smile-
Smile about this, plus at hearing you happy.
Our friendship has the process of graphing-
Of making us more whole, again-
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
I decide,
As we watch the movie, and laugh at the funny parts of it,
Silently thankful for each other, this day.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 2nd, 2011
"You and Me"
I lay your head upon my shoulder
And speak softly to you,
Comforting you as I do so,
And listening to you,
Crying, inside, as I do.
I feel your hurt and pain,
And I see the hurt she does to you.
You cry, silently against me,
Lost in your despair and depression,
And ask what to do.
I say that I don't know.
And cry, myself, about this,
Not letting it show in my voice,
So to sound comforting and strong,
Thankful your back is facing me, during this.
I feel helpless to help you
Through it all.
And don't know what I can do.
I look at you to make sure you're alright,
And that you don't still feel like you might fall ([to suicide]).
You get up and go light a cigarette.
I silently thank God
For all he's done to help you through.
Feeling worn, I go rest.
You come sit next to me and prod.
So, I tell you that I'm fine
Because I worry you might not handle others' worries, too.
I see you smile, put your hand on my shoulder,
Then, nod and get up to put a movie on.
And we laugh at the funny parts of it, just me and you.
At times, you are there for me-
You'd held me as I'd cried,
Helped me through tough times,
And helped me when no one else could,
No matter how hard they'd tried.
I think back on that,
As I hear you laughing.
And I can't help but smile-
Smile about this, plus at hearing you happy.
Our friendship has the process of graphing-
Of making us more whole, again-
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
I decide,
As we watch the movie, and laugh at the funny parts of it,
Silently thankful for each other, this day.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 2nd, 2011
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