Ladyjewels

Tag: Love

  • War through a teenagers eyes.

    Author: ladyjewel

    Now so many years later i close my eyes.
    I smell the man i lost so long ago,
    The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
    His hug was soft and strong.

    The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.

    And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.

    He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.

    Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.

    They came to say they would not be sending him back,
    They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.

    I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    I was 13 my dad was in the Rodesian war.
    I miss him

  • A Lady .

    A “Lady”, is gentle and kind, respectful and knows when to walk away.
    She can be submissive and glow with a sense of pride, and she can hold her partner’s head to her chest and kiss away tears, feeling proud to be let so deeply into another’s soul.

    A “Lady”, will stand up to anyone or anything that threatens her loved one’s.

    And a”Lady”, will open up all she is to the person who holds her soul, for Him alone, she will become a sexual whore who will thrill at being shown how to give and receive pleasures, she will be His teacher and pupil, loving and loyal.

    To be a “Lady”, is beautiful and to be loved by a “Lady”, is a gift to treasure

  • His Words bring Him to life.


    Author: ladyjewel


    An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,
    Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted.

    Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges and the writing faded and hard to read.

    From inside that box a rush of memories and feelings come flying at her, she closes her eyes and slow tears fall, a few drops added to the old stains already there.

    If she opened the pages she would read his words and again be with him as he sat in the bush with the gunfire around him and wrote his feelings and love down on the pages he sent to her.

    She runs her finger over the paper and suddenly his hand seems to cover her hand, she feels the warmth seep into her soul and his eyes are suddenly smiling into her as he stands her up and takes her into his arms, they dance and twirl and he smiles.

    She sighs and gently closes the box, the letters still the same, the ribbon still perfect and in place, she has every word he wrote in there, but her eyes don’t need to see them, her heart remembers them too well.

    So many years after he never returned as he promised, the words still connect him to her soul as it would do again…..one day, she feels it in her heart.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013

  • Our Snow White Rose.

    Author: ladyjewel

    She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
    The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.

    Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
    Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.

    Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.

    Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.

    Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013

  • Broken Doll.

    Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
    she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.

    Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.

    And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.

    Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her body and face splintered and cracked
    and she lay there feeling nothing at all.

    That’s where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had healed.

  • Remember me

    Author: ladyjewel

    She smiles and looks around at the people around her,
    Outside she is carm, relaxed, happy and smiles.

    He watches her smile, looks deeper and notices the smile didn’t reach her eyes,
    He sees her relaxed state and notices her hands clenched in her lap,
    He sees the people around her and notices they don’t see what he sees.

    He walks up and stands behind her, reaches down and strokes her shoulder,
    She feels him and tenses.
    He walks around and takes her hand, lifts it to his lips and kisses her fingers.
    She looks into his eyes and sees him, she knows he can see her like nobody else.

    She smiles and this time her eyes go soft and her hand closes around his.

    She opens her eyes and he’s gone, she lets one tear fall, takes a deep breath and smiles once more at the people around her that can never see inside like he could.

  • Someone Special.

    After living so long content to just be a woman, a mother a girl.

    And then her life was complete, her children adults, and all she was made for had come out whole and good.

    She stood looking out at the sea, the tears like rivers over her cheeks followed the same path as the rivers of red warm blood running down her back, the deep wounds where the wings had been, the same pair that had tried so hard to stay so many times before, and every time she was crushed she came here and they ripped from her back and floated away on the waves as she stood again and cried for what could have been.

    That was a while ago now and one day she got a written message and the gentlest of touches and the wounds again began to heal, the buds of her wings began to grow so very slowly, he gently touched her heart and she glowed, he handed her his soul and she placed it beside her soul and he joined them with a silver thread, this thread she tested many times since and so far it has held, she smiled as she changed this morning for the wings have almost grown strong enough to help her fly, strong enough to believe in her own magic, she is his rose and she will always fly to him, as long as he keeps her soul safe her wings will be safe and never bleed again.

  • For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.

    Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

    They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?
    Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don’t have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

    God’s newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her

  • Black lace


    Author: ladyjewel


    Red high heels shape the arch of her feet,
    Black silk stockings cling to her legs ending in a ring of lace just above her knees,
    She lays stretched out on the table arms at her sides the long lace gloves framing her hands and hugging her arms,
    Her hair falling in waves over the end of the table.

    She turns her head slowly and smiles at the Man who walks slowly into the room, his eyes never leaving her gaze, her red lips curl in a soft smile and her hands hold the rose out to him offering him the sweet smelling flower

  • Waterfall lovers


    Author: ladyjewel


    She picked a flower growing near the river and placed it in her hair, it was a beautiful red, it showed so well in her dark hair, she trailed her hand in the cool water and the spray from the waterfall felt cool on her face.

    He walked out of the water as if he was part of it and smiled at the girl who sat waiting, his skin glistened and the water fell in rivers down his body making it seem like he was a part of the river.

    He held out his hand and she placed hers into his, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her high swinging her around, she laughed and kissed him, then they seemed to disappear into the water falling softly over the rocks.

    The tour guild walked into the clearing and turned to the people there, he had been bringing people here for years and he still felt the two souls of the lovers who drowned so long ago as if it was yesterday.