Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Luxuria (Lust)
Exquisite body
I desire your flesh
To own
Be my property
So none may touch but me
Hunger
At times
Has driven me to dine
Elsewhere, on bodies offered
Flesh owned by none
But I claimed you briefly
With Love, sweet words
Like a spring flower
You opened up to me
Stolen from the garden
Lustful, oh Loving eyes
Burnt images of flesh upon my mind
Young lithe body
Slim porcelain goddess
Desire, writhed in ecstasy
Hot bodies
Tender flesh entwined
Friction, stoked the fire
Bruises left behind
A mark of my desire
Oh my plaything
Wanton flesh
To have you
Spill my seed
No greater need in Love, nay Lust
Oh, but tarry here
Between the sheets
Blessed with Love
Nay Lust
With me
Two bodies
Caught in fire
Shall burn together
In Lust, FOR LOVE
Forever, you and me.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Guilt In Limbo
In an awful limbo I lie
Caught in this predicament
Pit and Pendulum I espy
Oh woe is me
For between them is I
Only fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
My eyes were caught by your fire
Plunged my hands deep in the flame
Only now I feel the pain
Tortured in every moment
Your flame a candle
Lights the darkness
But why?
To see between a Pit and Pendulum
Is where I lie
I hold out my hands
To one
In hopes they may be grasped
But smack them hard
And make me cry
In my fire
You placed your hands
Eager to take
But smothered
The fire shall fade
Cut the cord
To set me free
You hold me close
No where else can I be
But stay
Bitter anguish
Guilt accompany
Between Pit and Pendulum
Here I be
Such irony
Pointless
Predicament
Pained
And player be
But Poe
You make a fool of me
Whose choice is Sin
On either
Him or Me
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Humilitas
Oh a gentle soul
Softly spoken
Eager heart and mind to please
Sit ye here,
To heed unspoken
Knowledge passed
From you to me
Here, we students
Minds open
Wait to hear
Of thoughts, opinions
Academics spoken
Young and thoughtful
Ever learning
Not passive though
This timid heart
She'll aim to speak
So know her mind
Young thoughts
They need your nurture
To grow strong
Knowledge
Wisdom
Merely Seeds
Shall grow
One has faith in her
Devotion
And your patronage
These eyes seek a lesson
From a worthy teacher
Place their faith in you
Will watch
And learn
Be not bitter
Humbled by what you knew
Knows she only needs to
learn this lesson
Affirm that doubtful
voice in time
That we all fall from grace
Should not be such a crime
Redemption is ever for the humble
For those who have
Much still to learn
Know the mighty Oak
May fall
Yet immortality springs forth
From humble seeds
Thou, shall rise again
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Superbia
To careless banter
I detest
For other souls may spend their time
In trivial thoughts
While I recline in sombre thought
And put my mind to the test
My love, she is fair
With gentle soul, and a delicate air
But her youth, her mind
Still short in years
For til she grows
I shall not share her with my peers
My opinion wins the match
No humble discourse to partake
I stand strong
Not argue for the weak
Nor etiquette in philosophical argument
I shall entail
To give your thoughts
The benefit
My mind be blind to your emotion
Though sway my heart
If you must entreat
But "Cogito, ergo sum"
Is my reply
My heart is naught
My mind is all
Youth, charms, gaity
They fail to sway me
To none have I ever been
SEDUCED!
You look at one who shall
Not humble
Though once
I may have cared to imitate
Ill fated Achilles
A 'heel' was I to admit
One heart had weakened
My mind a little
In DEBT, tis owned!
But cast aside
Prevailed in logic
She circles not amongst my kin
But oh tis hubris
Fatal
My mind, this Heart
May yet to fall.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - My heart be bound to you alone
We always crave what we are denied
Indeed we do, and so do I
A little taboo to add some spice
Can make the pleasant, very nice
If you push me away
All I desire is your touch
But welcoming arms
The sweeter will be
Is it so guilty to mix a little pleasure
With a pinch of pain?
For only when I'm enslaved
Can I feel free again
People forget what true intimacy can bring
When sex is no longer to love
And you may just be a 'fling'
If pleasure is simply for the flesh
Then I choose to feed my soul
For pain is love, deny my flesh
And love me for my soul
Softest touch around my neck
Gentle kisses break no sweat
But leave a mark for all to see
And they will know who my true love be
Oh this is a sweet paradox
To hurt the ones we love
But no other may get close enough
Or own the key, break the lock
Collar me, Claim me
I long to be only yours
No other flesh do I wish to touch
And they will dare not touch me
Wedding bands of gold
Those precious diamonds sparkle
But glorify this symbol of slavery
Ownership, is to deny a purer bond
Do I own you?
Or you own me?
A master needs a slave to be,
Completed, together you and me.
But don't forget,
Consent was given
And I will resent
Abuse of power which I bestowed
For no greater test
Of loves purity
When you have control
Of all of me.
By Hilary Wheaton
Drawings - Me
The aim was to pay particular attention to my eyes. I feel however that my face has changed a bit since then, partly since I drew this a few years ago. Age will do that to you.
Paintings - Subjective Self
A very introverted, isolated expression of my 'self'. One for those dark moments and days that our emotions are always prone to. In the style of work by Fred Gress.
Love Poems - Lullaby
Sleep, with its warm embrace
Is oh so sweeter beside you
When the bed lays open, inviting
You lay nestled in a sea of blankets
Silky smoothe skin, downy hairs
To run my fingerstips over
And pull you close
Two naked bodies locked in embrace
To let sleep take us,
No greater intimacy
Then to see you slumber naked
Here next to me
Unconcious, a mind in dream
So vulnerable
Your face calm, relaxed
Like a child to me you seem
You used to snore
Melodic thunderous notes
They were but a lullaby
As I gently slumbered, perchance to dream
But no greater joy in sleep
Is to be had, then sweet words
Softly spoken
"I love you", in gentle slumber
Lay we here to dream no more
No lullaby to sleep meets me
Twas just a promise, broken
To sleep is bitter, like the salt of the sea.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - A loaf of bread
Lonely soul
This simple girl
As she wanders through the desert
Carries with her
A loaf of bread
Aimlessly
Here
There
Forever moving
Never stopping
Lost, yet unwilling to retrace a step
Birds
Wings like fans
Shade on occassion for her figure
The burning sun
Circle lazily
But they spy her bread
For which they hunger
Grains of sand no staple
Fail to satisfy
Barren stomachs
Swoop
Swoop
Here
There
A small soul falters
Pieces of bread
Stolen
Here
There
Who would notice?
Such a small price to pay
But journey with no destination
Like this soul is on
An eternity of wandering, not noting what has gone
Small pieces
Soon seem larger
A girl with hands palm open
No bread is left to clasp
Sheds a tear unspoken
Fearing how she will last
Yet she will learn a lesson
The birds alone could teach
A soul needs no bread
To carry is but a burden
Deny her though
This token
Empty hands feel weak
She'd rather have the burden
Than know she'd need not eat.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Music Hath Charm
I watch him play the guitar
Strong fingers dance a pattern
One hand strums to the beat
Silently I listen
Admiring, I wish to imitate
My fingers supple, weak not strong
Determined they dance a pattern
But I falter, fail to hold a beat
I've got no rhythm
But he has
I've got no rhythm
To rhyme
Nor reason
I've got no rhythm
Oh but he has
I lost my beat
No rhyme
Nor reason
I've got no rhythm
Can't strum no harmony for him
Oh lord have mercy
For all I still wonder
If I got no rhythm
To rhyme
Nor reason
Lord, does he?
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Layers of Sentiment (short)
Hands passed
From you to me
A present from the past
Few words, no emotion inscribed
Sentimental covering in code
Wrapped...
A Secret
This gift from you to me.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - How Do I love Thee?
I love your smile, when I see it I know your joy;
I love your tears, when they fall I know you are only human.
I love your eyes, they are the windows to your soul;
I love your ears, for they hear the words of love I speak.
I love your voice, it whispers to me in those dark moments, not only sweetness;
but the courage to go on.
I love the absence of your voice, in those moments when words can no longer convey meaning;
and the greatest gift is to listen.
I love your arms, for the warmth they bring when they wrap around me;
I love your hands, for those moments when you reach out, and tell me you are by my side.
I love your fingers, that draw hot lines across my flesh;
and raise such passion from the depths of my soul.
I love your breath, that breathes such sweetness into each kiss;
and last, but never least;
I love your heart, that beats a strong and steady pulse
So you may be alive each day, each moment
That you share with me.
By Hilary Wheaton.
Although this poem was written for someone who no longer loves me, I still think it is beautiful and worth posting here. I don't think the lines lose any of their meaning, at least not for me and that is the reason one writes poetry in the first place. Yes, we may write about another, or for another, but ultimately what we write comes from inside us, and if it's not there, we have no muse.
Love Poems - A History of Flowers
Once a young man said to me, Every girl loves Flowers, And when I uttered My love had not been tested A dozen roses he sent to me. This young man His heart misplaced. A dozen roses he sent with speed, With thoughts to ease my heart But I no longer had the strength he needed. On a very special day for me, Admired, my man, he came to see, An open door, my beaming face His arms, with flowers held A dozen roses, glass hearts Half a dozen months they passed with speed, Spring roses he sent, soft colours A promise of young love in blossom Not lust these roses But Love for me A broken heart, alone I be To a single rose was given Some hope again, oh hope unknown But a rose of lust Is not of love Sick soul confined Piscean flowers to set me free he thought Water flowers for the fish To care, to love No lust I see This history of flowers A tale to tell Should they be given, should I love? Oh every girl loves flowers Yes even me
By Hilary Wheaton
Drawings - August Woman (Fantasy)
By Hilary Wheaton
I drew this woman from the original painting in Boris Vallejo and Julie Bell's
Fantasy Calender 2006
Drawings - Women
I drew these women from the painting '
Ulysses and the Sirens' by Draper because I liked the shape of their bodies.
By Hilary Wheaton
Paintings - Tiger
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - A Love Letter Recieved, by an Unknown Lover
I read these words,
daily they come to me
emotions upon a modern parchment
in eloquent strings of binary
You know not my heart
it's desires, fears and conquests
I disown it
For it questions my pride and makes a mockery of me
"Have I loved?" you write,
"None have loved I"
Phantasms of emotion
Etched upon the screen
Anger MY emotions
Jealousy, rage and disgust
A love that ended
Was it ever a love at all?
I doubt
You doubt
Yet it is doubt that makes a mockery of us
But if there is doubt,
there is Hope?
Nay, none at all,
for MY eyes read none,
Daily I am NOT reminded
Strings of binary leave loose ends
I heed them not
Though I may fall
I am elsewhere
Preoccupied.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - A Love Letter to Unknown
What is this thing called Love? Will you answer me this? Is it, a gentle caress, the softest touch, or a stern hand? Is it, a loss of breath, intaken and stolen in a single moment....or the heavy breathing of desire? Should I long for you in absence? Or if your love is true, would you be forever at my side? Is love to comply, to offer yourself to me unquestioning Or, to speak your mind knowing you will always be heard? Should I tremble in your presence, at your touch, or should I feel familiar after so many embraces. Is love a burning fire, or the warmth of its embers? Could I feel secure in love, nay, take for granted a constant love...or value it more because ones love is always able to be denied? If my love is true, and my heart rejoices, can tears be shed? Or shall I wear naught but smiles. To love, should we feel pain, as well as pleasure? If my love is true, I shall say sorry. No, I shall not, for love is to never utter those words. Are these crazy things we partake in, love? Or it's absence If you kiss my lips with hunger, and taste my flesh in fits of passion do I feel lust, or love? Love is free? So why is a ring a sign of true love and devotion? A naked finger, its absence? Does Love know no bounds.... Respect no limits? Respect not I For I know not, what Love is Have I Loved? For I feel none has Loved me.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - Eternity
My greedy jealous soul
Hungers for your embrace
Together, two souls entwined
Til eternity
Is as nothing but a grain of sand
In the hourglass of time
By Hilary Wheaton
Paintings- Flower
By Hilary Wheaton
