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Beneath The Armour

by

Sandie McDonald

The knight so handsome in his armour,
Sits upon his majestic white horse.
A sword and dagger hang from his waist,
He fights for his country with no remorse.

He's so brave and strong and valiant,
His heart filled with deepest passion.
He leads the battle for what he believes in,
Takes responsibilty for all the action.

Beneath the cold, hard, heavy exterior,
When the helmet and armour are hung up high.
Alone with his princess, he's sweet and romantic,
The tenderness for her, he cannot deny.

The soft,almost delicate caress of a gentleman,
So different from what he represents.
How a man so courageous and deadly in battle,
Can be charming and so full of substance.

This man is so complex, yet to him it's so clear,
His loves are so different, yet both in extreme.
Love for his country,- about courage and honour,
For her he's submissive, for it's she who is supreme.

Her beauty haunts him more than anything he's seen,
When he looks in her eyes, he feels weak at the knees.
This man who is worshipped and seen as a hero,
Falls victim to love and all valour disappears.

This powerful man surrenders to her in an instant,
With just a smile, or the gentle touch of her hand.
For it's love that is stronger than any known power,
Only those who have truly loved can understand.


Tease No More

by

Sandie McDonald

I wish that you were here with me,
So I could feel the touch of your hand.
I'd whisper what I want from you,
Just do as I command.

To feel your lips so close to mine,
As you're calling out my name.
So close they're almost touching,
But playing that teasing game.

The desire I want you to feel,
As you stare into my eyes.
That wanting, yearning feeling,
That passion that never dies.

Just give in - stop teasing now,
And press your lips to mine.
Let me slip my tongue inside,
And taste you - sweet as wine.

Kiss me long and kiss me hard,
Make my juices start to flow.
Touch me here, as I touch you there,
Then make love to me , so slow.

Slow and sensual, make it last,
Just like it is in my dream.
Make me moan, and make me groan,
Make me want to scream.

And when it's over, don't move away,
Just lay in my arms forever.
Tell me that you'll never leave me,
That we shall always stay together.


Too Late

by

Sandie McDonald

Watching you tonight me dear,
You look beautiful and so sweet.
Your favourite dress that fits just right,
Black, patent sandals on your feet.

Hair so shiny, framing your face,
Your lips are painted pink.
I cannot help but stare at you,
I don't even want to blink.

The way I feel about you know,
It's so hard to realise.
That after I say good-bye tonight,
Never again will I look in those eyes.

Can't you hear me call your name?
Can't you see I'm on my knees?
Just let me hold you one more time,
Can't you see, -I'm begging, PLEASE.

Please just try to open your eyes,
And look at me one more time.
Let me kiss your lips once more,
Then everything will be fine.

But you just lay there motionless,
Your skin as cold as ice.
I'd like to hear you laugh again,
Even a little smile would suffice.

It's all gone now, no hope at all,
I miss you more than I can say.
But I know we'll be together once more,
Till then - I shall think of you everyday.


How Sad

by

Sandie McDonald

Like the cold steel blade of a chisel,
Piercing through my heart.
The bitter blinding pain I feel,
As it's being torn apart.

And although you cannot see,
The blood so slowly dripping.
Nor hear the blinding screams,
That I suppress as it is ripping.

You'd know if you looked in my eyes,
The fear and scars they hide.
The suffering and the agony,
Of haunting memories deep inside.

Look deep and close inside them,
There you will find the truth.
How cold and sad my life can be,
In my eyes you'll see the proof.

So if sometimes I may seem distraught,
Or sad or cry too much.
It's just my emotions boiling over,
And I need a friendly touch.


When Love Is Gone

by

Sandie McDonald

Solitude and loneliness,
Drives a person to insanity.
When love has died and faded,
Leaves a feeling of total inadequacy.

Impenetrable and callous,
The heart turns cold as stone.
There's no-one you can turn to,
So you suffer all alone.

Agony and humiliation,
It all gets so intense.
How can I face another day,
The pain is so immense.

Abandoned and defenceless,
Lost all my will to strive.
Life is just existence,
A struggle to survive.

Penitent and remorseful,
For everything I've done.
Need love to make me feel alive,
Fill my heart with elation.

Anticipating and optimistic,
I will find love once more.
Please just give me one more chance,
Your love I need........I implore.


Just Once

by

Sandie McDonald

The moment that we meet,
When your eyes look into mine.
As you softly whisper my name,
I feel my temperature rise.

The tender touch of your hand,
The warmth of your embrace.
The soft warm feel,
Of your breath upon my face.

Your tongue flicking my lips,
Then inside my mouth.
Feeling your hand on my breast,
Then moving further south.

Pleasing, gentle caresses,
All over my skin.
Pulling you toward me,
Let me guide you in.

Our bodies then entwine,
Together we move so slow.
Holding each other tighter,
Feeling the passion grow.

Fulfilling each others desire,
You inside me deep.
A feeling so intense,
It makes me almost weep.

As the rhythm then increases,
Our bodies covered in sweat.
We reach that pinnacle moment,
For me there is no regret.


Come To Me

by

Sandie McDonald

Come to me, I need you,
I need to feel your arms.
Right now I feel so empty,
Come delight me with your charms.

Relentlessly you pursued me,
My love you said you'd conquer.
Now it's time for me to yield,
I'll take anything you offer.

So come to me, I want you,
My happiness was a delusion.
Believed I could do it on my own,
Now I see it was an illusion.

You made me face reality,
Made me see the awful truth.
I need someone beside me,
Help me re-live some of my youth.

Now come to me my darling,
For it's you I so desire.
I need to feel you part of me,
To my bed let us retire.

You re-kindled so many emotions,
Even found some that didn't exist.
Opened my heart to so much passion,
Without you my life would desist.

Just come to me, I crave you,
I'm so desperate for your affection.
For me there can be no-one else,
To me you are simply perfection.


Is This The End?

by

Sandie McDonald

The crashing of the thunder,
Masks the sound of smashing glass.
Silent tears run down my face,
As I wait for the fear to pass.

A sudden boldness seems to appear,
As the glass slashes across my wrist.
I watch the blood as it spurts out,
Trickling down my clenched fist.

My hand is stiff and white,
Beneath the dripping blood.
I feel a tightness in my chest,
As though I'm drowning in a flood.

My mind in a state of panic,
What is this that I have done?
This slow yet painless departure,
Of a life that never saw fun.

Do I really want this ending?
Should I come back up for breath?
Is this just a cry for help?
Do I really want this death?

I take a look into the mirror,
A sad, sad face I see.
Do I want this all to be over?
Is this really the end for me?

Wet from tears and sweat,
I'm falling to the ground.
Silence is all that's left now,
Silence - the worst possible kind of sound.

As darkness overcomes me,
Cold and still on the floor I lie.
Alone and feeling defeated,
As I slowly wait to die. . .


Take A Close Look

by

Sandie McDonald

Look into my eyes,
Make sure you look real deep.
Do you see the secrets?
That inside I do keep.
Secrets that keep haunting,
That often make me weep.

Look inside my heart,
Imagine how I feel.
Do you see the scars?
The wounds I have are real.
Though the scars may fade,
They can never ever heal.

Now look at my face,
How I hide behind a lie.
Don't you always see me smiling,
I won't let you see me cry.
But do I really need to hide the truth,
Until the day I die. . .


Is It?

by

Sandie McDonald

Is this how love's meant to feel?
The mere mention of your name,
Releases a thousand butterflies
In the pit of my stomach.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
The anticipation of hearing your voice,
Causes my heart to skip a beat,
Sending palpitations throughout my entire body.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Craving for your touch.
Exasperated because you are not here,
Dejected because I am not there.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Anxiety over when we will meet again.
Distressed when I close my eyes,
Only to visualise you, but not feel you.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
My mind exhausted from thoughts of you.
You are the last thing on my mind at night,
You are the first thought when I awake.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Is it?
Your name. . .
Your voice . . .
Your touch. . .
You. . .
Just you. . .
Only you. . .
Is this love?
Tell me,
Is it?


Brave And Fearless

by

Sandie McDonald

They left so brave and fearless,
Knowing only the strong will prevail.
Looking proud and rather impressive,
In their uniforms as they set sail.

To fight for justice of the country,
For freedom of their mind.
To stand up for their honour,
For the rights of all mankind.

None of them knew what lay ahead,
As the ship pulled from the shore.
Leaving behind family and loved ones,
Hoping they would live to see them once more.

Courage and valour helped keep them alive,
As they battled the forces against them.
Witnessing death and the suffering,
Of mangled bodies that once were tough men.

Images of bloodshed and torture,
Would stay in their minds for years.
These once tough and mighty warriors,
Finally admitted they too possess fears.

While many returned home as heroes,
They seemed to have a little less pride.
Their spirit appeared to be dampened,
Their hearts somewhat mellow inside.

Sometimes looks are deceiving,
Their large mighty stature may astound.
But they too can be gentle when needed,
Something tender inside can be found.

Experiencing life to extremity,
Memories he has in his mind.
Have contributed to his character,
A more honourable man, you'll never find.


That Day Will Come

by

Sandie McDonald

That Day Will Come

One day, you will feel
The softness of my lips brush against your cheek,
The delicate caress of my fingertips
all over your body,
the taste of my tongue within your mouth.

One day, you will hear me,
Whisper your name
over and over and over,
whisper just how much I crave you.

One day, you will feel,
The warmth of my body
underneath yours,
as you gently lower yourself onto me,
then slowly into me.

One day, you will hear,
My moans of desire,
My groans of pleasure,
My squeals of delight,
My gasps of ecstasy.

One day,
You will hear me say I love you,
You will see it in my eyes,
You will feel it in the depth of your soul.

One day, you will see me smile,
And know it is you, that makes me so happy.
One day I will make you happy too.
One day,
that day will come.
How I long for that day.


Departure

by

Sandie McDonald

Please forgive me for what I must do,
But life has no meaning, for me it's taboo.
To those I leave behind, I pray you understand,
This life just has not turned out like I planned.
I planned for happiness, smiles and laughter,
Not all this sadness, from which I seek departure.
Each heart can only take so much heartache,
Mine has reached its limit - no more can it take.
Forgive me, but this torture is more than I can bear,
I'm tired of having to go through this nightmare.
Try not to judge me for what I must do,
Imagine my life, and what I have gone through.
Constant reminders of how it all went so wrong,
Just makes me weaker, though I've tried hard to be strong.
But I just can't get over it, can't face one more day,
Please pray for my soul, after I've gone away.
Try to understand, why I must now depart,
Ask God that I finally find peace in my heart.


Darkness Closing In

by

Sandie McDonald

Most days I dont wish to get out of my bed,
Just lay there with the covers pulled over my head.
Don't open the curtains, I don't want to see,
The world out my window is forbidden to me.
I'm stuck in confusion, can't seem to get out,
One moment I'm silent, the next I scream and shout.
I'm just too damn tired to let myself live,
I just don't seem to have anything worthwhile left to give.
Just let me close my eyes and peacefully sleep,
So I forget all the painful secrets that I keep.
I just can't go on like this any more,
My life isn't worth living like this that's for sure.
The light from my life has all but gone dim,
Darkness just seems to be closing in.
If I don't escape this torture in my brain,
It won't be too long before I go insane.
Why can't I sleep for a week maybe two,
Then wake up refreshed and start life anew.
Things in my mind I really need to forget,
Deal with them first, then look past regret.
I know I can do it, I need time and space,
To stop all the darkness closing in on this place.
Once I conquer my demons and let the light in,
Then put the past behind me, then life might begin.


My Knight In Shining Armour

by

Sandie McDonald

I wait for the day we finally meet,
Just to feel you touching my hand.
If only your eyes could look into mine,
Then you might just understand.

How I'm stuck in side this prison cell,
I'm caught up in these chains.
I doubt I'll ever be broken free,
But the dream and hope remains.

I dream of the one who holds the key,
That can open up this cell.
My knight in shining armour,
That can free me from this hell.

A strong white knight upon his horse,
That will sweep me off my feet.
Bring back the sunshine into my life,
So from this darkness I may retreat.

In my dreams my world is different,
It's clear and happy and bright.
Unlike this dungeon - dark and cold,
It's warm and so full of light.

Are you the one I'm dreaming of,
That can free my heart and soul.
From this wicked world in which I live,
To get my life back in control.


Disillusion

by

Sandie McDonald

Confusion in my mind,
An illusion of you and me together,
The conclusion is apparent-
It was a delusion from the start,
I was an intrusion in your life.
The extrusion hurts like hell.
A contusion on my heart,
A profusion of pain.
I need exclusion from the suffering,
I seel seclusion from the world.


My Promise To You

by

Sandie McDonald

I promise to give you the best of myself,
and to ask for no more in return.
I promise to accept you the way that you are,
everything about you I wish to learn.
I love your qualities and outlook on life,
so I won't try to reshape your image.
I promise to respect you and your needs,
to fulfill your desires is my privelage.
Though your interests may differ from my own,
they are no less important than mine.
I promise to share with you my time and attention,
to bring you joy, happiness and sunshine.
I promise to keep myself open to you,
to bring strength to our relationship.
I promise to share my most inner thoughts,
and any secrets or fears in a our partnership.
I promise to stay with you as we grow old,
to be willing to face change together.
To keep our life alive and exciting,
in the hope that you'll love me forever.
Finally. . .I promise to love you,
With everything I have to give.
With everything I feel inside,
Completely, forever, as long as I live.


Don't Just. . .

by

Sandie McDonald

Don't just look at me . . .
see me.
Don't just listen to me . . .
hear me.
Don't just sit with me . . .
be with me.
Don't just kiss me. . .
taste me.
Don't just want me. . .
need me.
Don't just touch me. . .
feel me.
Don't just take me. . .
hold me.
Don't just love me. . .
be in love with me.
Don't just believe me. . .
trust in me.
Don't just think of me. . .
understand me.
Don't just be a part of my life. . .
be my life.


To Me You Are

by

Sandie McDonald

You are my weakness,
Yet you are my strength.
You are not just my lover,
But also my friend.
You are not only my teacher,
But also my student.
You are my beginning,
You will be my end.


One Last Tear

by

Sandie McDonald

A single tear
is all that's left,
slowly trickling its way down my cheek.

I feel its heat,
I feel its wetness,
This one single tear is my last.
I have cried too much,
have cried too hard,
too long.

So, this one last single tear,
s l o w l y drips its way down my left cheek,
Down,
the left side of my neck,
down,
over my left breast
then it evaporates. . .
as it reaches my heart.
For, you are in my heart
and you have absorbed that tear.
So now i need cry no more.


Even In My Final Hour

by

Sandie McDonald

Even in my final hour,
I shall never forget you.
You will never leave my heart
until I leave this world.

When it is time for me to depart,
It will be your touch, your voice on my mind.
Before I close my eyes forever,
It will be your face I wish to see.
Before my lips are sealed forever,
It will be your name that I shall whisper
with my dying breath.
For even in my final hour I shall wish for you.
Just like I do now.
Even in my final hour I'll be loving you.
Just liek I do now,
Loving you.....
is slowly killing me.
My final hour is drawing near,
Don't let my final hour be without you.


Friends? ? ?

by

Sandie McDonald

Late last night alone in bed,
I thought of you and smiled.
What fun we had earlier on,
Your memory drove me wild.

As I closed my eyes I imagined,
What I'd do if you were there. . .
Reach out and touch your handsome face,
Run my fingers through your hair.

I'd whisper your name over and over,
Lay close as I looked in your eyes.
They're saying to me "I want you",
As I gently stroke your thighs.

I would softly lick your tender lips,
Watch the passion start to ignite.
Then we'd make love. . .oh so slowly,
And after , hold each other tight.

We would lay and talk for hours,
So I'd know you inside and out.
I'd like to learn most everything,
There is to know about.

When all the talking was over and done,
we'd lay in each others arms.
Or we could make love all over again,
You see, I've fallen for your charms.

We could do this all nigth long,
Wish it would never have to end.
How nice it would be to share the nigth,
With you as my lover not just my friend.


She Is Me

by

Sandie McDonald

She was born to inncence,
What lay ahead unknown.
A world so full of wonder,
Yet some horrors she was shown.
It all went wrong too soon,
So young when she was spoiled.
Her childhood abruptly stolen,
Her trust too early foiled.
Innocence turned to confusion,
Tainted and tarnished now was she.
Her life suddenly bitter,
Her mind no longer free.
Why did she take the blame?
For things beyond her control,
Too young to understand,
Forever questions in her soul.
Her life she lives in fear,
Never knowing who to trust.
So many things unanswered,
To find solutions was a must.
She just needs love and patience,
To be held when at night she cries.
She just needs reassurance,
That not everybody lies.
She needs someone to show her,
That her soul it can be saved.....
That someone can truley love her,
Give her affection that she craved.
She needs love and understanding,
Sweet and tender love thats true.
She needs love thats soft and delicate,
Could she get this love from you??


In The Still Of The Night

by

Sandie McDonald

I lay, awake,
Listening, and watching, awake and aware.
In the stillness of the night, its so quiet,
Dark, and so very peaceful.

The sweet smell of gardenia
Wafting through the open window,
A glimmer of starlight,shimmers through the curtains
As they dance in the summer breeze.

The ice in the glass beside the bed has almost melted.

In the stillness of the night,
There is peace.

Yet I cannot sleep.
I get up and walk down the hall,
Slowly and very quietly I open the first door.
There he is- tossing and turning as usual.
But very quiet- how very Unusual
Handsome and athletic. I smile-my Jason
My very own human music machine- unplugged.!

I open the next door, quietly and slowly,
There she is- still and quiet
No phone attached to her ear-a pleasant change!
A vision even in her sleep. I smile- my Sabrina
Miss fashion statement even in her pjs.

Smiling I walk back to my room.
In the stillness of the night,
The ice has now melted.
With the gentle breeze blowing over me,
I drift off in peaceful sleep__
Smiling.


Untitled

by

Sandie McDonald

Life is to wonderful to spent on living for good things.

Life is to precious to spent on honesty.

Life is to excellent to sacrifice others.

Life is to Joyfulness to one who loves us.

Poetry Competition

Is it

by

Sandie McDonald

Is this how love's meant to feel?
The mere mention of your name,
Releases a thousand butterflies
In the pit of my stomach.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
The anticipation of hearing your voice,
Causes my heart to skip a beat,
Sending palpitations throughout my entire body.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Craving for your touch.
Exasperated because you are not here,
Dejected because I am not there.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Anxiety over when we will meet again.
Distressed when I close my eyes,
Only to visualise you, but not feel you.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
My mind exhausted from thoughts of you.
You are the last thing on my mind at night,
You are the first thought when I awake.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Is it?
Your name. . .
Your voice . . .
Your touch. . .
You. . .
Just you. . .
Only you. . .
Is this love?
Tell me,
Is it?

Is It

by

Sandie McDonald

Is this how love's meant to feel?
The mere mention of your name,
Releases a thousand butterflies
In the pit of my stomach.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
The anticipation of hearing your voice,
Causes my heart to skip a beat,
Sending palpitations throughout my entire body.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Craving for your touch.
Exasperated because you are not here,
Dejected because I am not there.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Anxiety over when we will meet again.
Distressed when I close my eyes,
Only to visualise you, but not feel you.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
My mind exhausted from thoughts of you.
You are the last thing on my mind at night,
You are the first thought when I awake.

Is this how love's meant to feel?
Is it?
Your name. . .
Your voice . . .
Your touch. . .
You. . .
Just you. . .
Only you. . .
Is this love?
Tell me,
Is it?