Jules Terry Art and Poems

 In the fiery embrace of a love. In-the name of Love! In the fiery embrace of a love so profound, Where hearts dance and destinies are bound, I stepped forth without a moment's fear, Into a ring of flames, love so sincere. I fell into a burning ring of fire, Where passion's heat never did tire, And as I descended to the depths below, The flames grew higher, fiercely they did glow. With every beat of a heart so pure, The inferno's warmth grew more allure, I knew this love was not mere desire, But an eternal quest, a love to inspire. Down, down, down, into the fiery pit, Where only love's truth is permitted to sit, The heat of our union grew brighter each day, As we faced the trials that lay in our way. The taste of love, so sweet and divine, When hearts intertwine, like yours and mine, It's a flavor that forever remains, In the annals of time, amidst the flaming rains. But oh, how the fire did rage and roar, Consuming all that was before, It burned through the veil o...

 Don't mess with me poem. ((To people that think they have control when they don't even know me.)) In the heart of the city, where the neon lights dance, Lives a girl with a spirit that's fiery and prance, She's got a smile that can melt the hardest of glances, But you'd better beware, she's got a second glance. She ain't a bitch till you make her one, With a temper that's coiled, like a snake in the sun, She can be sweet, she can be fun, But push her too far and you'll see what you've done. Her eyes, they sparkle, with a touch of defiance, Her laughter echoes with a hint of compliance, But don't let that fool you, she's got a fiery alliance, With a strength that's been tested, a heart of pure resilience. She ain't a bitch till you make her one, She can be your sweetheart, Your partner in rhyme, But step out of line, cross that line, And watch as she turn into a storm in her prime. Her voice is a melody, soothing and kind, But whi...

 No choice to live... In a world not of my choosing, where shadows cast their dreary spell, Where sunsets come without joy, and every dawn is someone else's knell. Life, a tapestry of threads unspun, a tale of sorrow and despair, Where every step is a battle fought, and the air is thick with a heavy care. Not my choice to live this life, oh fate, why hast thou dealt me such a hand? I'd rather lie beneath the earth, free from this world's demand. But the heart within my weary chest beats on, a silent cry, Wishing for the peace of the grave, yet bound to the land so dry. Through the streets of cold, hard stone, where whispers of the lost echo, I walk alone in twilight's cloak, where even the moon won't show. The laughter of the careless youth, their dreams as bright as stars above, All seem like taunts to me, who's destined to live without a love. Not my choice to breathe this air, so thick with pain and dread, I'd rather be where quiet whispers of the dead ar...

The Feeling of Sir Dundee Poem Thanks for a great Valentine's Day date In the quiet of the moonlit night, my heart aches and sigh, For the shadow that you cast upon my soul is vast and deep. When I attempt to speak the words that bid our hearts goodbye, They linger on my trembling lips as if frozen in their sleep. And when I try to leave, my legs betray my will, Stumbling on the path. As I gaze upon the ground that knows our every tread. The stars above, they seem to weep in silent sympathy, As I struggle with the weight of your sweet memory's care. Each time I think I've found the strength to break the tether, Your memory returns, as potent as the dawn's first light. The scent of roses lingers still, a phantom of your grace, A haunting melody of moments lost in time's cruel jest. And though I try to build a wall around my heart's embrace, Your gentle whispers break it down like autumn leaves at rest. With every breath I take, your name is on my tongue, A silent...

 Whispers of the willow's plight Where whispers of the willow's plight Meet the soft caress of a gentle breeze, Lives a tale of love's most curious keys. A girl, whose eyes reflect the stars, Finds joy not in the mirth or the bars, But in a dance of passion's might, Where the line of pleasure meets the fight. The pain, a mere instrument, a tool, For her soul to break the cruelest rule, Not the pain itself that makes her swoon, But the power she takes back so soon. With every lash, a silent cry, His control, she lets him tie, But what truly makes her pulse race, Is the trust she's found in his embrace. He wields the whip, so strong and firm, Yet in her heart, it's her soul's turn, To conquer fears, to make them flee, In his power, she finds her liberty. Her body, a canvas of his art, Where love and pain together start, A symphony of desire's tune, Her life's goal is to be immune. To the pain that once had her cowed, Now it's a language she's a...

Let it be. Let me be me. Nothing new.  In the cloak of the moonless night, I tread the solitary street, Where shadows dance and whispers speak, where darkness and doubt may meet. Yet amidst the quietude, a glimmer soft and low, A beacon of hope that whispers, "Let your true self show." O why can't you be you and I be me? In this world where masks are worn so free, Let us shed our disguise, let the truth be told, Embrace it and let it flow, let our hearts be bold. With each step, I take toward my door, I feel the weight of expectations galore. The masks I've worn, the faces old, But tonight, I'll cast them aside, I'll be more. The stars above, though few and faint, Guide me through the murky paint. Their light within, my spirit stirs, A freedom song, an inner flame that burns. O why can't you be you and I be me? In this dance of life, why can't we be free? To live without the fear of scorn, Embrace it and let it be reborn. The breeze, it carries secrets...