Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head
Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much
I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care
I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
~~ Divorce Club~~
Haiku * divorce trip *
eclipse of the sun and moon
dreams that fall like leafs.
Limerick * never settle*
Like a gun to my head of course
I married the end of a horse
love was never real,
kids no big deal.
Wow! I gain more money after divorce!
Couplet * forever vows *
I meant them words "for better or worse" during our holy matrimony
The better now has hit me, once the Court ordered alimony:-)
**OKAY I'M NOT GOOD AT EXAMPLES**
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
sun’s heat sunders sand
clustered lanced leaves green hug
widow’s tears collapse
Widow’s Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on
Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning
and fading by noon. The bloom in all seasons but I chose spring to be more commonly
 Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2009
Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007
Heavenly gracious light
Glorious feeling from above
© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007
He is above us in the clouds
run through the fields and speak of thee
He will grow roses
I will be the stem of the roses
for I shall never leave your soil
You will be the tree I grow beneath
and he will be our rain.
Copyright © Andrea M Christian | Year Posted 2010
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine,
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air
awaken me to listen and recline.
This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.
I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I. As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.
A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.
Copyright © Sander Wolff | Year Posted 2007
Silent currents softly swirl
Around tree scented salty tears
Flowing forth from freshened forest
Awash from Summer’s seasoned years
Sunlight filtered through high branches
Causes mist to rise and glow
Gleaming in the golden fern
Drifting ghostly disappearing
Winsome weather wafted waves
Waking woods on Wednesday morning
Pauses kissed and shed of woe
Friendly forest fantasizes
As the life form warmly rises
Faerie elves and dwarfing dragons
Drift away in morning dew
Clarity of dawn is breaking
In the awesome reawakening
Another day is here anew
To spend in joy with you
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers
I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf
I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night
I am alive with you
Like the laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness
Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you,
comfortable with you I love you
Copyright © Heather Mirassou | Year Posted 2010
As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?
Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest.
I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?
Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?
Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?
Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,
or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?
As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.
And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all.
Copyright © Shelly Berkeley | Year Posted 2007
The beauty of love
Is a lot like the Sea
With all of it’s power
Beautiful and free
Just as the Sea
Is bound by currents
Souls are bound
By loves torrent
Just as the Sea
Reflects the light
Love truly is
A beacon of right
Just as the Sea
Is a provider of life
Love makes a mother
As well as a wife
Just as the Sea
Is bound to the wind
Love forever binds
Two dear friends
Just as the Sea
Needs be respected
True love is a thing
That must be protected
As the waves create
The rings of time
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes
My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy
My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will
My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light
My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends
My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow
My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day
But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
Me: You always have your eyes and ears in the tv.
Me: You never hear a word I say.
Me: What did he just say on the tv?
Me: You sleeping?
Him: No I was just resting my eyes.
Me: Are you ready for bed?
Him: No I'm not sleepy.
Him: Snore snore snore...
Me: Come on I'm sleepy lets go to bed.
For : Frank H's " The Conversation Contest "
Written By: Carol Brown
1st Place Winner
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***
"Storm over yet...?"
"Well hay'ell ye'ah!
sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
whadda'bou that boy th'er?
sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"
"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"
na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm!
torna'durr warnin' too!
he gonna have him'a cole burr;
mama, git him'a cole burr!
ta'days father's day!"
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey*
Queen Bee sits on throne,
Bumble and drone bees as one
Sample flowers dew
(Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation*
Indeed this is how the story unfolds,
Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"...
Love had taught a sad lesson;
Divorce court was now in session,
Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes...
(Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee*
Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers"....
"Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"!
Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2010
Among the trees and flowers adorned
Two hundred hence this world was born
As three structures were built on high
These quilted years crept slowly by
No simple thoughts of future's past
As the farmer struck his iron cast
The horses kept their hills four to ten
Which all that ever should have been
But a scorched past had hid amongst his kin
His five thousand acres were down to ten
In halls of wood now plastics resided
Circles of time that only oceans confided
Ten million wheels now encased the farm
Where once sat the fields and barn
The farmer's wife sat amazed at this
How iron and steel now replaced what's his
As the weeping wife sat next to his bed
The farmer's voice crept into her head
Fly above what now is dear
Hold the shell up to your ear
Find the path that sends you back
Before our mothers' Jill and Jack
At the highest point stolen by the sky
Climb higher and higher and wave goodbye
On wings of paradise tempered but taught
Fade out like the star that we once sought
Copyright © Zach Sarver | Year Posted 2011
Written September 8, 2013
Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved
But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view
I can see your blood boiling
through the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my lungs;
your words seek like bullets
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
I should have seen it…
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew.
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same
these 28 days,
but now I’m f_ckin A__hole
Aunt Floe gave me that name.
She said get out my face
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by
What was said before.
I love you
With her glossy eyes
I knew it was true,
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love
To live my life like in a pit.
This is horrible sh_t
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent.
You could be laughing
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue a week.
And that ain’t gone happen
I’m a person too,
But I got feelins
and don’t know what to do.
Now its been six days
She locked herself
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk. ?
Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2011
I walked over the autumn’s leaves
and borrowed a fruit
from a bony tree’s branch.
I rested under a shadow –
where no shadow I could see -
and opened a book to read with serenity.
I will borrow from the rose
the color for me to dress
when I met night’s eyes gazing me afar.
Leaves and pages are mixed,
The path I came vanishes in the night,
and the road ahead ends with the next step.
If I had no cause to move
I would have to invent some,
be God, be fame, be hunger or thirsty.
Yet, here I am walking by the grass,
hearing the owl whispering in the dark
names I better never forget.
I may have left the windows and doors open.
If the wind brings rain and thunder
I will not return to my old house again.
A slope invites me to slide on the lawn,
fast and also careless,
down by the hillside…
I hold the book in one hand
and the hat with the another.
Jump on the meadow content,
hoping bellow there is a road
to follow after eve’s greeting.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2015
Love is as love does
Peace begets peace; happy day
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011
Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
I pondered the dandelion and its dazzling deed.
Some folks think this fluffy flower is a worthless weed.
But deep down inside its transparent fluff,
a thousand tassels hide in a sphere of spiracle stuff.
Embryonic umbrellas cuddle in cocoons,
until April’s sunshine tells us a miracle is coming soon.
Mystified and wondering, I was shaken from my dream,
and abruptly stopped my pondering when I heard a scream,
As my wife descended like an Afghan bomb!
“Go out and mow the weeds,” she said, “which last year you called lawn!”
Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2011
If I told you once, I told you twice.
I need you now, turn out the lights.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life.
Let the green grass grow.In the country's fields.
Let fellow man take the wheel.
And live his life, to see it through.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life.
And everytime you think of me.
Picture me in love with you.
So let the gardens grow, and lay the seed.
Then till the soil, for what we need.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life..
Man And Wife Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
ALL rights reserved..
Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014
July 30th 2010
Face of Foul
Clever thy is or thy once was?
On a clear day, I did indeed pray.
So then, the clouds flew over me.
After many adjustments came doves.
Then feathers tumbled as they fray.
Thus, a backstroke of a quill is a key.
Far far away in a land farthest from thou:
I cover fields of flesh mind body and soul.
And not one sole an error in face of foul.
I have sown them all together as a whole.
Let you be known: I have put my foot down upon your Mighty Head!
Let ye also be known that I do sleep in a Queen, not King sized bed.
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"
the spider web is officially constructed
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
A snow white dove flew over the house of pain,
Inside the woman's agony grew as her tears rained,
Her husband and family tried to help her through,
But a broken neck is hard to bear as her pain grew.
Angels flew into the window, whispering words to help
As the family dog excitedly began to yelp,
The angels said she would be safe in her husband's arms-
And his great love would keep her safe from all harm.
The dove cooed brightly outside the window pane
While nibbling slowly on the blowing grain,
Children and grandchildren gathered 'round her bed,
In prayer and weeping, they bowed their heads.
Pure love flowed from them to the lady fair
As they thought of the joy felt in her loving care,
The angels flew in often with touch so light
That our lady knew she would soon be all right.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2008
Nature’s primal drive
Sensual touches from thee
Raptures deep inside
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,
We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
We laugh out loud to clear the air,
Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,
We love each other all so right.
Copyright © venessa medina-rosas | Year Posted 2011
Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.
Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.
relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.
who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.
Copyright © Haley Corthell | Year Posted 2013