People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
Sitting alone again, wondering if you're okay.
being alone, i remembered how i wanted you to stay.
looking for something I can hold on to.
It's the pillow that reminds me of you.
Every time the clock ticks,
I would always find a way to entertain myself &
hoping i can do some magic tricks.
before i close my eyes & go to sleep,
every night , i hope, i can be w/ you for just a glimpse.
every time it rains, i would always go outside,
but i guess no one would like to hold my hand & be by my side
I touched my face & i was already crying under the rain.
will there be someone willing to cast away all this pain?
until now, no one would risk,to wipe off these tears.
The shadow of my past, well those are my fears.
i always want to hide myself from this world's madness.
I often feel that I'm inside a bubble or in a dark sanctuary,
where there is sadness.
I hope there will be a wishing star that will pass by.
I'll make another wish,to find the guy who cant make me cry.
i sat at the corner of my room, and in my hand, was a ring,
a question that even i cant answer,
"will i forever be waiting like an Angel w/ a broken Wing"?
You haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
I’m just trying
To give you some time
Something happened in your life
You don’t care to explain
Or just can’t talk about
Until you feel the time is right
It’s o.k. my friend
I can understand
Just don’t think of my silence
As coming from an uncaring heart
For I would freely give
All that I’ve got and am
To be by your side
To be your confidant
For you mean much more to me
Than a simple hello
Or kiss in the night
You’re the very hope
That brings light into everyday
And I’ll be there for you
In any way that you allow
You’re not just a hand to be held
A touch to be felt
Or a pleasure conquered
You’re the very hope
Of what life could be
Were I to be the one
To win your heart
So while you take this walk
Know it doesn’t have to be
Or really isn’t alone
For you haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
And should you need or care to reach
My hand is always here
Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real
Welcome, Ms. Valmer!! Glad you are aboard- now you can comment on any
poem, right after reading it....and try your hand at your own, should you choose.
Lotsa great people here. PS- could not open greeting sent- comp. needs
something installed - some file, I'll have to find out how to do it. So glad you
joined! Luv, tom
All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.
Kill a smile with a kiss
The demise of it will visit you in your dreams
Never will I let you
Drown in a pool of angry thoughts
I will be your unexpected smile
Every time I bring u roses b4 valentine
A wet poem I would recite for you
I would make you my 1st rhyme
your heart-beat will rhyme
Twist my beat box
Into a love song
A cartoon I would paint in your heart to keep you smiling
Your twin smiles I would define in vernacular
Though I speak no language from Peninsula
My parents will define your beauty as African splendor
Black mother nation
Smile please smile
you race though my veins
like a manic fire truck
my eyes smodering from the engine
of your torrid passion
fire hoses squirting out my skin
let me in sweet darlin'
fling the ladder from your pounding heart
climb into my vacant mind
strip me naked and fling me
into your bubbling inferno
your liquid lava seething
every sweet cell breathing me in
as I slowly rise,
and dive into your
wrap yourself around me
and catapult me deep
into your long forgotten sleep
let me in sweet darlin'
envelop me completely
my senses scintillating
drown me with your magic potion
breathe me like a dragon
soak me with your moist emotion
and lift my heart
into the tranquil eye
of your whirling swirling hurricane
let me in sweet darlin'
I was going to jump on the bed at midnight
While she slept to wish her a happy birthday.
But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet.
I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it.
It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head.
So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down
And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday."
And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling.
And she whispers to me that she loves me.
I whisper to her that I love her, too.
And I leave the room with the bed
I just jumped and sang on.
And I'm 32.
I mean it's not like I fell off the bed
While jumping and hurt my head.
And made an owie.
I'm not 5.
your glistening crimson lips
I waltz into your seething passion
a sexy serenade into your luminescent mouth
upon your undulating velvet tongue
frolicking in your frothy lotion
swallowed by your rainbow kiss
lost forever in your sweet emotion
drowning in your sacred love
I the one who took a shelter in your brittleness
Who was hiding behind your tears
The covert strength which overwhelm your weakness
I am the sunbeam reversed to your darkness
Your tears are my wounds
The clatter of your journey is an obvious scratches
Which frequently seize my heart
And these feels are yours, even yet you touch though you see
I try to open the casement of my heart and trace it
Is there anyone or whom?
Is it you, the biggest question?
Or maybe you are the answer
Everything revolve, encircle between the conscience and thoughts
I tried to pull my self out, withdrew all the feels that I've got
Yet the trails of yours continuously compel my limits
The silhouettes of your times mesmerize my days
I trapped within the charm of your soul
However these barriers are no longer be sustainable
I will run after you
I no longer be an idle beneath the dark side of you
I'm finished with the dawn and I will be the day
I quit play as the role of a shadow
For I am the tangible, I am real...
As real as the embrace of twilight which always there for you
old romantic poems........
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I was trapped
a subatomic particle
lost into a deep black hole
you stuck in your magic telescope
and I opened up
like a flower
I shot out like a periscope
a mystical kaleidoscope
like a solar flare
without a care
my heart exploded into a supernova
I woke up in your constellation
a phantasmagorical revelation
I'm staying here forever,
until the end of time.
Wrapped in your arms
My soul awakened
From a long dark sleep
My heart is now alive
No more do I weep
My lover’s smile
So tender and true
A sweet ray of God’s sunshine
Lead me to you
Where once my heart
No more do I fear
Love is now all that I hear
So hold me close
My darling one
With you by my side
All fear is gone….
In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so.
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction.
“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea.
I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want.
And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch.
But I would like to…
I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door.
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
When I tumbled into your azure eyes
I didn't realize
that I would land so deep
like a liquid tumbleweed
I swam into your beating heart
crimson tidal wave
tsunami in your chest
circling nipples on your breasts
lightning from your fingertips
drowning deep within you
is the only way to go
when my mind stops breathing
your sweet love starts to flow
I drink you now
imbibe your essence
I am your skin
in your presence I behold
all the secrets left untold
saturated with your passion
drenched by you
What is this that makes me blossom with bliss
making every part of my body freeze
and the whole world and its occupants seize
when i glance at him i wish
that i was the only one he feels
but am wrong,oh!how i realy wish i was his!
I see him everyday,in my heart i pray
that one very day,he will have something to say,
that will make me stay ,
and hear me say,"i have waited for this day"
oh!how i wish i was his!
The instant our eyes met we knew the kiss was imminent. We smile playfully all the
while in pursuit of this aforementioned kiss. Each time we part ways we audition
attempts at the kiss in know of its accelerated position. The instance was right, I
knew it would be this night that I without trepidation, boundary or fear. Free from
hesitation and wonder of return, tonight will be the night of concern. At suns set I
stretch forward my arm, a coward no more. We adore the charm of each other and
are ready to explore, risking harm without worry all kiss" long and longed have I for
the moment on approach. I chose you as my love to share after approving smile this
incredible moment of kiss. This here is the moment of truth, I can hear your heart
beat in your ear, the same ear I now peer through into your mind and find it's true
that all fear has disappeared. My fingers brush through a handful of your fair hair,
together we share one final breath of single air. Our lips are now erect and on direct
intent of meeting, millimetres remain. The time for our minds to change has past, at
last the moment is here. Your eye sheds the tear of fears farewell, I taste the swell
flavour of "please kiss me" and I do because I have wanted to kiss you so badly too.
When you put your hand in mine
It feels as through we stopped time
When I look into your eyes
I know where your heart lies
Even when you say my name
That alone means everything
The gentle touch of your lips
Takes my breath away as through it was our first kiss
When you got down on your knee
I thought my heart might flee
As you said those words to me
My heart felt as if it was meant to be.....
YOU SLY DOG
I saw you standing there all alone.
I came over to see where you ready to move on.
You said you were just shooting the breeze.
I left without thinking that you probably were deceiving me.
You arrived home about ten.
You pull yours shoes off as you were kissing me.
Never did I expect that you had not been doing anything but what you said.
I told you to get you something to eat so that we could go to bed.
Morning came and nightfall and this behavior continued.
We would spend time together and talk.
Wednesdays were your night for personal space.
If I came across you, I found you always standing in the same place.
Today I found you out.
You are a sly dog and contrite.
You are a cheat.
I want you out of my life.
You sly dog.
You ain't lucky at all.
his eyes are clear as water
they would seem to me like shallow pools
but I have glimpsed their depths
I have traveled on their currents
and I am as one lost at sea
in his cold, clear eyes
When a relationship is based
on a red hot snapper
with a knockout wrapper
that builds a fire in your jeans.
This kind of marriage is for
the movie screen.
In time the snapper cools down.
The knockout wrapper isn't
quite the knockout it used to be
and the fire in your jeans is on it's way out.
This is now the beginning of the end.
You don't really know each other
your not even friends
and now the fights begin.
If you had picked your wife for life
with the head on your shoulders
instead of the one between your knees,
you might have found a wife for life
instead of a high maintenance money pit
that you can't please.
I’ve been there for you since the first...
With sustenance you offer that quenches my thirst...
Although we are different in so many ways...
I look forward to your visits, on hot or cold days..
I never know when you are coming my dear...
But certainly relish when you are here...
We’ve been doing our thing for a few years now...
There are no suspicions and yet some how...
With all the technology and environmental issues...
It would be our luck that TV reality yahoos...
Would discover our secret of which we share...
Of ridding the world of abuse and despair...
So victims can move forward and not have to fear...
Consequences and options...are made very clear...
So with this in mind, I think we should wait...
On the opening of our "second " store known as " The Gator Bait “
** this is part of the Gator Bait series
she is short
in other words she is hot
when shee caries an African pot
my body looses salt
her smile is never ending
as her love is never fading
since she never likes to see me falling
as I hold while she is vibrating
she acts shy
but me and her we are so fly
up to the limit we feel so high
but we always remember to say hi
all the people say she is mean
at least that how she is seen
even you say she is thin
but my heart she will always win
she likes to observe
although we don’t meet at a reserve
but she never gets on my nerve
since we will meet at a cave
she is polite
as everything she does it right
she likes not to answer my call at night
we don’t even have a fight
The mood is set….
Me and you, you and me
The warmth of Love swims through us both
My touch on your body
Soft and sensual
Your skin lingers,
Your emotions begin to spill like an overflowing caldron
O’ how you desire this moment between…
Me and you, you and me
Your gentile hands on my body,
The touch so delicate
And your lips against mine
For these feelings we share cannot be defined
Our bodies become one
Together in Love….
Me and you, you and me
Your sweet embrace I cannot resist
And you the same
Our bodies’ dance together,
A dance of passion and Love
Still as one.
For this moment will end
But the passion,
Will last forever…
I awoke from a dream I was Dreaming; into a Dream I was Dreaming
About “ Barbara Jean “ , the Centre of my Soul, twinkling Stars ; Above
Calling my name; holding my heart, bringing Truth to unknown “ Reality “
This ; Mr. HGarvey Daniel Esquire ; is a Love you can not Escape
Hold Her, Caress Her, LOVE Her Forever : Each Eon of ETERNITY
Together as One “ Entwined , as One “; to the FOREVER and ALWAYS
“ Barbara Jean : “ I LOVE YOU “
I want the world to revolve around you
I want you to be upset if you feel I am ignoring you
I want that pain to tug upon heart
when you can't get in touch with me
I want that tear drop to run gently down your cheek
when you think of me so far away
I want that heart of yours to long for me
when you hear the pitter patter of rain drops on your window sill
For my love, if you stop wanting any of the above
Then what we have now will
I am afraid , turn into what we had .
So let our minds draw wisdom from our hearts
Let our hearts draw wisdom from our minds
Let them share equally that wisdom
So they,like us ,
Can become the best of friends
Then the best of lovers
My heart skipped a beat when you said,
That your love for me is truly dead,
And those nights as we cuddled in love
Now I knownthey were salsly of.
Why break my heart apart,
Using it with those hatefull darts.
Now, my heart gave you all its passion
Still you use it like some fancy fashion.
All those memories of our joy,
Now, seems like I was your little toy.
"Wow," My heart hurts from your hate,
But at lease I've learned loves angry fate
Faith lost, love failed
All because of what's unveiled.
And in this pain I have been jailed.
It was not you, it was all me
And no one else will ever see
How these things all came to be
But now it's lost, now it's gone
I watch the sky for signs of dawn
Yet I never played you as my pawn.
I hid in dark, I hid in lies
I kept it all from dark brown eyes
I now await for harsh goodbyes.
No one will see, no one will hear
The reasons I held these secrets dear
Yet visions' still blurred by means of tears
I watched you rise, I watched you grow
And that's why you did not know
The deceit I had yet to show.
It was your laugh, it was your smile
That kept me quiet all the while
Trudging every single mile
You own my soul, you own my heart
I can not bear for us to part
Let me help the healing start
I am a human, I am a girl
And mistakes come about and whirl
Causing rivers of silver pearls
You do not believe, you do not trust
This healing process is a must
The reliance will rise up from the dust
It will take long, it will take time
And many, many clocks will chime
Until our love's back in it's prime
I love you now, I love you forever
Please let us spend it all together
I want to part not now, not ever.
When I go shopping with my friends
friend 1 says that looks slimming on you
friend 2 says you look like a sex slave, your boyfriend will love it
friend 3 says you do not have enough of a thigh gap to pull that off
and the cashier laughs at the price and says if that is the price of beauty now of days why do all these people look so ugly
as i leave the store with my new slimming, sex slave, cheap shirt that I may not be able to pull off I think back to the dressing room
I think back to my exposed mid drift
I think back to the thoughts running through my head
I was not thinking of my waist line I was thinking "damn I look good"
I was not thinking about my boyfriend I was thinking " damn I feel good"
I was not thinking about my thighs I was thinking " damn I when I walk in this I am going to feel so freaking confident"
I was not thinking of how all the people looked I was thinking " I want to look as sure of myself as they do when I leave this store"
and I turned to friend 1 and I said
I do not buy clothes that make me look skinny
I buy cloths to make me feel beautiful
I turn to friend 2 and say
I do not buy cloths to please my boyfriend
I buy cloths to please myself
I turn to friend 3 and say
I do not boy cloths to hide what others may see as flaws in my body
I buy clothes to show off every gorgeous piece of me
I smile at the cashier
and I walk out of that store with a spring in my step and confidence on my face
and the message I am trying to make
is that you can't sell me skinny
because my body is perfect for me
you can't sell me making my boyfriend happy
because if I am not good enough for him in any outfit he is not good enough for me at all
and you can tell me I don't have enough this or that to pull a style off
because I have the perfect amount of self worth to feel confident
knowing that according to me. I have no flaws
She makes… rainbows sprout from her fingertips with every touch of my corpses flesh, her angelic
presence, bringing sunshine to my cheek with lips unshaded, her kisses, were full of sun beamed
pleasures and, all I could do was steal them, steal love from the heart of one whom I felt, I’d never be
deserving of. Introducing life to the hands of one broken, tattered by his past and scared of the déjà
vu. Only hoping that she, could wipe the waterfalls from his grassy planed face. When she did so much
more with just a stare, she, penetrated his mind and made him fall so… so peaceful like. With truth only
found in the way her hands serenaded his cheeks as her lips marinated his and we fade… into
teardrops in the ocean, knowing I’d drown forever for a kiss on my corpse cheek just to know… that
you’ll always love me and never hurt me… not like the others did. Fear is the death of bravery, but I’d
soon go toe to toe with the rights to your eternity to prove that, we were made for each other.
Carrying the cross for my own crucifixion if it’d show how much I love her. &you could pierce my body
and all I’d bleed is the reasons I love her, then die and be reborn on the 23rd hour to prove that… I
could never go a day without her. So I ask you, what else do I have to prove?