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Girlfriend Prose Poetry Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Girlfriend

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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.

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An End to Aloneness

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.

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I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.

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Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..

It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..

PS..this is the first in a for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "

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                                Hey you . . . yes beautiful you
                          Come close to me . . . Okay . . . please
                       Let me whisper in the sweetness of your ear
                                   Closer so everyone can see                 
           Got a well known secret:  Haven’t the foggiest idea what I’m doing!
                            Heart’s wires suddenly spark and shout:
                                  Heart’s tenderness is inside out!
                                   Mind says: Better figure it out!
                              Something . . . somewhere else says:
                    Go ahead and love her . . . don’t spoil the surprise.

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We'll make love like it's our last

Her touch has rendered me weak. 
I've lost the strength to speak 
And to fight the feeling. 
I lost control. 
My nails swept her cheek 
While she stayed there, kneeling. 
Her smile started to hum 
While my heart began to drum 
To the beat of her swaying. 
At last I'm whole. 
We couldn't keep from 
Each other, now we're laying 
And watching the sun lose size 
Hand in hand with closed eyes. 
The sun remains yonder. 
Our bodies' heat 
Continues to rise 
As we let our hands wander. 
Necking in the flowers, 
Minutes feel like hours 
But time's still flying too fast. 
We're both complete. 
This night is ours. 
And we'll make love like it's our last.

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Traveled speed love’s light
Crossing thousand galaxies to say:
Love, yes love universal dream
And you, yes you its enchanted vision.

I feel the sky breathe
Mother Earth smile and say:
Love, yes love miraculous
And you, yes you beauty immaculate.

Now, I know you love me
Now, I hear my heart say:
Love, yes love precious gift
And you, yes you love’s eternal flame.

We have shared all we feel
Hearts open, tender say:
Love, yes love glorious light
And we, yes we hearts together one.

Tonight, joy our heart does swell
Tonight it surrounds our bed and says:
Love, yes love answered prayer
And we, yes we embrace impassioned.

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      Stolen Kiss
When kiss a legal kiss?
         Certainly, parties consent required.
                  Verbal agreement?
              Non-verbal invitation?
      Satisfaction guaranteed?
When kiss romantic?
           Heart recognizes mutual heart
  Heart double checks mutual hearts
      Over time:
          Walking together
              Talking together
                   Sitting together
                        Holding hands
    The heart to heart measured movement in time.
                               The dance
                         The birthed rhythm, you and I
                   Mystery melded movement, us, we.
     Is it illegal to desire romantic kiss before its time?
         Is there mercy for this unconscious desire?
                      This wish              
                           This fantasy
                               This uncontrollable dream
                       Doubt it happens alone?
If illegal to desire romantic kiss before its time
                                           Guilty I am!
                                       Give up to your mercy.
                                   Can I tell you a secret?
                            Hope we are partners in crime.

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                                   Computer to computer
                                         Who you are
                                           Who I am
                                           Your heart
                                             My heart
                                       Am I aiming true?
                                          Truly aiming?
                                       Should I aim at all?

                  Do messages of the heart safely travel the Ethernet?

                       Are trust and tenderness nestled in software?
                           Can we create our own digital love print?
                                 Be more than just virtual reality?

                                             I am vigilant
                               What I thought were words of love
                                    Were little more than spam
                                         Self-serving viruses 
                                        I crashed and burned.

                                                  With you
                                     What I write . . . What I read
                            Love’s data saved within inbox of my heart.
                                     I want to believe our love is true
                                               Are you the one?
                                    Can my safe mode can be deleted?
                                       No longer messages encrypted?
                          Should I trust you with the password to my soul?

                                                 In your words
                                               In your omissions
                                                  In your topics
                                             In your compositions
                             Hear a heart on life’s joyous spiritual mission.
                          Openness earned exposing wounds to each other.
                      Compassion sculpted from embracing heart’s own travails.
                   Love drawn from the mainframe of heart's own capacity to love.

                                                 Heart enthralled.
                      A chance to dance within love’s shared life algorithms?

                                                     By the way
                                                    Did I tell you:
                              Your image makes pixels vibrate and glow.


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Femininity Unbounded

By Stanley Collymore

If words are the trumpets of the mind and the 
eyes the telescope of the heart could it be 
that silent thoughts, transmitted yet not 
openly disclosed, are the engine to 
provide the start of what we 
hope to find? 

Like an elegant goddess borne loftily 
on the stalwart wings of chance 
you swept in unexpectedly 
but oh so majestically 
in a unique, feminine 
ballet de dance – 
your welcomed presence creating a 
charming and exciting situation
replete with its own magical
and tempting expectations.

© Stanley V. Collymore
20 June 2001.