I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love. It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible
because it was incredible for me.
If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked
into the store I worked at nightly all alone. He brought with him a smile just for me -
beautiful, magical, seducing. Were he music, he'd have been the warmest song
to ever touch my soul. Perhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave
his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store,
his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase,
engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue.
Did he know I fairly worshiped him?
And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free?
I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to Quebec. I do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out, for I had waxed complete in my audacity. Knowing it was his last night in town, I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming.
The stuff of poetry that night transpired. . .fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned.
Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. . .
The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes, the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my back. . . He taught me how small things can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know, and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly, nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night, for others in my life I've kissed, yet I have never missed them.
My dream love wrote me postcards from Quebec. Then it all died out.
I married. A few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected!
Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new home. I took the call, as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one arm. Heart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married now. So though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory I chose to make with him that one day of my life, my very best, because for just one night, I was Cinderella. A prince still holds my slipper, and infinite romance lives on inside my poems.
For Frank Herrera's First Love Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Lemme tell ya' about a
I met her one night
under disco lights
up at Candies
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin' ta' see
if I wanted a piece
by way of flashin' granny panties
actin' a fool
took a shot
and one tiny glance
but got caught
lit up a smoke
and tried to play it off cool
but it was too late
she had pulled up a stool
"Hey young felluh, where ya' been all my life!"
"Sorry to burst yir' bubble, but I got a wife!"
"That don't matter kid, what she don't know won't hurt the girl"
as she fisted my collar and yelled, "I'LL ROCK YIR' WORLD! Annie the Tranny is what they call me. Bet you been wanted ta' bone me since you first saw me!"
Fear and frustration danced on my face
I begged the bouncer to
"Get this he/she outta the place!"
My pleas were to no avail,
and that sea donkey lurked hot on my trail
flailin' it's arms and grindin' bar stools with it's tail
Speakin' of tails...
a shiny blue wale tail crept up her back
Her jeans were mean, but couldn't hold her underwear's elastic slack
but at least it beat feastin' eyes upon her crack
wrapped her grimy hands around my neck and asked,
"You n' me, boy, what the heck!?!"
"Look here lady, you seem real nice for a tranny;
to hit the bricks,
and yir' Granny Panties!"
At that point the joint started to really heat up
people were glarin' like they really wanted me beat up
I can't recall how the hell I got out of there
alive and free
it was like a big manly freight train
headin' dead at me
I'm pretty sure I owe the good Lord a big favor
that beast was the devil
and Jesus was my Savior!
It's a night I thought would never end...
the night at Candies Bar n' Grill
Granny Panty Annie got a thrill
tryin' to make me her sexy friend!!!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus
Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the banks.
Istanbul is a lady with secrets
She'll lure you with her unrevealed virgin beauty,
Then seduce you with her ancient lovers.
Grilled sardines filled my charger
Fish pulled from the strait just minutes before,
Lay garnished with parsley and mint .
Red pickled turnips and warm flat bread
Are the implements that help feed me
And scoop up the humus,
Turkish nourishment for my soul.
The empty plates are cleared by a handsome waiter
With dubious intentions I feared,
But I was flattered none the less.
A bowl of yogurt was placed before me,
And my admirer arrived with a comb of honey.
He held it high above the creamy cloud and let the heavy ochre
languidly pour atop the milky whiteness of delight.
After his seduction,he left me alone to my pleasure
As I lapped at the sweet and sour heavenly temptation,
that parted my lips and elevated my being.
As I recovered from my rapture, two eyes caught mine.
The heathen that destroyed my diet approached the table uninvited.
He pulled up a chair and sat down across from me.
In his hands, a cup.
He offered to tell me my future.
White, small, as fragile as an eggshell with the top lopped off.
Within was a dark tea with floating leaves.
In a chivalrous attempt at English conversation,
He handed me the libation and the offer to read the remains.
I, alone in a man's world, unmarried, and of a certain age,
Did not need encouragement and I accepted his offer.
I drained the tea in one gulp and returned it to his hands.
He placed the cup in one palm , then turned it upside down,
Allowing the remaining fluid to drip out around the cup and onto the table.
Once the cup was upright again he studied the leaves, then he spoke.
His voice was soft, at times , unintelligible
His reading was honest, and truthful, and painful.
His prophecy, amusing, and entertaining
His vision and it's accuracy were astounding.
Fifteen years later, the leaves delivered on their promise.
Long fluid lines inside the cup foretold of a marriage,
To a man who would cross a sea to find me.
Two shorter drippings were the children that now delight me.
The tea ring that he was able to complete around the cup ,
Was the warmth of a love that would soon envelop me.
Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2011
dizzy, from my shameless lust
i paint your mouth with mine.
nipping, brushing faces,
breathing you like oxygen.
my fingers, my lips, my tongue
upon your naked back
draw a map to my destination
via the scenic route no doubt
for your wet lips.
make a meal of this
Lost in the carnage of our intimacy.
I move with the fervor of a ravenous beast.
Your body undulates
to the movement of my mania.
Juices glow like the fountain of youth.
I move in and out
conduct a symphony of pleasure,
bury my face deep
in the sweet skin of creation.
waltz against a canvas dark
pin holes of silver dust.
in a friction free atmosphere
a sweet honeysuckle taste
a foreplay crescendo.
I the ocean,
tide after tide
the ebb and flow
a sculptured reef.
The screams of seagulls in the air,
rushing waters eternal
breaking hard and fast
the sunken coral.
a multitude of tidal waves
tight as one we hold
freeze in the heat of our moment.
It must be an hour now
you are lying at my side.
your head on my chest.
I play with your hair
stroke your flesh
our eyes meet,
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely - red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.
She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be Queen;
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.
Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping, like a willow tree.
Then the sky begin to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that Irish rose,
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.
The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.
The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone
That still stands alone upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010
I could hear my own heart beating
So strong the rhythm grew
It echoes like thunder
as it tells me the story of you.
You surround yourself in mystery
You've been hurt so many times
Falling with all you are
For some scoundrel's nursery rhymes .
He has taken all he wanted
Then discarded you aside
He made you feel so worthless
You were all torn up inside.
All the love and trust you gave
Was thrown back in your face
So you hide away your feelings
In a very secret place .
Now its my turn to hold you
My arms around your waist
Swaying to the music
As wary lips I taste .
We talk and walk for hours
The days soon turn to weeks
Love and its healing powers
Return the colour to your cheeks .
The lips that were so wary
Are now synchronised with mine
The poetry of romance
Replacing unfeeling nursery rhyme .
You put aside the pain of betrayal
Once more the passion burns
and with each day that passes
A little more of you returns .
I am turning over the pages
Every hour I learn something new
As my heart narrates the story
and reveals the mystery of you.
Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014
Romance Day And Night
How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or rather without when the Ages seemed dark
and oriental spices called for senses and beyond
Roma and Sinti travelling with passion in horse drawn
wagons moved to the tune of lute flute fruit and delirious
fires I suppose howling with wolves or howling without
I am also a bit of a traveller enchanted by foreign
lands and customs and my gorgeous lover is the Gipsy
Queen of Fairy-Tale-Land with 'Tinker-bells' and
nights in white satin embraced and embroidered as
we attune our chords and accords in tune with what is
as the sizzling romance preludes from the rise of the sun
Sometimes we travel on our own and distance makes
the heart long for even longer and deeper longing and
so on my journey to Egypt a bazar for tapestry fabric
mosaic textures and patterns called for my visit
Here a kind Muslim woman a gentle soul veiled and
covered with culture decency aura and soul offered
to advise me on night dress with frills and imprinted
desire for my wife’s curves and compassion a courteous
dignified transaction with respect and knowledge for
romance and a thousand and two Arabian nights
What plays in the night stays in the night when skin
touches skin and states of dress and undress reflect
the journey together through bright stars and in sparkle
when we move to rainbows and horizons images in love
I have travelled the world saw the ‘Harem’ in Topkapi
the back streets of Hamburg ‘Hamams’ in Bagdadh
‘Passiflora’ and ‘Hamamelis Virginiana’ in the gardens
of plenty and mystic depictions Kama Sutra and all
Celibate monks and virtuous nuns have shown me
temples monasteries ruins natural wonders and
the Taj Mahal at full moon equalled some grandest
of canyons effervescent springs and the valleys of love
Apart from my lover exploring such sights is the most majestic
teacher and leader far sighted druid sage and romantic
and many misconceptions can fall and come brittle when
we mix and we mingle with others on far away grounds
and the feminine shopkeeperes in Cairo led me some
way and dissembled some more prejudice in this instance
not just what buying lingerie in the Levant could be like
but how women of the world can be both quite agentic
sensual and empowered when seen through their very
own lens harmony preview perception beliefs and not with
distortion of macho controlled domination's limited margins
The 'half mooned' veiled women who transacted silken
see-through garments for your senses’ heights and
and for mine while covered and decent blew gently
away covert racism sexism gender-ism ism in general
an overt overture away from silhouettes of insanity
Coming home coming over overcoming all those isms
in this crazy controlling misguided world we live in is
an antidote to aggression skinning and feuds and in the
magic of our miraculous dreams an exquisite requisite
and ensemble for what becomes 'loving it better' and
for romancing and dancing heartfelt romance in the night
01st August 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
I’d been in a two-year relationship
He even got down on one knee and did propose
He’s still the only man ever to ever buy me a red rose
But his mother hated me I wasn’t the right one for her son
She put her oar in and caused trouble and soon the damage was done
We split – I couldn’t be bothered with men I didn’t want the hurt
I threw myself into charity work at the local hospital
Radio Lollipop is a hospital radio station especially for kids
I had my own radio show – something I would love to do again
Bob was an engineer and built studios - we became friends
One Saturday we were decorating a float for the Lord Mayor’s procession
I was wearing a tight low cut bright pink T shirt…how could he not notice me!
Started dating in June, just before Christmas we got the flu
We looked after each other at his house ...I never moved out
On Valentines Day 1989 I proposed to him – even though it wasn’t a leap year
I’d got up to get ready for work – he was still in bed.
I knelt down by the bed and asked him to marry me… he said yes! PHEW
We married two years to our very first date
Twenty-three years later we are still going strong
21st September 2014
Contest:Will You Marry Me?
Sponsor Judy Konos
~awarded 1st place~
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
The sound of your voice
Is like a symphony by Beethoven
A beautiful melody by Schubert
A piano concerto by Mozart
I am totally enthralled by you
No longer can I resist your beauty
I must have you, embrace you
Feel your warmth
I am totally enamoured by you
Entranced by your seductive eyes
Your luscious red lips
Your flaxen hair
My heart beats loudly in my chest
At the mere sight of you
I must have you
My arms ache to hold you
My fingers long to explore every inch of your body
To know a passion so extreme
A tenderness I've yet to experience
To gaze upon your angelic face
How else to explain this feeling
This desire, this utter craving
To hold you, to enter your private world
Till that ultimate moment of bliss
That moment when emotions explode
And we become one
The outside world no longer exists
In that exquisite moment
There is only you and I among the stars
We are one!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
I’m in love with him,
He see’s right through me.
He loves me for who I am and not who he wants me to be,
Manic depression is family,
It doesn’t leave me alone,
But he’s always here for me,
His arms are home.
I wonder how long he’ll stay…
If there’s one thing I’d regret to do or say,
It would be me failing to tell and show him how much I love him every day,
Will he stay with me? Because I know at times I get real crazy.
For him I’d do almost anything, he’s my love; my baby.
His smile, his lips, his charm and his gorgeous face;
These things no other guy could ever replace,
Not his kiss not his touch and definitely not his embrace.
The way he plays in my hair,
And kisses every part of my face before kissing my lips,
To have a guy like him had always been my wish.
Now he kisses my body,
And licks every inch of me
His manhood pressed against my sex awakens my desires,
His chest now against my breast,
One hand stimulating my sex,
As he enters me the room is clouded with passion,
Moaning and panting like animals.
Unleashing the beast from his soul while I close my eyes and enjoy the ride,
My subconscious is dancing around with a delightful smile.
I have reached my peak and so has he,
Now he’s fast asleep and I’m taking out new sheets.
Copyright © Sedain Sangster | Year Posted 2016
I'm In Cans
You're In Bags
The Perfect Match
You're Presence Blinds Me
You Burn My Eyes
But That's Okay
You Make Good Lemonade
Your Sour Taste
My Sweet Flavor
The Perfect Combination
It's Out Of This World
You're The Best Squeeze Yet
Words From The Heart
You M ake The Best Pina Colada
Sweet and Devine
Squeeze All You Want
Honey You're Mine
You Make Me Drool
Just The Presence Of You
I'm The Bag You Unwrap
I'm The Sour Of YOur Sweet
You're My Squeeze
PIneapples and Lemons
Copyright © Angela Solis | Year Posted 2011
Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting”
Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
I was not prepared for your precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love you was only obsessed with yourself and not my heart. When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and fuzzy when you are around.
Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’
Copyright © christopher michaels | Year Posted 2013
I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
Upon A Bed of Petals
The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
The light shines upon the area of which they lay
With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
With motion that reveal emotions with great steam
Upon A Bed Of Petals
Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
With occasional choices of passion and strife
Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
With another part of each season we stand true
Upon A Bed Of Petals
The scent of life passes through and makes new
With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
With two people passion with love rules true and above
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
I feel tenderness in your words
As you whisper my name
Softness from your sweet lips
Caressing every inch of my body
Aching for your love; Helplessly I
Lie awaiting your gentle touch
Take it, here baby, hold it,
Caress it with all your love;
For my heart is now yours
Sent to you from up above.
Can you feel this love?
Are we ashamed as we call
Out each other’s names?
When will we know whose to blame?
This love we share will never compare to any other.
Side by side, baby, can’t we see we are meant to be?
Hold onto to me; I’ll hold onto you
Forever and ever my love, just
ME And YOU!!
Our souls have met and become one
No mask can hide the love that’s
Felt deep inside.
Brought here by fate we stand
Hand and hand at the beginning of
The road that will lead us to
So now baby, we can say, we are not ashamed
As we call out each other’s names.
You see my love; FATE AND DESTINY
Will remain the blame!!
We now know this love we have is true, because it
Is felt between me and you!!
Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014
The passion and the wonder
Shine in your eyes so blue
A spring tide born in rainbows
Pull me deeper into you
Our goodbyes feel like torture
As we kiss with painful frowns
I'd sooner die in your arms
In your rainbow tide I'd drown
The hours pass like seconds
When you are next to me
Together we could walk through hell
Still heaven's all I'd see
I love it when it's late at night
We laugh and point at stars
Celestial smiles telling us
The world has became ours
Copyright © jon terry | Year Posted 2014
Always a Dream
A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors,
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine,
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.
Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes,
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person;
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.
With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”
With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another,
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.
With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet-loving young prince, and
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.
Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and
Deeply in love.
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose,
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (October 29, 2014)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
I see behind those pretty little eyes.
The beauty of which a thousand years couldn't possibly change.
I see Pure beauty, but what do you see in me?
Do you see a stubborn boy filled with kindness.
Or what you want, you believe you see.
A boy you ignore in a good way.
Not meaning to be cruel, but kind.
Am I that fool that falls for you,
or am I the smart one
for knowing you in your ways.
Copyright © Tanner Anderson | Year Posted 2013
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried in his inaugural feelings of gold treatment
There’s always a silver lining after the disaster
Every battle, each day
Sanity is mastered
Life tries to defeat us, expiration tries to meets us
But tonight he’s on top of the world
He’s on top of Thee
He’s on top of a feathered fame beak
This is one hell of a duckling I must proclaim.
Our love floats in current
Through the City of Jacks
You’re the only Queen of my deck
As we coast along these sparkling waters splashing our tails
The momentum of the St. Johns River flows to a love hotel
Vapors of our spirits arises above
Elevating beyond the skies
There’s no limit tonight
As my mind is blown on cloud nine
With love and happiness is in the atmosphere
Scrolling the screams of these peaceful waters
With mean swagger
This night is unbelievable
Unbelievable is this; unbelievable I won’t miss
I was once viewed as a total tragedy, with no immunity from havoc
Frowned upon by my community as a under achiever
As if I was an oil spill disaster
With no relief at hand,
But to tonight I clean up well with Dawn
The river flows peacefully after the storm deforms
Accompanied by grace, I’m accompanied by love
Accompanying my side
Is a woman of grace.
As we keep our heads above these judgmental waters in Florida
The rivers will flow to Fingers Point
At the end of this place called home sweet home tonight
I’m just a kiss away
From the Full Moonlight.
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
This Poem is about the 'hard to get' attitude ladies portray to interested guys.
Despite my unbelievable swag
repugnance is her reaction to my flow
despite giving no attention to her
she seeks every opportunity to shout "NO!"
I seldom want to be friendly
but she spits on me like a bitter foe
I then don't give a damn about her
and she takes it like a heavy blow
Out of nothing, she creates a scene
but all I can do is shake my head
and say Oh!
the more I mingle, the worse she gets
but I'll not succumb and act so low
she flaunts her male acquaintances for me to notice
Okay! You have admirers, so?
I guessed this is a one time attitude
but it has been occurring seven weeks in a row
When I register my presence around her
her body rhythm increases as if in physio
trying so hard to pretend
makes her seem like a shy dancing Buffalo
Then, I make her seem not existing
it's not my fault; you reap what you sow
signs of her sufferings begin to show
as her body trembles in sight of me
from head to toe
what a pleasant feeling this brings
seeing her drown in her own woe
She concedes defeat and already surrendering
showing by the way she's changing like melting snow
now playing the nice girl, but my ignore?
Makes her want to stone me with a Hoe
I'm beginning to compromise emotionally too
and I'm scared she will get fed up and go
so, I create my chance and kiss her
as she shows her joy like a swelling dough
revealing her hypocrisy, exhibited right from the beginning.
Since this feeling is now reciprocated,
she shrugs off the attitude and dumps it below
as a new damsel now emitting with an everlasting glow.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
Love, love, the old fashioned way
With courtships that lasted more than a day
This new modern age of total free love
Has its appeal but missing the hugs
It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date
Never a thought of perhaps we should wait
Back in the day we wanted a virgin
To experience together the joys of flirting
The coy little love words that promised the moon
Wishing so badly it happens real soon
Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins
Imagining that moment when passion reigns
Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”
Oh for the days of mystery instead
Thinking of when your union's complete
That moment when both are swept off their feet
That moment sublime lasts forever and ever
To happen today, the chance would be never
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
Where did all the romance go?
That once was so long ago
That special kind so honest, fresh and innocent
Expressions from the heart of what is really meant
Let me point out a boy in particular then
That other someone from way back when
He was very athletic and really sweet
He lived close by, just down the street
Here are some of his qualities
That seemed so romantical to me
Like calling the local radio station
To play a special song dedication
Knowing he didn’t have very long
He ran over to dance with me to the song
And all those nights he climbed that tree
Up to my bedroom window to visit with me
Inspired with competition like winning a race
To let everyone know he would be first place
He really did run track and with every ribbon won
He gave them all to me with his deepest affection
Some of you may already know
That I must be referring to Joe
He was the one most romantical
So where did all the romance go?
These days no longer see it here
Is it lost or hiding inside somewhere?
I tend to think the boy inside will always know
He feels the romance just no longer lets it show
If happiness starts with one’s self with in
Finding true love should have some romancing
True love and devotion does exist I know
Except the actual process can be slow
Especially with romance lack – sooooo
Just where did all the romance go?
Our time on earth is very quick
Are you waiting to get hit with a happy stick?
So from reminiscing about the yesteryear lad
Please don’t lose that romantic nature you once had
You will find out that it’s not so bad
And even discover you are more than glad
So listen to your inner self and be like Joe
And please don’t let all the romance go
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2012
Eyes closed wide
In a dream on the other side,
Open to the imagined
Things that are crazy and so tangent,
Night comes at last
Shut eye is now a thing of the past,
Darkness long fell
But sleep is a longer story to tell,
Been nights and nights
My body doesn’t seize to the fight,
My mind says yes
But my body is put to the test,
Tonight or maybe AM
Mind and body will slow— both of ‘em
Together they will combine
Soon rest will come to pass and come in line.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle
It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die
She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward
The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true
Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
" Will see DARK in DARK"
With love all
Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016
Last night was just a glimse
Of heaven and it's shores
Already I know the truth
It's you my soul adores
A thousand questions spinning
As my soul waits to depart
Upon the voyage one more time
Discovering your heart
Guilded by new stars
To find paradise's key
Where I am stuck in you
And your tangled up in me
Stardust cast upon us
To give us our true wish
Whispering to our hearts
You've had your last first kiss
Copyright © jon terry | Year Posted 2014
To my love,
Do you remember all of this?
A casual night, to party, that ended with a kiss.
June 19 two thousand and twelve,
the night our very first kiss was held.
We continued a friendship, although here and there
We would hold hands, look at each other, and stare
The love was there, it had been always
We were not yet ready, to ditch our single days
So we continued on, no rules, no pressure
As friends, with some benefits, some would tell ya
Nights would start out, with fun in mind
By the end of it though, I'd have your hand in mine
Very drunken nights, you would proclaim
This is my girlfriend, but by morning that would change
When we would rise, we would pretend
The night was just fun, and I was merely a friend
By November twenty thirteen, I had had enough
I took a chance, and I called your bluff
You didn't say yes, you didn't say no
I didn't bring it up again, I just let it go
Dec 5, two thousand thirteen
We were dates to a party, with a holiday theme
It took some time, but you came around
Jan 25, you decided to be locked down
I tried not giggle, as I thought FINALLY!
He does want to spend the rest of his life with me.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months,
We were head over heels, everyone had a hunch
Dec 5, two thousand fourteen
You made a proposal, and I agreed
March 11, we went downtown to get our paper work started
We did not expect to be wed, before we departed
We signed the papers right there, that day
But I wanted to do it, the old fashioned way
So on July 10, among family and friends
We shared words and a kiss, once again
This time was special, I wore a big poofy dress
It was our family and friends, who bore witness
I am so happy that you are my king.
With love from your wife, your best friend, your queen.
Copyright © Kathleena Hurd | Year Posted 2015
My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
To be once again in her arms and embrace her too
I knew what was coming
I never wanted to let her go
Stability is so fragile
Stability breaks with a word
Her mind state is a dark world
All alone she decided I'm not to follow
I could see she wanted to cry
Inside we both had many times
To be not good for a person
Is impossible when even in this outcome
Her presence makes me smile naturally
The talk of the future
The talk of ifs and maybes
Doesn't matter to me
I know what I have now
I know how to be happy again
Can you not see?
My life is with you
No matter what I choose
No matter what it is you do
My dream is to be make you happy too
Sitting in my car returning the way I came
Over an hour to drive home
Easily felt like it was over two
The cd player in my car was purposely loud
Covering the sound from my phone
To my right an accident had occurred
Firemen and ambulances calming the situation
Shards of metal and glass strewn on the road
To my shock I felt nothing for the devastation
My only aim was to get back home
My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
Copyright © Gordon Joe Orton Kyle Ralston | Year Posted 2011
Even in her weakness,
her adoration multiplies
oh...... the animals are also not left out
as the serpent of the wilderness
finds grace under her shadows
and the dragons of the forests
dance to her hymns.
Of all the men showcasing their might,
the strong, the rich, the mighty and the elegant;
the wise, the intelligent, the skilled and the glamorous
you looked down and smiled at me.
This is a world which seems not true.
your choice of me, seized my consciousness
but I immediately came back to Life
because I also found you on the other side
this shows how you have taken over my being.
I'm not even worthy of your competition
yet you broke the rules you created to make me yours.
I am now indebted to you
and my Life, the definition of your choices.
My breathe will be the function of your will,
I cling unto it like a cub to its mother.
I never thought I will meet your gaze
but now I possess your thighs.
I never imagined feeling your touch
but now, I experience your warm embrace.
I never thought I could hold your hands
but now, your body belongs to me.
I will cherish every part of you,
take care of every of your needs
and ensure your glow never goes faint.
I'll take the bites of several wolves
to ensure your feet doesn't go red.
I'll persevere the fall from several logs
to ensure you never have a headache
and I'll absorb the heat of the red hot furnace
to ensure your skin doesn't go rough.
All I'm saying honey,
is, I will love you much more than you can ever imagine.
having you is an undeserving blessing.
Loving you is staying deservedly blessed.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
Looking out at the window, I saw this old man sitting on an old bench under a Palm tree
His hairs are all silvered, his face is wrinkled, and he must be in his eighties
I'm watching him from afar and he looks like he's been there since seven thirty
It's more than five hours on that day, and lunch will come to pass soon...
I was wondering why he keeps on coming back to that certain place
He looks happy every time I saw him seated on that very space
But after each long morning he'll stand and walk away with his sad face
It seems he's been waiting for someone to meet him on that same phase...
On that day I've decided to go out and went next to him
I asked, If I can sit beside him, but he just stared, and say nothing
I assumed it was just fine to take a seat and he won't mind ,
But he looks at me as if he's going to devour me...
I stand up and went back to my place, with a throbbing heart and fearful face
The Following day, I looked out again at the window, but I saw no one's there
I went out and try to look around, maybe he changed his place, because of yesterday
I felt guilty and bad of my wrong act, He's been going there since 2003
I asked a bystander at the store, she said that the old man is gone and you'll not see him... anymore
I felt so bad that day and so dismayed, shocked and surprised by what I've learned
This old man keeps coming back to that same place, because of the memories left behind
His love.. His true love died on that very bench, was dragged by a car and hit that bench
It was their 40th anniversary, where they supposed to meet there
It is the same place, the very exact old bench... where they first met...
Copyright © Eiza Evangelista | Year Posted 2017