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
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
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"?
Copyright © Marianne Nolido | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Mike Hamill | Year Posted 2010
I remain civil for that is the cloth from which I was sired and cut
Much regret is apparent and painful in your eyes but not for me to behold
They say that revenge is a dish that is best served cold, still I wouldn’t know
Just desserts are a lackluster way to describe your unrepentant folly
Day in and day out realizing that the prince was yours to have
But you have not nor do you seek the will or power to change your past
I still at times alone eat the same breakfast we used to lovingly share
Perhaps I could invite you to this five star repast but three is a crowd
So you finally realize that you’re stuck with less than nothing
And you have to take out the trash everyday.
Copyright © Edward Ford | Year Posted 2010
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
Copyright © johnathon bart | Year Posted 2008
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.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012
Her spouse is a little bit physically unfit
So she wanted my body -
I wanted her heart because I was not so smart
Then couple of years later she found a partner
And lost interest in me
Now I need her body
As the earth needs the sky
As the hungry ones need the food
But she has found a partner
Now she doesn’t need me anymore!
Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
Even in the dark, it doesn't feel right.
Even in the silence, I know it isn't you.
But I'm young, and I'm scared,
And he gets me through.
The first was lips,
Just a sweet, common meeting.
Only, I can't call myself his anymore.
It was a moment, short and fleeting,
But I won't belong to him ever again.
Three rotations around the star, He is all I know, so I let it be.
He promised it was friendship, and he wanted nothing more.
Then why is this happening to me?
The drink swims in my brain,
Watching the waves lap at the shore,
And I can't remember a damn thing,
I don't remember a thing more.
Scared. I was scared.
So, silent I was.
My heart was hidden, lies were snared.
I made the dark vacuum seem like a torrent of sound.
When his ideas of happily ever after fell through,
He ran with one last plan.
He ran squealing like a pig to you,
And I almost lost everything I wanted.
I let the lies break,
I let the tears fall,
Because although seventeen,
I felt so very small.
I promised, I swore,
And to that I've kept true. I
I've never again
Cheated on you.
Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
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….
Copyright © Jennifer Turner | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Ryan Wegenast | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Molly McCarthy | Year Posted 2013
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'
Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire | Year Posted 2011
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
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Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Brandi Elizabeth Brown | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2011
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!
Copyright © Matilda Sila | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire | Year Posted 2011
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
Copyright © tanaka chirombo | Year Posted 2012
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.....
Copyright © Tiffany Flowers | Year Posted 2013
Gone But Not Forgotten
Never knew that this day would come
That this would be my last goodbye
It seemed like only yesterday that we were laughing and having fun
I can’t get it through my head
It's like i can still feel your touch against my face
I can still hear your voice when you speak
But it's all just a dream
Can I look you in your eyes just one last time
Can i feel your hands in mines just this one last time
The tears that are falling can’t be controlled
Interrupted by the sound of the alarm
Back to reality, here goes nothing
Things just aren’t the same without you
Here holding me, touching me, telling me that everything is alright
I will never be able to feel reassured by the sound of your voice
To tell me that you love me and that i will always be safe with you
Tell me what you lack
The ability to love
Your own blood or just your back
Your love has yet to come
Choosing to hate me
You know you’re in the wrong
The power is yet to come
But the hurting inside of isn’t at all gone
Copyright © Shykiese Kilpatrick-Marks | Year Posted 2015
I must confess, you are by far my favourite
I don’t mind stealing a kiss in the coffee shop
Between sips of our spiced lattes
Or letting you push the trolley in B&Q
When we are choosing paint for the study
In the little house in Hoxton we decided to buy
I’m not the kind of woman to care for affection
I’ve gone twenty one years without it
But with you it’s different
It doesn’t make me feel loved,
Or any more of a woman
It makes me feel alive
The closet is full of your vintage jumpers
You particularly favour brown hues
I know this, as I’ve bought you seven
I don’t mind wearing one now and again
The smell of them reminds
Of the long walks in the city we’d take
I’d let you hold my hand
After the thirteenth date
I smile to myself, thinking
How far we had come
Copyright © Faith Carmichael | Year Posted 2014
Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers (teen boys and teen girls). It
looks like this type of love is going to pass on to another generation of teenage lovebirds. And
even as I speak, young love is going to continue growing in not just the U.S. of A., it's growing
everywhere, including Japan. But fortunately for all teenage lovebirds, it's actually a good thing
for them, especially when all teen boys and teen girls started being interested in each other. It
seems that once those teen lovebirds enter adulthood in the near future, even after finishing
high school and/or college, young love is going to affect the lives of another bunch of
teenagers; even before the year 2020. Young love among all teenagers is going to continue
growing for a long time and it's going to pass on to another generation of teenage lovebirds.
And not only that, this type of love is also going to continue growing for another generation
after generation, after generation, after generation. And the next thing everybody knows, their
p[arents are still going to be happy about it. The greatest thing about young love is that not
only are both teen couples (a teen boy and a teen girl) going to stay togrther for a long time,
even before and after marriage, they're going to tell their grandchildren the following: how they
met, why they fell in love with each other, their first date, and that kinda stuff. It loks like
teenage love is going to continue to pass on to another generation after generation, after
generation, after another generation. And if young love among al teen couples continue to have
impact on their loves, there's no telling what great thing might happen next.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
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
Copyright © Donald Eissler | Year Posted 2012