Best Desirable Poems
When my fingers touch your skin,it is of the soul I hunt
Not just of my own but to feel your curves thrash
To smell your scent, fragrance of emotions entangled in web
I sat and I gaze at the beauty before my eyes
Not just in form does it exist but my heart I find flutter
The love I find in one I find also depths of my soul
I feel lost, incomplete, wanting what I can not touch
The distance as if the whole universe a journey away
Love's Desirable Lust, feeling you eating at my emotions
Devouring my every need I long the hours
Your curves my mind plays wildly insane
Wanting to kiss your lips softly, your scent upon my being
Our bodies passion exploding in wetness I feel you drip
I taste its swEeeet'ness of your flavor, enticing yes
My lips you feel gently upon your neck
Your nerves tingle in enthusiastic need of desire
Screaming take me, I am yours to do what you wish
Conquer my love as thou would conquer the world
King of my domain, queen at your beckon need
Pleasure the depths of my soul darkness that I love
not another but the one I love forever its bond not be broken
Blindfolded and out of my reach,
My kissing with her
Had been put with a cease.
Our mouths explored,
I desired her tastes
Her lips were of a shaded red
You stained my soul, for this I said.
She was my desire that I had gazed,
Our vows of unity have amazed
Desires of us we did explore
I grabbed your hair as you wanted more.
Deep I did go inside,
To your soul, I did abide
Our passions flowed it was with bliss
You were my wife, you still exist.
With our pleasures did we enjoy,
We were not wrong, having been our ploy
My love for you I refuse to let go
For if I do, I will implode.
It's now I say God needed you,
I will admit, I wanted that to
I had done this out of selflessness
I could not bear you were suffering.
Don't get me wrong for God understands,
It was my duty, He so commands
Never should I see you suffering
I had to let you slide into a buffering.
My love is still just as strong for you,
Though you're not here, I had to let go
You were my wife then,
You still will be tomorrow.
Our story of a love between,
Husband & wife, working as a team
We had to make it work
Your love for me, you were my perk.
But then you disappeared,
As I had seen
You faded into the lights
Of the moons-beam.
I love you still, Shannon!
Entered into Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest
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An extreme smog descends
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops
the landscape. You watch the
world crumbling around you.
The death was very beautiful
thing, a moment before dying.
Becoming activist had contributed
towards the end; like
targeting yourself to be hanged.
The particulates pollution of
depression had seeped, and
Milky Way was asking, are you breathing ?
The fish now swims outside
the body. Death has many colours to celebrate.
Satish Verma
Once you were lush
Form sweet and ripe
Skin satin, elastic
All poreless and tight
Now bones are weak
Cracked, brittle and thin
Womb used and dry
No more collegan
Dismissed and discarded
As if aging a sin
Punished for wrinkles
That show where you've been
Old coins yield no currency
They're weathered and bare
You're transparent, invisible
Like you're not even there
But I know I have value
My wisdom has worth
I'm still viable, tangible
I still walk this earth
A new day is dawning
So let me join in
I still count, I matter
With less collegan
Talk to me,
Comfort me,
Hold my hand,
Touch me,
Caress me,
Be a friend to me,
Make me feel loved,
Be my boyfriend;
Love me.
Thine will, my desire, lady so fine,
These days without your touch, are cruel.
These nights without you, I devour wine.
Your quest my desire, within thine rule,
My heart and soul, torn apart and ripped,
In private vigor, I await kiss.
My spirit defiled and ill equipped.
These times are vacant; your touch I miss.
Our sensual flamboyant desire,
Your eagerness, showering pleasure,
As I hold you close, I feel such fire.
Our moments together hold measure.
My ardor is real, yours surely true.
I humbly await one glimpse of you.
Desirable dawn
Silhouettes, shapes,
clouds backlit
by a distant sun
rising slowly
in the east
Cantaloupe swatches,
painting introductions
of a desirable dawn
Draping the sky,
illuminating my heart
to a brand new day
with you
Good morning Soupers
I'll be waiting for you
I'll be missing you
Even if it's for a moment
Or even if it's forever
My heart in which is so strong
My heart in which hurts so much
From a moment without you
Or from a day without you
How much I will remember you
How much I will love you
Whether it comes from your memories
Or whether it comes from your heart
If you need me
If you demand me
I'll wait for you by a moment
Or I'll wait for you forever
Don’t ever wanna wake up from my
Tangled tender headed, over played day dreams.
Oh my, why did we have to fight?
While all the little ignorant boys n girls,
Wanna enjoy each others loving sea of grief?
I know all parts of you a lil too well,
To be able to forget about your gentle being.
Why did hopes & dreams have to become severely disorienting?
Your awfully tempting n delirious as it is,
So as long as you can breathe the same air as me,
Theirs no way the memories of you
Could ever run away from my poorly indecisive head.
I’ll speed dial the romanticized version of you
Here in this plane of existence that you no longer exist in.
I can sure as hell severe & please you as much as you’d like me too in this awful dimmed lighting my frail minded king.
But you knew all along,
That I was the alluring one in your favorable eyes.
And that this isn’t what you came here for.
As days turn into weeks & weeks turn into months, soon enough;
I started wanting you like the lost sight of what we wanted to really feel from the beginning.
so would you be a fairly kindhearted gentle men and tell me if this is more of an infatuating obsession with wanting to please you so I could be the one and only apple in your eye,
Long enough to satisfy every last ounce of your heart mind and body’s cravings?
Well to hell with it,
I know this just another way of your play-full days of intriguing dealings with other like minded pretty girls that come crawling at the sound of your ringing bell, isn’t it?
The beating of my heart
Makes me feel alive
The way my eyes meet his
Makes me feel like I have wings
The way my hands go through his luscious blonde hair
This feeling is more than neutral
The way your lips attaches upon mine
The feeling is something that could pierce through my heart
And the true meaning of life and love releases and become clear to me.
This feeling is addicting
Its makes me want more.
Why would I want it?
I never wanted it before
I dreamt about it
I got curious
But now it’s done
I want more
Why?
Is it because
I may not ever get it again
Especially from him
Or
Could be a desire that my body wants
For some people
The desire is Sex
Or maybe it’s Meth
Mine,
Its love
Or maybe what happens during love
The kissing
The desire to combine two lips
But why
I don’t understand
The Blonde
His hair,
His presence
I don’t even think about it
I only think of him
Its amazing how that works out
So
Is the desire him?
Or the next step?
The old facts lie, the old truth dies
Everything needs update
The new facts open our eyes
Revisionism is great
New lemming-minded must observe
This harsh reality
The world we thouroughly deserve
Our ancestors couldn’t see
So after cleaning it looks fine
This good old brave new world
Its pharisees and philistines
Its glorified absurd
What’s new, looks old, and in reverse
Its all the same, my dear
The truth enacts with inner source
Of deepest secret fear
In order to avoid the bad
Consequences we see
We drink more wine, and eat less bread
Watching the tides at sea.
Before flowers and hugs made you happy,
and every evening you waited for my arrival,
and lovingly asked me, " How was your day, darling? "
Your old age age doesn't have those thrills anymore as when life was yours;
today, vanished is that radiant face: now, it only shows ugly spots and wrinkles...
a curse of the flesh, and no tenderness can console you for that tragic loss!
Why be less beautiful and desirable?
no woman ever loses her unique beauty, it is alive in her admirer's memory;
it's in the tender words she speaks to her captured man, who changed her destiny!
Sweetheart, accept my yellow roses with the same joy you demonstrated yesterday;
never doubt my faithfulness, and whisper to yourself, " He loves me not! "
Try to smile...and instantly you will look much younger than you ever felt!
Why be less beautiful and desirable?
We sealed our fate with the oath of fidelity, giving life to a promise never to be broken;
our sky was of the deepest blue and no other dream ever compared to that one!
Cpyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Your presence is like rose petals they are so soft and subtle they spread joy to my heart.
The feelings are like fire they just keep burning and keep me warm in the winter nights.
Your love is like the sun it shines brighter and brighter with a touch of the rainbow.
Your beauty is like the stars it keeps on glowing and I hope that our love keeps
overflowing.
Just to embrace is like the jewels the shine and glow.
Your sweetness is like a ripe fruit on a summer afternoon so yummy and tender.
The passion between us is undeniable to the point that I cannot fight it I want you even
more.
Every time that I am near you I melt this feeling is something that I have never felt.
This is a desirable beginning I hope the fire keeps on burning as the world keeps on
turning.
Desirable News
By Franklin Price
7/29/2015
Desirable news, seen on TV,
always bad or seems to be.
Are ratings bad, if news is good?
Haven't tried that, maybe should.
Each of us can change that view.
Do something good that's just from you
Desirable news, made happily,
and not bad news that's on TV
I’ve bloomed past blossom season, a frame held by flesh, fragile.
Wrinkles appear now, near feet left by crow.
You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing,
you see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace slowing.
But you don’t see me. I am no longer desirable, desired,
nor worth a glance from afar. A smile. You don’t see me.