Best Hers Poems
his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..
precious moments linger...
passionately
divinely
sensually
his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him
purely
safely
freely
precious moments linger...
his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..
precious moments linger...
for eternally they are...
his and hers.
Take me now for I give you myself,
Bind my hands to the mast,
Take from me whatever you want,
I’ll give whatever you ask,
As we both sail away on the edge of reason,
Exposed on this drift away boat,
Exposed to the world of air, wind and sea,
Exposed as we quietly float,
And cover my eyes… take all my sight,
Take away all of my clothes,
Then take all you want from all of this skin,
All this skin you have proudly exposed,
Because I am your sub for you to enjoy,
Your toy, I’m your beautiful swan,
For you to nurture and grow by yourself,
To lustfully sit down upon.
On soft unsteady feet, she toddles.
Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores.
Innocence in endeavours, she wanders.
With little coquette behaviours, she seduces.
An urge in her search, she questions.
A collection of stories in mind, she dreams.
In the storm of emotion, she discovers.
A thirst of her body, she quenches.
To be one unique among others, she hopes.
Security and warmth to be hers, she prays.
Illusion and reality is no different, she believes.
What’s hers can be snatched, she fears.
In the storm of time and norms, she struggles,
She is one, in multiple forms alas, she acknowledges.
Her very nature is not hers alone, she accepts.
She tends a hand to the other she, she feels!!
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I saw her's at the
distance
I tried the whistle
It flew out like
tweety bird's
caught by sylvester
featherz and
all
hern soon
oke
choked
Hitherto
i whistle not
at fine
hers'
her's
lets lips
mine
not
*i ofttimes spill the nouns (the)hers
:>shemales; i meant, females..(did so ')
(the)shes
therefore I explicate and may the poetic astute
accept mine artistic license :) hers: females... 'period'
shes: the feminine plural ;) oh stop ,)
edvard'z lisp and *sensitive feel> (fem~i~nine)
^:uh wight guy ') her's: possessive
* oke^ hern: belongs to her e.g. her's, in the broader sence; 'twuz her decision I.e; the poet, can say "her breast were in mine maws", yet, wus it her decision that her breast were there(the 'terse' poet would need to explicate, cramming hiz lisp with unnecessary werdz)..but, if the poet (i exspecially)exclaimed; "hern" breast were in mine maws", hiz readerz intuitively would know, that 'she gave' her breast up willingly(her decide). If the poet exclaimed; "hern pussie wuz pink"
^('she' lets poet see it's
pink
etc.)
i pray there be shes reserving sum hern for mine
indulge....words...that's what i well i tried to meant ')
HIS and HERS - limericks
HERS
SWEET MOLLY SHE SET OUT THE BAIT
ORDERED A DRINK FOR THE WAIT
LIFTED HER SKIRT
FANNED SCENTED FLIRT
WHILE WATCHING THEIR EGOS INFLATE
HIS
Young Buster was full of himself
a bruiser devoid of all stealth
he measured his worth
by its length and its girth
had it bronzed and put on a shelf
John G. Lawless
7/17/2015
my first love, my high school sweet and shy girlfriend.
a feeling never felt before, I prayed it wouldn’t ever end.
the drive-in movies, the carnivals, we did them all in style,
I had no car, to see her, I walked more than a mile.
as years went by, after we wed, the arguments began.
I tried my best to calm the waves, but shattered was my plan.
now on the restless sea, tuna fishing in the hunting season.
I left her in Ohio, I had to leave, I had a single reason.
to see if absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they always say,
I don’t know who “they” are, but in my case it’s just a bad cliche.
months have passed and homeward bound, It’s hard to hide this feeling,
that hopefully she has missed me badly, and we can start the healing.
nowhere to be found, I read the note that felt sharp as a knife,
she wants divorce, she’s with someone, she’s starting a new life.
living in Montana, a rancher now her new found love,
I must not haste to find her, this pain I must now rise above.
what can I say when it’s all over?, give me another chance?
no, when it has died, it’s hard to wake a dead romance.
time has slowly passed, the years have been unkind,
lines upon my face, my fate could well be signed.
one thing I know is true, I had the best years of my life,
to know that once, I had a young and loving wife.
the story is not yet over, the search is not yet done,
someone may walk into my life, and claim me for the one,
the one who’s more than ready, to give my faithful heart,
to someone who will stay, when things may fall apart.
if by chance a new love will be made, in some old fashioned way,
she can count on me, count on the years I will be hers to stay.
Hers Truly
From a friend to a lover
from a lover back to friends…
His faults are hers
And hers are his…
So where does the love live
It’s rough when you discover
The true meaning of a couple…
The laughing, the crying
cold shoulder and some denying…
Hers truly, is his truer
No need in identifying
She knows what she wants
And so does he…
Shouldn’t be a debate
Hers truly knows what she’s doing
He knows what he’s doing
But being thrown a temper from hers truly
Makes it even more confusing…
No one can take full blame
When they’re both headed towards fame
In this game that some people can’t take
And finally go insane…
Strong-minded is she
With wisdom sprouting from seeds
With respect for his truly…
You make a good couple
Shouldn’t they be meant to proceed to succeed
Let’s take these qualifications
And reach our destination
By: Aleasha A. Martin
“No dream is ever out of reach
If you just look beyond
And dig way beneath” -Aleasha A. Martin
I will not use heavy words on the vocabulary store
For what I want her to know
Is very simple and familiar to her
I want to tell her I love her
And I want to be wholly hers
To sparkle her life like the stars
To remain forever hers.
I want her to know will walk with her every path
My heart she is worth
will never show her my wrath
we will give birth
Live happily forever
part ways never
For I am wholly hers.
I want to let her know we will stick
whether healthy or sick
whether honey or dry
Till we die
we will remain without stain
For I am wholly Hers.
I want to tell her that she is indeed a queen
For I have been keen on what I have seen
In her I have seen perfect places to take my heart for a ride
In her I have seen No-man made beauty just the way she is
In her I have found laughter,joy and pleasure
In her I have found the courage to stand tall
And I am wholly hers.
I burned my lips on her’s today
Though I have no one but myself to blame
‘Twas in the moment of our first kiss
Our passion burst into a raging flame
I oft had admired her from a distance
Never knowing she was the Devil’s child
I knew the instant we began to dance
I’d lost my soul cause it got wild
She twisted my heart into a knot
And clouded my mind with smoke
But it was when I met her dad
….. ( come on fellow poets !!
Give me a great last line !)….
(….bloke, joke, cloak, poke…
Have some fun with me !)
The sin a child is born to is not hers;
For mother’s body’s sacred with its grace.
Society will mar us with its glares.
Yet ,at a baptism will the priest declare:
Out ye demons,leave this infant’s space.
The sin a child is born to is not hers
The infant naturally speaks in tongues of fire.
The Spirit moves eternal in its trace
Society will mar us with its glares
The path we learn to walk ‘s already there
The rules and laws were written with no haste
The sin a child is born to is not hers
A child born now is marked by Iraq War
A child born now, in paranoia’s traced.
Society will mar us with its glares
Oh,look upon the infant’s holy face
Beatific vision is there traced
The sin a child is born to is not hers
Society will mar us with its glares
This Heart is like a Lion
Punished through the years but still tameless
facing the world and the consequences
Scarred but still beating unwinking
and even mended, refuses to surrender
This Heart is like a lion
And for a while, frozen, kept silence
As if waiting for this moment
Relentless, supported the action of the elements with courage
Witnessed the dance of the seasons with faith
And Then...
A street corner near the beach
A table on the sidewalk
A strange Coffee Shop
Innocent exchanges of words
A pool table
A tiny museum
A unknown bookstore
Wake up, brave lion
Because you are no longer mine
You are hers
He's Hers when She's His.
Her feelings are pure
He stole her heart to cure,
when she moves away from him
He cleaves to reach her heart's brim.
Who knows what grows
that's because he sows,
she endures in her wars
He knows and restores.
by Esther J
I lay on the floor,
She walks through the door.
What have I done?
I feel like crying,
But i can't because in and reality I'm dying.
What have I done??
only my mum are really shattered,
I think my life actually mattered.
What have I done?!
It was an accident, I didn't mean to!
I wanna go back, think it through!
What have I done!!?
But she can't hear me.
All I can see, is her misery.
What have I done?.
I got my suffering to go away,
As I did, my mums pain started today.
What have I done?...
Woman's charm
Adds the calm
To the cause
Woman's grace
Poise and pace
To applause
By default
Let's exalt
All of hers
January 23, 2023
My Heart Is Hers and Hers Is Mine
My love is like a wren on a perch,
For whom the lea over I searched.
To her, I trill passionate rhyme.
My heart is hers, and hers is mine.
Inside my chest, heartbeats express
Words I weave with lips to impress.
“Pain me not,” she says, “with silly twine.
My heart is yours, and yours is mine.
“Cast out the doubt that grips your soul,
Parse the drivel, and be true and bold.
Woo me with tender words, sublime.
My heart is yours, and yours is mine.”
Then I find the mindset to conceive
Verses of love to lay at her feet,
Which she sifts through, one at a time.
My heart is hers, and hers is mine.
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