Best Lovesin Poems
I think it would be simpler
if I did not hear from you anyone
but than my heart would be bored
I think if I could cut this cord
than I'd start missing the dial tone
I get headaches from just being around you
but to hear silence I'd rather go deaf
We talk it out, we work it out
eventually
But there is no you without me
I'd rather be a ghost and even than
I'd haunt you for eternity.
So why I am even pretending
that this could ever end?
You may be sin but your
the sin that I'm into
So just pull the trigger
if you want to say goodbye
Otherwise keep feeding me
more lies
Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed
But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened
For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening
Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred face
Though to cover God’s face, is such a carnal sin of waste
Some receive this present with glee, never to open you see,
Saying I’ll open someday, when I finish my play
To receive the present is good, but to be the present they could,
If open, the present they would, and most certainly they should
For most certainly Christ’s blood, has covered sin with flood
You would certainly open a present of the material of strife
Why not open, heaven’s fallopian, this present, is life
To have the present, you must receive, but open please
So far, so good, if you would, for there is no reprieve,
To have love’s life you could, if only you would, perceive
So let us face, the sacred face, that bought us sacred grace,
And open the interior, to expose our inner mirror
The trouble we have, we don’t open our precious heart valve,
For the love that we have, there will always be striving trouble,
If we live in the double of the mind’s carnal bubble
To begin living , a present, you’ve been graciously given,
Break out, of mind’s prison, into immortality’s living
Therefore believing from your heart, is your most very good start
Your mind has painted you into a box, it is a worldly hoax,
Like the very small fox, know the kind? Jesus said, “nips your vine”
In ploy for control, the mind is so very bold, against soul
Though there is no scold, from heart’s fold, of God’s gold
The present remains unopened fallopian, a closed mold
For the old man of the mind against grace, took a stand
To find the new man, open your present and make a new stand
Continued
As the morning whispers
breathing gently down my spine
I see your face through the blackest night
crystal clear as a bright summers day
death I'm not afraid of
but dying without you by my side
As you are an angel send by God
not through Love or pity
but to keep a gem like you
to thyself is a sin
sinners we are and shall remain
but to keep thy hidden is the biggest sin of all
and who can sin with you in our midst
I'll bear thy cross
if only to bear thy sin;
you won't suffer
and I probably won't live.
I'll bear they cross,
thy condemnation,
with thy own sin,
to suffer flesh's temptation.
To bear this crown;
the sin of flesh,
to be like man,
is sin so fresh.
To bear thy crown
as thy queen
means nothing to you
my dark, sinful king.
I'll bear thy cross
to bear thy crown,
and suffer in sin
as you take me down.
Sweet Sin Promise
by Paula Swanson
The glow from the heated embers
that are your eyes,
After we have made love
and breathed contented sighs,
Bathes me in a tender warmth
While your feather kiss
Sings along my senses
With your sweet sin promise