Best Lovesweet Poems
MORNING DELIGHT
In one clasps of our hands
Suddenly the murmurings
Are becoming warm and intense
As boldness left behind dumbness
As together now we sing melodious
Songs, caressing. kissing, and playfully dance
Till the wee hours which greatly inspired us.
Even the dawning sun it seems
It was kept at bay
And the stars twinkling and clapping
Witnessing how sweet we have shared
A blissful contrast of a newlyweds honeymooning
A balikbayan to waiting gentle hand
Though jittery they stood together to a
morning glory!
Now, shall we let it go
Vis a vis the doldrums
Of yesteryears which we didn't denied
After the high school years
Autographs, roses and chocolates
Were fads of the late 60's yet to a funny fan
Bestows to a man's erudite love for poetry.
The more it comes straight from the hearts
The constancy of exchange writings of messages and poems
Have become part of life's spontaneity
Even at the middle of the night, we are awaken
Laptops connected, phone conversation
Every little sweet words reverberating through!
Term: balikbayan: Overseas Filipino Worker
Dalila Agtani
4/23/11
How long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings,
quiescent, waiting for that tender cue
to open up her heart, dissolve all strings,
before she withers, dulled from absent dew?
In yearning for the warmth that closeness brings
to blush her skin with hints of crimson hue,
how long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings,
quiescent, waiting for that tender cue?
From shaded canopy her essence sings
in soft soliloquy, songs to imbue
the soul who claims he longs to hold her true,
yet to familiar paths his heart still clings.
How long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings?
In the solitude of night,
comes drifting,
the long haired beauty,
silhouetted by the moon,
stars shine from her eyes,
like pixie dust falling,
a sweet sweet sting,
I need her,
to see,
See me from that sky
I want her,
I want her,
as I call to her above,
wishing to hear the song,
through the window of her eyes,
I fly…..
up through that sky,
to the moon of golden light,
to capture that beauty,
as stars shine from her eyes,,
like pixie dust falling,
a sweet sweet sting,
I need her,
I need her,
to see me…
like a song,
like a kiss,
like a breath,
on her lips
through the windows,
the windows…
of her eyes.
With you I walk
in fields of gold
by gentle streams
my hand you hold
your loving voice
it fills my ears
and melts my heart
and soothes my fears
I feel your love
pour down on me
like warm sweet rain
and I am free
with you I lay
beside the sea
each taking what
we give so free
within my heart
this sweet love grows
to you my love
it gently flows
Dedicated to my baby Grand-daughter Rhiannon
precious little angel
a gift from up above
someone sent you to us
to kiss and hug and love
I kiss your little fingers
I kiss your little toes
I kiss your little dimples
on your cheeks next to your nose
it is twilight time sweet baby
lay back and close your eyes
dream dreams of happy things
and lullaby's sweet sighs
good night...
Interlocked feelings
no room for asunder
unmasked emotions.
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A while in your arms
like inside a honey well
milky sweet yearnings.
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Full joy to the brim
thy sweet cravenly bosom
forever waiting.
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By: Charles melody, (lightning ink).
Tell me if it is true,
She too has a heart that can hurt
Hurt her for me, Hurt that girl
And I will saunter to soothe her
But don’t harm her, it hurts
I need my first words felt in the heat
My fountain spilling ink in her heart
Hurt her heart
My eyes run into hers, I surrender
My courage deems, yet I solder
Stare back and scare
Yet I mean to be man, this girl
I care, I swear, and there
I lose it, hurt; I want her to listen
Our souls echo; hearts beat and eyes mate
Hurt that girl
Tell her the drunken spit
Hair like half a tooth brush
Skin like a porcupine, come on
Hog, bad bacon
A bother, why bother?
Call her hyena’s canine
Kin of the warthog, imbalanced buttock
Go, hurt her ego and go
Yes, I know, I kowtow
Her silk, sweet hair, I blush in layers
Her skin is keen, no pin,
I dare not listen to her, she pinches
She’s baby, that girl is lucky
Sweet goodness, tell her for me I’m on the way
To tell her for you, Sweet girl
You made her for me!
But I have no way
Hurt that girl, I’m on my way
Hurt my darling.
Contest type: Genius or criminal
Sweet, Sensational, I glide my fingers down her skin,
Barely but softly touching her sweet soaked flesh,
As I feel beneath I gently kiss the firm of her body,
I look at my loved one and think of the pleasures she could endure.
I decide to test the limits of her sensuality but before I do, I think a little fun,
I spread the mint Ice-cream all over her, but before I slowly lick it off,
I watch as the cold feeling make’s her skin harden, I start there.
My tongue runs in smooth circular motions around the cold of her skin,
I slowly kiss and then suck at the half melted cream that is now running,
Down to her forbidden parts, Forbidden to all but me, I take advantage.
My lips now wet from her desire for me to taste her, I dwell on this moment,
Could this be any better? Or course it can, I haven’t finished yet.
I take her to the kitchen an sit her on the side, I look at her and smile,
As I open the fridge and pop the Champaign, I feel the excitement from her body.
I drape her in cold Champaign and rub the sweet liquid into her skin,
I can no longer contain my urges,
I place her to my lips and with untamed anticipation I bite into her,
Her juices gush into my mouth as a feeling of admiration rushes through me.
Then I take mercy on her as I finish her off, I walk back into my living room,
I sit down and look at my loved one, I offer the last sweet strawberry to her.
As she puts it to her mouth… she turns to me and smiles…
Oh yes.. Here we go again…
A bed of grass is so mundane
It sways in the winds as the most fickle of things
And yields to the foot of man and beast and bug
It is mowed and sowed on the whim of men
And as i stretch upon this brittle mattress
I am dazzled by the floating skies, the whistling breeze, and my comforting memories
And not this dreary bed of grass
And so love, to me, is like the sweet dew of the morning green
As I lay back upon this nestling bed of grass
It wraps my weary spine in a cool, welcome embrace
And I think not of the dull blue sky, the incessant breeze or my nagging memories
Instead I think how the dampness seeps into my back
And how the cool bed of grass spreads shivers to my every ache
And I breathe a sigh of relief,
All because of this sweet dew on the morning green
© Samir Georges
2010
Though a sad day goes,
And a sad night comes
(For my Dear's not here with me),
I will bring up living
Our first love's giving,
When out of the sea came she.
Her leap was as sweet wind was,
Singing sweet, and where white waves
Rushed downward, shedding brightness at her side,
Her spirit-wings went soaring,
The song of her was pride.
Her face flamed into rapture
As she plashed upon each wave;
High billows swelled against her,
But how low to one how brave.
Her hands, in easy motion,
Caught a foam-bell at her knee,
Caught it up and, leaning shoreward,
Blew it shining clear to me.
So light a thing, so fragile,
Yet it sailed above my hand,
While climbing through the combers
Strode all Beauty to the sand.
She, who saw me rising,
As in worshipping I rose,
She, whose tender love-poem
Was the pureness of no pose,
As I closed the reach between us,
Going softly through the tide,
Said to me, spoke words to me---
Great love-words undenied---
"Sing, O Man, make music,
Say desires here;
Our hearts have blended rhythms,
Our eyes make flames appear.
My limbs, and all my body,
My yearning blood and will,
For reign of thine are ready,
Thy loving lust to fill."
Huge waves crashed over gently,
Huge roar of them was sweet,
While flying ubbles shattered
All their flakes upon our feet.
Our hands were like half-flowers
Feeling glad again to rise,
Then the petals pierced together
And the sun shot from our eyes.
I knew her dreams were Passion;
I knew her name was True---
True Love of Full Possession---
That all my longings drew.
And though how scorched within me
My thirst kept welling up,
I knew my soul abstracted,
And speech spilled from my cup.
O Sweet Warm Mouth so perfect,
So justified to be;
O Rare High Brow a-shining,
Whose thoughts Love's deeds will be;
I sign my lips upon thee,
I sign my life and soul,
Shut out all gods but Beauty,
Make you my only goal.
Now with these waves competing
My coursing veins aspire
To be in your veins beating
Until my blood turns fire.
Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss
More than guesses were intact
Lining up to act upon a string instrument under a sunshine star
There a sweet, sweet girl and classical guitar
Self-administer a sweet smell as the general public demonstrate kiss and tell
The first time sun kissed feet meet is the first great feat
And more to scratch into a journal of the dog days heat
Few bare bodies are shown to hide
His first summer at the bank side
He’s an abrupt sounding cuss
But he’s got good heart in ways
He hates to kick up a fuss
But he hates to part a brief gaze
She darted a meaningful glance that made a tiny fish dance
And now his dreams were stolen and sold, and pushed for the old
Now, to a stop a boy to grow up being ever cold
To ponder and smile on his late night pillow
To think about the sun, the summer and the willow
But the kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss…
Its he she’s loving, it’s his nothing she’s for
To him, really nothing more than a boy to ignore
But just for you did she let choose a boy to adore
Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss...
I see you with her
and I know from your eyes
your vision whirled
You hold her hand
and when our gaze met
you unclasp it
No need to hide honey
I know we expired
I thought at first
Time would make us wine
But it just turned us into
a fluid in the mouth
Fermented from sleep
sour, smelly, unswallowable
Your ways of loving
were exposed before me
When our gaze locked,
Don't bow your head yet-
I'm still recollecting it
How sweet you love
Rather how sweet you lie?
The way you thawed my heart
by the heat of your tongue
and now I prove
that tongue's no better than a snake's
and Oh! how sensational you love
You always sent me screaming
through the night
But don't be ashamed honey
if your skill is naked before me
Cause I know for certain
That the lady whom you're with
Will fall to no better than my fate.
Hush my sweet petal, hush,
Thine experience that causeth thou cheeks to flush;
Is the titillation of loves first blush.
Thou beauty causeth mine heart to pound.
To shaketh it foundations leaving mine legs unsteady on the ground,
Walk yonder, then hitherto me.
Filleth mine eyes with thy beauty of thee,
Mine lips shape thy vowels of thine name
But mine voice feareth to spoil it in this adulterous game
Oh my dearest Lisa to love thee would be a carnal feat
But thine and mine love would be a sweet sinful treat
For Lisa Hiatt not as good as yours. Icannot believe I didn't rhyme one of the lines. I have to rewrite it :-(
Twas a feeling, much more
Than I dared to own.
She saw it in my eyes
And wished in half-breath signs
To speak but did not.
As I bit my lip and restrained my scream,
Sweat painted our bodies and soaked her mane.
Yet still I desired another kiss
As sweet as honey or peppermint.
Despite those urgent hips that thrust
Against me.
I long for what I have just mentioned.
Those hungry lips I wish to kiss
As sweet as honey or peppermint.
Some time has passed
from when i thought
the music flowed a soar,
and golden trumpets
sprang from the heavens
to finally play once more.
And from those sweet melodies
of which it was derived
then owed to you of this,
composiums so grand,
my soul could taste it,
this sweet eternal bliss.
Alas my heart
has lost the beat
to which the music plays,
and through the turmoil
from within my chest
my feet felt swept away.
Caught in this current,
desperately trying to swim
to reach you once again,
though my endeavor,
quite unsuccessful,
my love will never end.