Best Passionwrite Poems
My writer, my writer,
where art thou
and our times shared through the pen ?
I miss our writing together
as I look back
now and then.
My writer, my writer,
for this I long;
to write with you once again.
Our writing together
a perfect song.
So let’s write my writer and when ?
I wanna write about all the things I love, love, love.
I wanna write about how they make me feel and why.
I wanna write about all the cute things,
Like saying honey, darling, and baby.
I wanna write about honeybees, and peaches,
I wanna write about you in my bed under blankets.
I wanna write about orange,
Purple and green.
I wanna tell you that I love, love love.
I wanna tell you about warmth and the sun.
I wanna tell you that I’m cute, and you’re cute too.
I wanna tell you that I’m happy when I’m alone.
I wanna tell you about humming birds, and dachshunds.
I wanna tell you that it’s cute when you bite my cheeks,
And that I love, love, love when you hold me.
I wanna scream that I’m adorable,
And scream that I know everything is wrong,
But I want to write to you that some things are real, real cute…
And that I love, love, love you.
Why try and fight this overwhelming feeling..
Its so crazy but so much worth the healing...
I'm tossing and turning with thoughts of your touch...
To lay next to you and show you how I love you so much..
I can write and write but some how the words seem wrong..
I can sit at the piano and play but its still not the right song..
My love just pours out with no control when your in my thoughts
and sight..
Twisted and childlike are what I've become through this night..
Bending like a tree branch without a snap..
This flowing stream of love is on course with no map..
With no garden to play in or someone to say no..
We must succumb to this desire and let our bodies glow...
Pay the piper tomorrow for today we shall enjoy..
This run through the fields like a girl and boy...
I want to write a poem about love
Somebody teach me
I never wrote a poem about love
O teacher, help me
To squeeze the serpent until he dies
To swallow fruit without the seed
To freeze eternity in her vacuous eyes
To plant the grape and never bleed
I want to write of naked mornings
Shivering in the fleece of my embrace
I want to tell of tropic longings
Etched upon the mural of her face
I want to drink the nectar of her desire
And take the sugar core of agony apart
To taste the candy made from fire
And keep her cuddled in my heart.
How do you write a poem about love? how
Do you recover the dusty ton of vow
With words? O give me wings
My flesh is webbed by tenuous things.