Best Possessively Poems

In a moment of juvenile jealousy 
he envies his red rival

with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric
possessively cup 
her brandied beauty 

amidst wistful notions
to revive his parched heart
he craves to be ladled...

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The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream  
when he climbs into bed beside me.  

And my comfort is found in the warmth 
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across 
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred...

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How I am torn from even thinking we could be more
What reason do I have to change what we already are?
I make an effort to stop myself from overwhelming you,
And the next moment, you are all over me,
As I, confused, welcome your playful caresses…

And when...

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From that day on and forward,
I began to see the wretchedness my God had warned me of
He cursed the Lord wholeheartedly, for inflicting yet another agony on him,
In his well he called The Prison of Plot,
He spat the grounds and laughed at random intervals,
Then the...

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Hello my exotic, glorious maiden,
By now they all know you are taken.
I possessively, poetically, clearly, and eloquently
Told them you are promised to me, a sensual, delicately,       
Known beauty, could not marry a canal walk about, a 
Wannabe, curling his...

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When I say “y’all”, what I mean is “you all”
I don’t know why that is so hard to learn
When I hear someone snicker at the word
I bite my tongue while I do a slow burn

Some say it’s not a word, just Southern slang
It’s in the...

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Let's start with one shared understanding:
life is a more dynamically relational synonym for "nature".

So when we ask,
What is the purpose of life?
we are also asking,
What is nature's purpose?
which sounds similar to asking if evolution is teleological.

What if we collectively imagined that life
is to "regenerative empowerment"
as...

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“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept up by the brooms of bitter winds 
fouled by gormless...

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Principles,values,ethics,mottoes
Like sparkling,vivid emeralds
In my gloomy,sumptuous mansion
Possessively linger to sojourn

Endeavor yet to decamp from my cocoon
Revamp,acclimatize and be apologetic to
This eccentric,zany and turbulent world
Break away and from routine commute

And I like a moth taken with a candle
Decline to stand at my grave sob and grieve
Rather shepherd,escort...

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As our two shadows meet and new life unfurl.
Death will be undone and the cold of evil maybe draw nearer.
As my greater love for our passion blazes strongest from the softness of a candlelight,
To a velvet fire burning possessively and consumingly with a force to...

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Silk spills from her suitcase
and love is a careless thrown scarf
around long elegant necks.
She watches through the scented night
of unfamiliar décor,
as packet teas and coffees
lie like soldiers on a tray.
She idly wonders if he likes his coffee black,
or perhaps they will dispense altogether
and lie like...

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Clad in shinning metal
Fragile like a flower's sepal
Sheathed in agility
Yet cajoled by uncertainty
My Knight in shinning Armour!

A wonderful contrast 
Of bravery and vulnerability!
My Knight! My knight!
Pleasure you've known,passion you've shown
Desire you express,passion you expect
And love you gradually accept.
No longer shall; you be depressed
My Knight! My...

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I passed you on the street today,
but your eyes were blind to all but one as
you turned on that boyish charm.

Who was she, young raven haired beauty
holding your arm possessively as I did, in love
one upon my happier times.

You were winning her with that captivating...

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She is a traveling circus,  a late bloomer
of more gaudy god-times.
Fortune has spread her hummingbird heart
over evening moonshine.
Now she has the reminiscent whiff
of lace curtains left out in the rain.

In rented rooms she sprinkles
potent perfumes,
winks at her blur-faced mirror.

She loves to recall all her...

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You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Your breath: a nocturne in C sharp minor—
unasked, entering…
disarming, following. 

You lean in like Chopin leaned on silence—
possessively, melancholic need 
before sound—searing hushes that 
demand submission in return.


And I am raindrops to your 
sustaining notes….
storming...

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