Curves Poems - Poems about Curves

An easy type of quilting Is to sew two fabric squares Which are pinned and lined up neatly; Nothing else, for ease, compares. Once you make the shapes more complex, Like a triangle or curve, Things might get a little tricky And you need a bit more nerve. I’ve been sewing several years now And still have a way to go, For when...

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Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel. Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame. The highway fades yet she alone...

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The ocean caresses her hips. The sea loves her shape, her curves are its curves. Sipping a cold coke watching a gang of ogling young men. A flowing tide slips from her brown skin almost reluctantly. The boys are waving, the sea is waving, inwardly, interestingly, (at my age), I am surfing a high crest, and easily riding above her incoming hips. ...

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Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24 There's nothing like the curves and crevices of all women. That distinct little thing that does something to men. They get all pumped up, and don't know how to act. Plotting in their mind just how to get at that. Focused like a laser with a night vision beam. Targeting in on what should...

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If I were a child again, I would learn to draw worlds from lines and curves of dreams, To breathe life into paper with colors intertwined in a silent and pure symphony, But as an adult, I don't even know how to draw a boundary between desires and reality, Letting the outlines fade into the fog of days...

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These are poems about shadows and shadowy things... Transplant by Michael R. Burch You float, unearthly angel, clad in flesh as strange to us who briefly knew your flame as laughter to disease. And yet you laugh. Behind your smile, the sun forfeits its claim to earth, and floats forever now the same— light captured at its moment of least height. You laugh here...

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My arms over my chest Where you want yours to be My back bent over my body To have the layers fall over my chest and my stomach My collars held closely at my neck The rolling of my curves hidden always Sleeves held down over the arms that hold marks of shame Upon shame I hide my body Upon your...

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Curves valleys mounds and folds A sweeping landscape we choose to travel And enjoy to linger for a time Whenever we can To us and our companion To the High peak of satisfaction And release mounting tension In the pleasant valley below A much-needed vacation Then it's back to work Again. ...

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Life's lessons on what to do and what not to do in life...

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Slight bumps in the road to make us stop and double check our work and make us learn from it...

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Love expresses ~on faces by~ traces of smiles....

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path of obstacles challenge of finding answers learning as we go...

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We observe the water caressing her hips. The sea loves her shape, her curves are its curves. On the beach all who see her waving watch and wish....

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A pilgrimage should not take a direct path, a traveler should wander seeking to be even lost following new tacks to unexpected destinations. if you know where you are going the sacredness of your journey will be at best just a ritual....

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He deserves such softness. Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin. Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day. He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that...

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