Blue butterflies ballet in my tummy
Forehead swimming with my mind
Eyes red I feel funny nose is runny
Tangerine tingles crawl up my spine
If it isn’t love then I must be ill
For anytime I see you I blush
And red heart does cartwheels
I can never say very much
Like a bright firefly my eyes
Light up at sight of you
Your gaze could make me high
As a kite in the sky blue
What is your secret is it Cupid
An arrow shot my mahogany way
I try not to say something stupid
That I’d ruby regret one day
Don’t even know if you’re taken
I’ve no neon nerve to inquire
That thought has heart breaking
Setting silver soul on fire
Perhaps Cupid is an amethyst ally
Who works his magic in reverse
Next ill say hi this warm July
And try to make small talk white words
It’s funny how I miss something
That I’ve never hazel had
But I’ll say this for sure one thing
Thought of love make me glad
So it’s a rainy day in summer
So glad to see you looking well
I’m single so that’s no bummer
Showers of love may cause a spell
I wrote this poem shortly after I read and was inspired and moved by a better poem, "Rite and Passage and Popcorn" by Quoth Theraven. This poem is different, my own, but I mention it because I "borrowed" a girl next door, auburn hair, and braids. As it happened, in my life, I too had a girl next door with auburn hair and braids.
In the bright days of my youth,
I had it all. I knew the truth,
but Autumn's colorful leaves
were stolen by time's thieves,
and I'm long in the tooth.
Among the things no longer there -
the girl with braids and auburn hair.
All scattered to the wind -
the things that might have been.
I wonder why I care?
Life now is grey, russet, no more.
I no longer fathom what it's all for,
and as I start to falter,
I worship at the altar...
of memories of the girl next door.
well hello there ~ wowza girl
and a very good morning to you
is that a new dress !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
They were best friends, so he was kicking himself.
Because although he was the boy next door,
She did not think of him in that way.
Want to spend the night? She asked him.
I have some polka dotted pajamas I want you to see.
He had to decline, knowing he could not bear it.
She was getting more desirable every minute.
She was unassuming, shy, a girl-next door type
He was a bad boy, but noticed her notice him
It amused him; he was always amused until the conquest
He loved having fawning females beg him for more.
She was a good girl, would not go unless they were married.
A hellcat in the bedroom. Now he was the fawning guy.
pull back curtain bangs
introduce the girl next door
her swag brunette curls
7/30/2019
The Girl Next Door
The baby breeze blew briskly
Like the swiftness of a light limb,
Caressing my lonesome heart,
As it bore her voice nigh: quest of hearts.
I looked through the silk curtain
Obstruenting my view of the silken.
She was in her night gown: cruel bikini.
The swell of her breast, a calling fountain.
I wanted to dash into the waves,
Get locked up in its coziness.
But, she pulled the curtain over again:
The girl next door just never cares.
Return I then to my cushion again disappointed,
With a tortured hope: perhaps, she feels same bout me.
19:06:28:19:22
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. The girl next Door
She's easy on the eyes and easier to adore
She's just the girl next door
Onlookers admire with envy as she seems furthest from dull or a bore
She's just the girl next door
Her voice so soothing like that of an angels that does soar
She's just the girl next door
Before you know it you're shouting for an encore
She's just the girl next door
Curiosity arises as to what her heart sings as she gracefully sways and dances to silence furthermore
She's just the girl next door
She makes it look breezy to overcome life's negative vibrations as she picks herself up off the floor
She's just the girl next door
As balloons with notes attached ascend to heaven for her your heart is secretly tore
She's just the girl next door
Can hear her say upon cooking the most important ingredient is love to pour
She's just the girl next door
She makes everyday look like a fascinating adventure to explore
She's just the girl next door
I'm new to the area maybe she'll give me a tour
I've got to get to know the girl next door
What ever happened to the little girl next door?
I now see she isn't a little girl anymore.
This woman is good enough to make a lion roar.
She has all of her curves in the right places.
She is more valuable than a poker hand with four aces.
What an attractive beauty that looks so fine!
I wonder what it will take to make her mine?
Inspired by another member's poem
February 10, 2014
and there she will be,
always the girl next door.
the one who you look forward to be with,
she's always grabbing your attention.
she's always smiling,
you're always thinking of her.
different from the rest,
she's always there for you.
above and past all normal beauty,
irresistable and charming.
pretty and innocence,
giving you a relationship you always wanted.
she's someone that listens,
with no hesitating;
for her times seems to fly by,
wild yet timid ann shy,
she opens up with more meaning.
liek a blossoming flower:
oh! anattrction for and with her beauty,
she lights me up,
like the sun on a new morning clear sky.
an angel like none has ever seen,
a miracle with every turn she has taken.
she passes my way
everyday
would like to say
hello
she's alway on the go
i didn't know
she was the
GIRL NEXT DOOR
I once lived next door to a girl whom I seldom saw
Even at ten years old, of her I was in awe
She played a lot by herself in the attic of her house
Befriending animals of every kind, I think she had a mouse
I watched her go to dancing class, her raven hair in bows
My face pressed against the glass, smudges left by my nose
I couldn’t get her to notice me; I guess we both were shy
And I couldn’t muster up the courage, please don’t ask me why
She always carried around a book; I think it was full of poems
My eyes spied her going into the woods, where often she would roam
I could sometimes hear on summer nights, music from her room
I dreamed about her as my bride and about me as her groom
Years went by and we moved away never having really met
Thirty years since that time, but her angelic face I’ll never forget
“Connie” is what they called her, but I think “Constance” she did prefer
Funny how every now and then, I still stop and think of her
I peek out the window looking for a glimpse
while hiding as I don’t want to be seen
And I fantasize about the girl next door
and I wonder what my actions mean
I sit and dream watching others come and go
all the while sitting in my chair
Though I once had the courage to go speak to her
I’m now afraid and it’s not fair
I have a drink and light a smoke
and watch this girl next door
and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi
and the answer makes me hide some more
I chastise myself for being weak
as I sit and write out my feelings in prose
When in my mind I’m walking over to her
and introducing myself with a rose
But that’s not what I do as I seldom mingle now
and my neighbors think me a terrible bore
And right they may be and though here I still sit
I dream of talking to the girl next door
They're right across the street I can see them playing
I can't escape this place it is here I am staying
My executioner sat me next to the window you see
So I could watch my children but they can't see me
The tears are done I'm accepting my fate
There will be no more goodbyes for that it is too late
I've been here so long it's hard to remember
The love I received from my family so tender
But time has passed and they have moved on
They have no idea I'm not really gone
I watch them come and go every day
At least I'm still alive to see them that way
Only a few days 'til the deed will be done
The lie becomes truth and my captor has won
Why he has done this I haven't a clue
Trapped in his attic for a year maybe two
Time has no meaning when you're going to die
I have only one question and that question is why
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