Her Poems - Poems about Her

It started when I saw you Those seductive eyes Those luscious lips That pretty little smile... Those tasty looking hips... I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to taste you... I wanted your body on top of mine... I couldn't resist you... The way you talk... The sexy way you walk... Every time you look at me, We would talk and we'd laugh, I'd blush one second... Bite my...

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She said, "Your love lives on pages" Not in real-time, not in life stages Every kiss was a line you rehearsed Needed your heart, not merely a verse I gave her metaphors for fire She just wanted warmth, not a choir Now it's silence where she once stood I’d take it back if I could I held the pen, not her hand Chose the...

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I lost a child She was climbing trees One blink And my eyes open To writing leftover love poems Stolen from years I can't remember And no one cares to read Their true masterpiece Lost in the trees A young girl used to play in...

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It sure was fun to write these Each and every day Nine hundred posts here not for you That's quite a few I'd say "Then who", you'd ask, "was meant to be The subject of all these? Andres, were they really for Some lady overseas?" And I would say to you, "My dear, For her they were indeed! Now tell me, do you like...

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Just a girl and her dragon, nothing more to see With auburn hair, she looked like her aunt Tee Sitting among the mushrooms looking pretty She was a green-eyed beauty, really witty Her steed was as green as the young girl’s eyes They were best friends forever, no big surprise. You cannot get near her, as you may surmise For her dragon...

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She was a child born of silence. Neglect is formless once uttered. The tight thin lips, the cold glare of a distant mother's stare. Father always disappearing behind closed doors - and so, she wrote, wrote in the diffused nature of the silently hurt. She made no noise, her pen scratching the air in a sound-proof room she had built from cemented memories. Fame found her, her works were published at...

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It happens every time I see you Walking through the door Butterflies to goosebumps My heart and I want more More time with you just talking Freeze, ye hands of time! More time with you while walking For thinking up new rhymes More time to look into your eyes You're beautiful you know More time to spend my time with you I don't want...

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Sparkling behind your smeyes Unmined orange diamond lies Burning in opulent grace Ashes left; in them hearts I trace Is that a glint in your eyes? You do know they're absolute fire? I'm an insect, drawn to my funeral pyre. There's much joy in being burned by their love. They are only eloquence; wordless yet articulate Raking the colors to set a blaze of...

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Her Brazilian Ass She stood gazing out the window, bored and horny. It was Saturday night, and no date as usual. But she knew that was no one's fault but her own. Since the breakup with her longtime boyfriend, she had not wanted to get into the dating game. It had been years since she had dated...

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How shall it be? A music that nature sings, to create our special moments. Raindrops that brings us under a umbrella on a rainy street, Thunder that falls to synchronise our heartbeats, Blowing air that flows along your silky hair, Or the falling rays adoring you as a sunshine girl, And a thread that connects us in every universe, To every of...

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go read your Dear L poem and change L to M...

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HELD UNTO HER I held her, I held her in my vision; My soul surely stared; I held her, in my heart beats rhythm wells; I touch her mind her thoughts I play; Over and over and over did my spirit pray? Squeezing so tight everything a burl As I held on to her ; 5/12/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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“Memories come forth to say... we are with you to stay.” ...

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Lynne is a cute girl with a calico skirt Hanging clothes on the line, to wash off the dirt She is observed by a young lad visiting called Bert What is her name? He asked his loving Aunt Gert Aunt Gert went to the window and looked to see That girl by the clothesline? She belongs to Dolly Lee But what...

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Sleep now precious, sleep and rest I'll open up my treasure chest And find a little gem for you Shimmering words that say, I do I do so love you, this morceau I do so write for you to know I do so want to tell you this I do so long to feel your kiss ...

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