Kiss Me Poems - Poems about Kiss Me

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“That first kiss, the moment when time stands still.” – Unknown We met at the park while walking my dog It was warm and the air was full of smog I was choking, and tried to catch my breath A man came with water, said he is Seth His eyes were sparkling blue and locked with mine He invited me to...

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tree leaves hued in virtuoso readiness mouthing shade the art of kissing limbo well knowing they fall ...

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Take me out back, I'll face the other way, Lay me on the floor, Help me gain my balance, So you can hurt me more. Treat me like a dog, kick me till I bleed, Watch me come back to you, And lay at your feet. Call it love, call it loyalty, call it anything but what it really is— a craving to be needed even in the breaking. I...

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Your kiss still lingers on my lips, A fleeting memory that time won't rip. Your smile, a radiant beam of light, Echoes in my mind, a bittersweet sight. Your laughter, contagious and free, Haunts me now, a melancholy melody. In whispers of the night, I hear your voice, A gentle breeze that makes my heart rejoice. The stars align, a celestial map, Guiding me...

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I want my lips to speak for me This kiss, a taste of what's to be A prelude of a lover's play To tell you more than words can say I want to melt your soul with this To make you weak, in throes of bliss I want your world to fall away To feel you tremble in the sway I want...

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Don't French-Kiss your Girl You'll be in Dutch with her Dad Swift Turkish Revenge...

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We made a bet I hope to win And if I do I'm cashing in One kiss per poem You promised me If I reached 1,000 Collectively So I made a wish May it come true You might not remember But I certainly do 1,000 poems I'm almost there Then 1,000 kisses... Everywhere...

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I waited for you to kiss me So your love could set me free Sadly you were concerned by looks Nightmares aren’t only in books Sure it is true that I am green Inner strength isn’t easily seen So my dear I am still a frog On a lily pad in the fog A Prince trapped for eternity You Princess did not set...

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I am not like an ocean, blue and deep. You needn't peer into my soul to peep. I am shallow like a puddle or pool, So, darling, why don't you kiss this fool?...

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A deceitful person is a awful character Dare I say who to which describes such a charter who is this that shares such traits Spoken as evil and In such a debates Calm the shores When clouds bring rain She said she did it If I am to believe such things the lines are drawn with a perfected mention Stand down Bouis' Stand at attention Who is the ah-soothing figure Said...

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Tthey flowed from my feelings a specail day that specail way to show someone you really love them Our specail Day The beganning from the conclusion the redefining of the uniqueness of two people coming together finding words calulating rehersting doing all without raveling the two who probaly couldn't care if they are caausing or creating a specticail they are not they a righted to a situation where they seek...

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Mere glimpse of her hair is enough, Today this much dare is enough. Hints of tears of love in her eyes, Such fond prize so rare is enough. She eyeing me with fleeting glance, To me such honour is enough. The dream of her beautiful lips, As investment fair it’s enough. Her hand held in hand can well wait, Today’s kiss in air is...

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See my love in the waves of the seas. Hear my love in rustling leaves in the breeze. Feel my love in my soft caressing touch. Share with me a gentle light kiss, not too much. Like the love shown by a cooing dove, Through these fleeting moments, sense my love. ...

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We met where souls go to whisper— in the quiet halls of the Children’s Campus, Melbourne sun kissing the windows, and sorrow folding into silence. I was just a patient, a tangle of thoughts, a shadow of myself. She— she was the light. Holding a broken child like she held the sky— soft hands, steady heart. Compassion wasn’t a word in her— it was a presence. I never spoke...

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