Kissing Poems - Poems about Kissing

Everything was ready for Christmas Day. New toys were wrapped for the children to play. We had all decorated the Christmas Tree. Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully. The stockings were hung. We had rehearsed carols to be sung. We were all snug in bed. The children wishing it was morning instead. When suddenly Father ran out in the snow. For what, we...

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MARTY KING sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow golden maturity feels so ocean fresh traces of lavender calms the vibe of overbearing reality though time continues to be rebellious and uncaring you provide a blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity everything slows down your beautiful smile on my life feels so good SHENIKA SIMS sometimes i kiss the tip of a...

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"There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, OH! He never misses, to grow eloquent" Author not mentioned at link to Blarney Stone - Blarney Castle I walk the path amid the trees Where footsteps even now are tread, where ancient stones of Blarney please, and lips upon the stone have wed. Enchanting are the turrets...

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He caresses the pen with the grace of the ocean kissing the shore, Velvety words wait to pour into the black ink, When he gives them life, thoughts become forms of overwhelming beauty, Tears are born from the eyes of those who watch them silently and in wonder. A multitude of hearts follows the path of his golden metaphors, Astonished...

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Sitting here in igneous space wrestling with naked thoughts finds me face to face with sad beauty: the navel of time is emblematic that the poetic seed must first fertilize the mind that its womb may birth forth yet another mused child of light to shatter the unique ghost darkness hidden within fibers of fading blank pages, fading blank pages, awaiting poetic revival:- ...

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When it comes to kissing women and babies, politicians display beaming dispositions; but in private they have been known to kiss lower cheeks for lucrative positions. ...

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We have hungerly kissed lovely, lifeless corpses when eating plants and animals, which daily nourish our bodies. But do we pay our proper respects to those dearly departed...

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Kissing butt may have advantage for achieving a higher station. Consider first the wear on knees if it’s your only occupation....

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A beautiful colorful day, every flower greeting hellos. I'm joyfully kissing love, many nights. Only polite quiet recipients, sound true universal valentines. Wanting xylophone youthful zeal. ...

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I'd love to kiss you on the lips A dream come true for me I really want to kiss them I hope it comes to be I think I'd need to practice I'd want to get it right But now I must prepare you That could take all night I know I wouldn't mind though I've wanted for so...

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this daylight is relentless the trees are still out there with their ochre with their unwavering brace on the land, frayed yet how I am steadfast, not and more I am kissing the wind ...

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‘far from the madding crowds’ and cars this green and pleasant land of ours conceals behind its dry stone walls secrets, streams and waterfalls where stepping stones that gather moss shine forth and tempt us both across to distant fields of eighties’ skies now clouded through autumnal eyes where sheep still bleat as we both pass along old paths of weathered grass rekindling thoughts as...

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An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pressures with nefarious intent. A giant squid is snatched, bursting ink and limbs. The Kraken appears, crepuscular eyes nocturne, its beak slurping up...

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Spring is the best time of the year for this old crabapple tree. Winters are too lonely and summers too hot. Autumn is nice but people prefer the lake or forest trails. But spring always brings visitors and when they come, I always share the sweet smell of my new blossoms. I play them a...

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The one thing about relationships With all of their trials and their quips It's so easily found That the more you're around It's just too hard to keep puckered lips ...

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