Short Fits Like A Glove Poems
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It's snug and fits like a glove
I wear it whenever I feel
Like having a friend by side
Unconditionally to laugh like a seal
An huge heart I'm open and real.
A replacement for physical love
Is a more emotional love that rises above
Lasts a lifetime
World's in rhyme
A love that fits like a perverbial glove
Being with you
In your grace
These feelings of love
Can’t be replaced
You’re gentle and trusting
I admire your ways
Believe me love
Your heart and mine
It fits like a glove.
Form:
Whatta delightful friend I have in thee
Get all giggly, try so hard not to pee
Just bought this new dress
Through mail order direct
Fits like a glove you can touch me for free!
Whatta delightful, friend, I have in thee
Get all giggly, try so hard not to pee
Just bought this new dress
Through mail order direct
Fits like a glove you can touch me for free!
Speak, write and pray
I simply could not write,
I knew how to set it right.
My writing is a gift from above,
With prayer, my pen fits like a glove.
For it go my way,
I must stop and pray.
I simply could not write, I knew how to set it right.
My writing is a gift from above, With prayer, my pen fits like a glove.
For it go my way, I must stop and pray.
And what do you know, It started to flow.
An emotional melding of hearts and souls
sharing experiences and goals.
This blessing from up above,
is at the core of
what we call
love;
sought by all,
it fits like a glove.
Nothing compares to Truelove;
fueling dreams, destiny controls,
an emotional melding of hearts and souls.
My faithful old shoe
More precious than new
It fits like a glove
It feels like true love
Much like me and you
Its shine will fade
I will not trade
My comfy shoe
Vows to renew:
Tender care
Mend all tear
Hold more dear
Old shoe
I love
YOU
December 10, 2019
I do believe in true love
That can fit like a glove
It can come from above
And fly high like a dove
And if you find that true love
That fits like a glove
Had it came from above
And flew high like a dove
Make sure to never let go
And just go with the flow
Cause you may never know
That love can make you grow
Form:
Her Book On Love Is Closed
i read a book on love
page after page I cried
everyone else fits like a glove
all i can say is that i tried
connie pachecho
2/10/17
If a mirror could talk the stories it would tell,
The lingering images that tend to dwell.
If a mirror could see the horrors in mind,
The longing eyes since resigned.
If a mirror could feel be it hate or love,
the feeling of disgust that fits like a glove.
If a mirror could tell the stories it hides,
in everyone's mirror a secret subsides.
A passion for life,
Or passion for love.
A fashion for both,
Fits like a glove.
A passion for truth,
Or passion for dare.
A fashion for none,
Is cloaked in despair.
A passion for duty,
Or passion for honor.
A fashion for Liberty,
Worn bravely upon her.
A passion for right,
Or passion for wrong.
The fashion for choice,
Will suit your own song.
God’s sage plan enthuses us with things we love
Help generously comes from above
An open heart is not coy
Stillness is the ploy
Which leads to
Joy
Comes to you
Every girl and boy
Revers the things they enjoy
Miraculously fits like a glove,
God’s sage plan enthuses us with things we love
Written 11-10-2018 Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Andaree Poem
I just wanna make love
I don't want to impress
I want to feel the feeling
That sets me off best.
I just wanna make love
Can't you tell?
Natural human desires
That exists so well.
I want to feel the feeling
Of being high above
The warmness that you possess
I just wanna make love.
Check this out
It fits like a glove
What's that you say?
I just wanna make love.
Violence deceives
in the absence of love
masking a template
that fits like a glove
Destruction and madness
call from within
where lies have embedded
in footnotes to sin
Violence festers
in spirit deformed
to strike ever constant
those feelings unborn
Its petroglyph’s holler
from caves deep inside
marking the secrets
—we most try to hide
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
To the four corners of the earth
I will never give up my search
For my one and only true love
An attraction that fits like a glove
Until I find that admiration
My search is an exploration
Till my queen is in my arms
Electrified from my charms
Happiness is a thousand to one
As soon as my search is done
Happily ever after it goes
Like a newly blossomed rose
~Leonard Napierskie
To love
To be loved
To know and see love
From within and from above
From the grass below and the skies above
From the winds, the rains and the clouds above
Honesty fits like a glove
Honesty is our inner wisdom of a glove
Honesty is the Earth's protection like a glove
To love, from above, like a glove
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Earth Life Purpose Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
I woke up to the song
"Sexual Healing."
I thought to myself
I like that feeling
No need for a doctor
Just some sweet love
Here is an idea
That fits like a glove
I started partaking
All day and all night
If I do something
I want to do it right
Now I'm exhausted
My back has gone out
The words of the song
Are causing me doubt
Maybe it's possible
I got carried away
I should have stayed
With that apple a day
The first time I saw your smile
The time I smiled back
The moments we talked for that first time
I remember how we laughed I remember
That first kiss that swept my lips
The look in your eye fired fire
An embrace that shook my being
A feeling of want was what I was seeing
The first hours passed the moments were grasped
Stars danced above the night was dark
But still your kiss fits like a glove
Your embrace is like holy grace
Someone told me today that I have an absent soul
That my intentions were good but that my heart was cold
They basically told me I would never find love
Or that certain someone who fits like a glove
The problem is that I know what they mean
I have a heart I just don’t let it be seen
I cant give it away with the drop of a hat
For fear it’d brake, and I couldn’t face that
So for now it’ll stay wrapped in cotton wool
And I’ll continue to play the absent soul’d fool