Short In Bed With Poems
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A lazy Sunday morning
in bed with my sweet Jane.
Who wouldn't want the sun to shine
when you think it looks like rain.
As dark turned to dawn, in bed with my love I lay,
wishing for time to stop. . . so in his arms I might stay.
Holly thought that it would not hurt
If she snuggled in bed with Burt
She hoisted the sheet
But Burt was so fleet
All she found was a little squirt
Pheromones do not give a bleep
Whom you love, nor where you might sleep
So it blows your mind
Each morning you find
You woke up in bed with a creep!
You complained, “Don’t come over today -
My throat’s sore, I’m tired, and achy.”
So why are you nude,
In bed with some dude?
If you’re going to lie, pull down the shades!
Someone caught a spoon in bed with a fork,
I assume that's why we now have the spork.
Let's hope they don't catch them with a knife,
Could you imagine a knoon or a fife?
The chill of winter
arrives here in December.
Don’t want to go out.
Let me stay here where it’s warm
snuggled up in bed with you.
November 5, 2013
A shy, young spinster, named Sue,
felt sad, cause her lovers were few!
So, she walked out the door,
wearing a fig-leaf - no more!
Now, she's in bed ... with the flu!
Waterfalls and beach balls
breakfast in bed with bear claws
Nothin I like better than a vacation
Paper work and people wastin my time
Ain't nothin I hate more than waitin in line
For that next vacation
The way you caught me,
In bed with somebody,
We were locked in a
Embrace past romance
Clothes strewn all over
I think that I
Forgot to care
Or even talk,
So I just lied
Giving lies,
For the truth,
I deceived
Our love..
Broken
Hurt
Fed Up With Trump
Up with Trump we are finally fed;
Up wide creek is where it all led;
Brain depleted;
Have deleted;
Trump is nocturnal and wet in bed.
Can't imagine a chick in bed with
him and getting wet all over. Here
we have to go all over again.
Jim Horn
I sit here lonely with my thoughts,
wishing I was dead not alive;
As I lay in bed with a broken heart,
watching the rivers flow from my eyes.
For the woman I loved so very much,
with every part of me;
Has found some body else to love,
and decided to set me free.
Form:
My friend’s lying in bed with six strings attached
Yearning for a bond with my calloused fingers,
Gazing at my hands so dull and detached,
Glued to the ceiling while his butt lingers.
Days passed by and his fretted bridge was snatched,
Snatched by some hands of some sick soulless singer.
Here lying in bed with you tonight,
once again, silent tears
roll down my cheeks.
I try to take a breath
and a single shudder escapes.
You hear.
Your frustration with me is evident
and you sigh.
That is how I know,
that in this moment,
I am alone in my pain.
Only God knows why I cry.
Form:
Pale daughters
don't stoke the familial fireside
they wait patiently for the darkness
toting their time
They are not the ones
to hang around freckles smiles
instead they tell quaint jokes
Children call them defilment
their painted smiles tell a different story
lying in bed with their spectacles on.
Laying in bed with a pillow
solitary holds a teardrop
under the radio’s thumb;
Turn it up the rhythm’s flowing;
Now I’m ready I’ve got ammo,
that fire song meant for a rooftop;
Never again will I feel numb,
no matter how things are going;
I’ll bet on that Summer anthem
to take away reality’s sting.
A FELLOW FROM RYDE
An innocent fellow from Ryde
Had trouble in bed with his bride
For no-one had said
And he hadn’t read
All about the physical side
They purchased a book the next day
With pictures explaining the way
They found it so nice
They did the deed twice
She had twins the following May
Meeni slept in bed with a big brown cockroach
“It’s an adulatory, ", I went to broach
She growled like panther
"I love Mr. Gunther”
"Dad,go and bum around Miss Apricot Poach”
She sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The death is sudden, expected and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Form:
FRIDAY
I fell asleep kissing her lips
She fell asleep on my arms
while kissing
We fell asleep on each other's lips
How deep is that?
DROWN
Her love is a rare truth
In her words I believe in
she’s my love and my muse
as lovebirds we’re perfectly
caged in.
TILL DAWN
Through hell with it
Through heaven too
In bed with me
In this bed with you
Our love is true.
Awaken by the birds
the sounds of the day about to begin
lying in bed with your arms around
as if you are shielding me from the world
trying to protect me
from past hurts and disappointments
I am ready to face the world
your love gave me the wings
the emotional strength to face my demons
and the peace to know that if I falter
you are only a call away…
I CAN ONLY LIE TO PROTECT MY SELF.
I CAN ONLY LIE TO PROTECT MY WEALTH.
I CAN ONLY LIE WHEN I CHEAT ON A MAN
I CAN ONLY LIE WHEN I STOLE AND RAN.
I CAN ONLY LIE ABOUT SANTA AND THE EASTER BUNNY
I CAN ONLY LIE WHEN I WANT TO BE FUNNY.
I CAN ONLY LYE IN BED WITH YOU
I CAN ONLY LYE WITH MY BEST FRIEND SHE IS MY BOO.
HOW CAN I LIE TO MY HUSBAND AND TELL HIM I'M IN LOVE WITH HER NOT YOU!
Form:
roses are red
violets are blue
only if you knew how in love i am with you,
maybe youd love me back,
maybe love is something you lack
youll lay in bed tonight with a face lit bright,
ill lay in bed with a new thin line on my arm, in red
trust me, you not knowing me is not why i do this
cutting is just my new found bliss.
if people knew, they'd call me crazy,
if people knew, they might care
Form:
Church people in their finest threads,
rushing off to offer Jesus to their heart and heads.
Me, lying in bed with a bleach-stained purple T-shirt.
Quite naked otherwise.
Sunlight eating through the drapes.
Mind somewhat intact.
Poor thoughts flooding into this whisky head.
Sorry Jesus...no disrespect
This day is made for procrastination and laziness.
I'll catch up to you next Sunday.
There are nights where all I think of is you
it's like a bomb in my heart waiting to go off
The memories come running through my head
like a beautiful movie with an ugly ending
playing nonstop
I start missing you insanely
driving me into a high no stoner could ever achieve
It's dreadful to know that here I lay in bed with all this misery
while for sure ,you're in yours sleeping like a baby