Short Infatuations Poems
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Sick minds grow rapidly,
Yet they’re treated with equality.
Spread through our population,
The cancer of our generation.
Sex crimes, rape, and molestation,
Evolve from disgusting infatuations.
Form:
DEVOTION AND INFATUATION
My God, my God Lord
I am infatuated,
Infatuations,
my loyal enthusiasms,
love acknowledge devotion
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Better than the best by Adejola Joseph
Better than the best.
Lyrically incomposable
Infatuations of idealist
Permutations of scientist
Schools of thoughts of the psychologist
Variant opinions of mathematicians
Part of speech of grammarians
Miracles of the clergies
I am better than the best
Better than the best.
The petals’
Soft streaming
Aloft dreaming
Colors painted in mind
Lovers intertwined
Their taintless imaginations
Drainless infatuations
Obsessions with my feet
Reflections deep
Coves upon which
They meditate
Groves whereat
They levitate
Like sparkles, pink
Heartful sync with love
Ahhh!!!
*Foot Bath Chronicles*
i want to be
the female entity
that you are
so madly infatuated with
i call you
mad pagan boy
i watch you fill up
with love
and magic
and extra levels of cosmos
not only do i burst with excitement
but i too am flooded
by deep dark seas of anxiousness
i burst
i tried to explain myself
more than once
misery eats me
knowing i cannot make you smile
and feel as she smiles and feels
Sometimes we should subtract ourselves, leave unsolving equations.
Overwhelming possibilities, numerical infatuations.
Infinite answers, solutions your overanalyzing.
Try different techniques, ideas can be tantalyzing.
Add some patience, multiplying consecutively.
Make sure you divide energy, distribute it equally.
Not a mathematician, or a numerologist.
Someone attempting solving problems that persist.
A word ain’t worth a hill of beans.
Grafitti for computer screens,
a word can’t tell you what it means
(the thing it’s in existence for).
Each age forms self-defining views,
infatuations and taboos,
its West Points and its Waterloos,
but balks at what the butler saw.
The less that’s said, the sooner mended.
Nothing’s ever open-ended.
Some people want to be offended,
and so it shall be, ever more.
A word ain’t worth a hill of beans.
Grafitti for computer screens,
a word can’t tell you what it means
(the thing it’s in existence for).
Each age forms self-defining views,
infatuations and taboos,
its West Points and its Waterloos,
but balks at what the butler saw.
The less that’s said, the sooner mended.
Nothing’s ever open-ended.
There’s people want to be offended,
and so it shall be, ever more.
Did I ever love you,
or was it a figment
of my imagination,
'tween the light of
dark persuasions
thinking sentiments
would blossom, yet
fig trees froze whilst
lemon trees & magnolias
withered 'neath the rein
of your infatuations when
unkempt tables were turned,
back midst a chilly November
whence Spring never transpired
"Was I ever someone
Who could love you forever"
Inspired by Leonard Cohen's Did I Ever Love You
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSuCWq0ruuk