Short Want Poems
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Some one once told me
"you can be what ever you want to be."
I didn't think that meant being happy.
Dorian day
Earth is
Your crown
The Gods
Are curious
We want to know
Where is this Roman
Spartacus, the Gladiator
Prefer not to judge,
people in a harsh way, for,
i know the feeling
of how i just want to die
so they can remember me
She’s in my heart,
She’s part of my soul,
I think about her,
And I’m afraid I’ll forget her,
I want her to come back.
I’m in love with you
I don’t want to lose you
So if we never start
We’ll never part
And I’ll never be blue
Russell Sivey
MEN AND WOMEN
Some men prefer violence
Some prefer violins
Some women want to be chased
Others want to be chaste
I want to hear from Heaven above,
About my Savior's undying love,
Oh, tell me that story again.
(Copyright 10/30/15)
I’m watching you bleed
Until your insensible
I’ll show no mercy
I want you to be vanish
I spit on you thousand times
MEADOW GIRL
She is my bluebell meadow
Want to gather her up in armfuls
But not to spoil her delicate composition
feather drifting on the sea
going to where
I want to be
feather drifting on the sea
going to where?
I want to be
i can quiff
you can
queef
but we
both
can
quaff and
so toast
i to you
and you to
anyone
you
want
to
Form:
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.
Never allow others to make life less than what you want yours to be!
Written October 5, 2022
Wood fences are better neighbors they keep the outside world out when metal fences let you see what you don't want to see
I wonder what the bees' problem with the apple, when the apple don't even mind them. Maybe they just want to have a bite.
When a narcissists riding of
The tunnel of love is planned
He’ll want to sit alone in a car
So he can hold his own hand
Form:
Baroque
Want to paint
masterfully
like old Rembrandt who died
Baroque
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Lord,
I want to fill
This world
With your love
Let me see
The purple
Mountain Majesty
Then
Give me wings of my own
Cautiously they peer
Into hopeful eyes so near
Anticipating
Wondering what she might want
Hoping that he wants it, too
You don't know
what you do to me
I stare
and I hope
that it will be ok
I don't want to be
washed away
by the waves
By the darkness of night
and by the light of the moon
I just want to lay outside
and be nothing
and let you be my star
I’ve been hit by Cupid’s Arrow,
He’s left behind his mark,
For now all I see is your face
And all I want is your heart.
When the music
doesn't sing
When whispered words
want wings
Then affairs of the heart
are just flings
I don't want the effort to be mutual.
I want it to be a battle...
a war....
a pleasant torture of who can out love who.
It was not the want or the will
She lacked a simple reason
Seeds can bear fruit
But only in their season
Twas not hers