I just want to be close to you.
I miss your touch and your kiss.
I miss our fun times together.
I miss our quiet talks..
I simply miss you.
I miss you too
I miss your naughty laughter
I miss your voice
I miss your touch
I miss your emergency rice and beans
I miss your kiss
I just miss you
For me, am yours
My naughty laughter is God's gift
My voice is nature
My touch is yours to have in the future till the end,
When my emergency rice and beans would be jocund with you preparing,
Then hold you and with plenty pleasant kisses savor.
I just feel it now and know i love loving you
You make me smile from my heart
You make me look forward to tomorrow
Your thought brings my life back in balance
You renewed hope in me after i gave up
Thanks for letting me dare to love again
I remains yours in truth
Adaeze
Love is in the air between us
love is our reality
Show me the world and i would choose love
It can't get better than you and I
Keeping truth and love first.
I remain yours, sincerely
Emeka
By: Felix Emeka George
Copyright: 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
There’s just something about rage,
Furious and focused,
Real yet fleeting,
Gaze into an eye of anger,
So separate from the other,
Driven back,
Cold yet unsure,
Direction given,
Stern and overcast with doubt,
Wanting to be heard,
Not out of need,
Out of desire,
Pure power lust,
Looking back now it’s noticed,
Stuttering vocal inflections,
Demands scribbled in the air,
And a look of distaste,
Knowing it’s not at all true,
Saying it anyway.
There’s just something about defiance,
Rushing in eardrums,
Allowing such stoic sight,
Causing more than trouble,
Fueling the slip of mouth,
We all know why this happened,
Why this course runs bare,
For the pleasure of another,
Or selfish gains,
Mostly gains,
Monotony broken,
And getting a kick out of it,
Forgetting just the purpose,
Recalling most the feeling,
Asking a fairness,
In an unfair manner,
Perhaps it’s hatred,
Or anything more than displeasure,
Yours to take.
A Poem by David A. Cain (Entered in Contest)
Straight from the heart, no fancy words
Don't know any anyway
Simply simple that's how I write poetry
Can't write it any other way
I deeply admire those poets among us
Using creative and flowing verse
Talents that far exceed my humble efforts
With me, humour comes first
Oh I sometimes write about love and stuff
It pales beside others I read
Just to write down those flowery sweet lines
But the sillies seem to intercede
Oh well I've come to accept who I am
What ya see is what ya get
Simply simple that's how I write poetry
A sweet and cozy tete-a-tete!
© Jack Ellison 2013
I am addicted to online tete-a-tete
Somebody unhook me from this mi-se-ry
Day and night knows no bound
There is only the messenger's sound
Every time I make a grit to be free
The computer peeps to a great degree
Then like a hungry tiger pouncing on his meat
My heart makes my brain to cheat
And the everyday routine of chattering begins
Which commands my fingers to dig in
Hi, Hello, How do you do?
I am fine, thank you, that is all I do
UFF! after a days hard work and spent time
My brain starts to shout that was a crime, crime, crime
Yet there is no will to stop
When will my heart be able to make the drop
Sounds casual and shallow
Distractinglt peripheral;
Reserved,distant and unreciprocal.
We say hello but do not talk
Never revealing what we feel,
Recerved,remote and unreal;
Hearing but never listening.
We say hello but never talk.
Hastily in a hurry
Missed unsaid woryy;
Intimacy stays untried.
We say hello but never talk
Missing meaningful content
And unable to relate;
Fearing to share or participate.
We say hello but do notb talk.
Heart felt feelings are witheld
Thoughts we screte and supress;
Avoinding real acquaintance
we say hello but do not talk
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