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- Loving My Body, Loving Me at allpoetry
Made for the Delightful Naughty Night Contest - Dick and Dave at allpoetry
He was christened Richard, but I’ve affectionately nicknamed him Dick, - Delicious Loving at allpoetry
Loving sweetly slowly, softly; - Liquid Entrapment at allpoetry
Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water -- / you have enchanted my heart and desire once more. / The room is thick with steam, shrouding your beauty with / a veil of hot, white mist. Small red cand - Dimming Of The Day at allpoetry
I fell out of bed as the alarm clock sang its shrill song, / and I broke the strap of my favorite bra / when it got caught in my foot as I desperately made / my way into the bathroom to accidentally sit inside the toil - American Hero at allpoetry
He cried on my shoulder while / telling me stories I never wanted to hear, / about the heat and exhaustion, / the pain and fear. / Missiles soaring overhead, / and bullets flying everywhere. / Confusion and chaos - Till at Last at allpoetry
It is of the most terrible of pains; this emptiness / -- Completely hallow, and scathingly devoid. / In the lacking thereof, a sweetened and tender kiss, / The sweep of a strong hand caressing / In the most gentle of - Shells of Humanity at allpoetry
Looming upon the arrival of Death’s withered hand, / the rancid smell of decaying flesh / decomposing into the ground - a shell of humanity; / empty of all that makes it alive: / warmth, love, hate, jealousy - / now - Ode to My Pencil at allpoetry
When words are reeling within my brain, / Fighting against the barriers to escape / To flow, converge into a single, titanic epiphany! / And with lack of binding friendship to purge / Overwhelming emotions: sorrow, ha - In Return at allpoetry
I’d pass by him every day, / laughing, shouting, and talking / riding our bikes home from the park / as children often do. / He would sit quietly on the bench / looking a little lonely, and a lot sad, / stari - Hills of Scotland at allpoetry
Rays of warmth caress the thick green of the highland mountains; / Stout and noble, they thrust from the emerald sea / In crags and turrets and luscious rolling hills. / Wrought with life, of every shape and form, / F - Dreaming of Fire at allpoetry
It doesn’t have to be about love, / I discovered one afternoon. / The man was a stranger, / a no one, in my little world; / until our eyes met in sheer / happenstance that ripened / into something more. / N - Sunrise at allpoetry
... and I walk down a cobblestone street / lined on each side with sweet shops galore. / The venders and peddlers shouting their clever sales pitch / are hardly heard over the ruckus of the thick crowds; / boisterous - The Mistake at allpoetry
The Mistake / A mistake - a misplaced glance / That arched into some uncontrollable need. / Something so primal / -- This need -- / That to resist the pull would prove futile. / It lead us to / Another - Shade at allpoetry
They slip through the dark / like a shadow in the gloom, / invisible but for the utter void / as an aura, it surrounds. / They are silent as the dead / until they find a prey; / they strike with a piercing, / fe - My Life at allpoetry
Pain and suffering fill the lonely heart that knows none of the love / - who find others happy and full of glee. / Learned tentativeness envelops the soul, / allowing none entrance; a barrier of phobic behaviors. / Ta - I'll Not Have at allpoetry
I lie awake well past the clock striking twelve, / well on most nights, / thinking and dreaming of things I’ve not had: / of sensations and words of pure golden love. / Thinking and reaming of things I’ll not have, - Heat Wave at allpoetry
Heat intense, / It slaps against my skin / Leaving angry red burns behind / That pain me for days / on end. / I feel faint / From the exertion of / Walking from room to room, / Sweating and panting; / - Anguished Misery at allpoetry
Disheveled and tired, fearful and tormented / the day so long and unbearably empty sitting all alone / on a straight back chair of torture. He waits for her / surrounded by beeps and whirs and a dark, barren smell - Woman at allpoetry
By gifted powers, properly used / let mountains crumble, the Earth left ruined; / with a fragile hand and a subtle glace, / within a woman’s eyes, a devilish dance. / Political influence has scarcely a time, / to pe - Unhappy Regrets at allpoetry
Stupidity is the reason / my life went insane; / it’s not much of an excuse, / but it’s there all the same. / I lost opportunities, / and memories galore, / so very much potential / I’ll regret forevermore. - Sweet Bittersweet at allpoetry
You’re my blessing, / and my curse. / We argue, swear, scream and rant; / we kiss. / Share a house, a room, a bed, / but not our music, jobs, or politics. / I like green, you prefer blue; / our living room is de - Scream at allpoetry
I screamed, / but you did not hear me. / How could you not? / Face to face - you and I - / my eyes begging yours, / pleading to your heart, / and I screamed , / but you did not see. / Like nails grinding - Lady Cynical at allpoetry
Within the heart of each, a dream resides / that burns brighter with each passing day; / Yearning to escape. / Craving to prosper. / Itching to become, / a reality. / A dream of surpassing allure / for it’s prom - Humility at allpoetry
Ostentatiously he strutted, / trumpets singing, girls swarming at his very presence. / Floating on an air of narcissistic pride, / given that his face had the semblance of an aristocratic god; / his body muscled in ev - Hands at allpoetry
Hands / Little nails fit on the tips of his little fingers / Little lines trace across the short distance of his little palms / Little fingerprints, as individual as my son, / so delicate, they are almost too sma - Without A Face at allpoetry
On a night in my past, when my innocence yet tarnished, / the moon rose to the summit of the midnight sky; / A sliver of silver light illuminates a bedroom of pinkish hue. / As the growing light passed through the hours - A Little Touch of Pink at allpoetry
It’s strew in bright splashes of paint across the walls, / the door, the carpet, and the ceiling as well. / The Barbie doll house, house accessories, the Barbie doll corvette, / not to mention the fifty Barbie dolls tha - Summer Storm at allpoetry
The midnight blue of twilight darkens to black / as thick, rain-heavy clouds roll over the stars. / Air, once blisteringly dry from the heat / has now thickened into suffocating soup. / A wind picks up, sweeping throu - Oh, Mommy! at allpoetry
Sweet Mommy, oh Mommy! / cannot you see / a pretty blue fairy / flying right by that tree? / Sweet Mommy, oh Mommy! / cannot you hear / the sounds of a circus / not too far from here? / Sweet Mommy, - Indelible Memories at allpoetry
Oh heart, thou hear my anguished cry / beneath the canopy of a starlit sky. / My secrets you hear and keep within, / unbreakable walls, encircled by chain, / and locked with but a single key / entrusted to no one, e - Hindsight at allpoetry
We loved as only teenagers can; / emotions swirling and thickening the air. / Those who surrounded us / - our forgotten friends and family - / chocked on our mushy smoochy, / entwining, inseparable lust. / We dre - Echo at allpoetry
My will has faltered, / when its strength was my salvation; / I have turned away, and closed my eyes, / and in the silence, I hear my screams echo. / Falling nearly to death from exhaustion / I let sleep take me int - A Vision at allpoetry
Ah, the classroom boredom, / and my mind drifts away; / the teacher’s buzzing / lost to the beauteous May. / A sole window / allows a view to the West, / where building clouds / capture my interest. / - How it Was at allpoetry
What a nuisance, tagging alongside me / that cootie toting, giggling girly-girl. / She’s always there, keeping two steps behind / with a skip, a dance, and fifty stupid twirls. / My friends tease and taunt; they - Watch in Silence: A Promise of a Willow Tree at allpoetry
I watch in silence / as you whisper to the moon, / your secret wishes, special promises, / obliviously wrapped up in your cocoon. / You see me, but do not notice / as I hear you cry broken tears / of your joys and - Wraith of Shadows at allpoetry
Born in the depth of the wildest fire came a Daemon of dark -- / the Lord of Shadow. To the despair of the world, Cheitan became. / As only the most cruel can be, he was a black sinful beauty, and / on unf
