Hit me with some Poetry ( Archived) (208)

It's Friday night and all is well
she reads the forums for a spell
wearing something in pastel
she dreams of a man to ring her bell

She's lonely in her cold abode
the seat is down on her commode
a silent night she's been bestowed
she will not need to kiss a toad

To hold one near she yearns
in spite of the danger of germs
the thought is so steamy it burns
she wiggles and squiggles and squirms

So screw it?
I knew it!
there's nothing more to it
she just have to run off to bed

The cute little filly
who always acts silly
when everything's been done and said

When everything's been done and said
still here and only one
stretched out, and yawning morning in bed

Filly, you jest!
mare of night
'nother days test

Saturday came and sun is out
bagging, packing, waiting
And, soon to be to be new about

Today is just it, and all
looking down on all to be done
yet, know is will end, even the small

Details spin 'round
stop them just now, halt
and, just listen to sound

We will be where we end up
at the stop of it all
Hope to never give up...

Nene

the tree that never had to fight
for sun and sky and air and light
that stood out in the open plane and always got its share of rain
never became a forest king
but lived and died a shrubby thing
good timber does not grow in ease
the stronger wind the tougher trees.

yea. that's an orininal piece of work, just like me.

Now I lay me down to rest, and lord you know I try my best, to be a lady with more than just class, to dress the part too and not show my... well, you know.
See, all I want is one good man, to kiss my cheek and hold my hand, who dresses neat and doesn't lie, who won't break my heart or make me cry.

Who's handsome and witty and knows what I'm worth,
who will put me second cause he knows GOD should come first. I know I should never settle for less, expect the worst and pray for the best, so because of these facts I continue to long, for a man whose body and mind are equally strong.

No creeping no cheating, or playing childish games. Someone who will hold me down, knowing I will do the same. My baby, my only, my very best friend. Nothing fake, nothing phony, make-believe or pretend. No, not just the man of which one only dreams. I want a man who's as good as he seems.

I grow impatient, but Lord I will wait. For you've blessed me plenty, you've blessed me great. I know that someday my love that is true, will one day be mine, but only when given by you.So if I die before I wake, thank you Lord for sparing my heart some ache.
I love you. Goodnight. AMEN.

Hit me with some poetry
express what's on your mind
let your apprehensive reservations
linguistically unwind

No poetry is perfect
it's all artistic liberation
for the purpose of relieving
impassioned constipation

So write your thoughts
and let them chime
let your emotions fill these pages

Share your feelings
your dreams sublime
release them from their cages

Let me read your passions
let me sense your raw emotion
let me feel your pulsing heartbeat
like the undulation of the ocean

Hit me with your romance
or your agony of lust
share your heart's elation
or the fragments of its dust

There's really no restrictions
on what I'd like to read
so hit me with your poetry
let your pent-up feelings bleed

(by Abracadabra)

This breath in my lungs is for you,
The ache in my bones and the aching of my heart,
for you.
Overwhelmed by the thought of a kiss,
I am now in your presence.
The truth of your love washes my soul
Incomplete without you
Wishing for the source
For the sweet, soft, brightness that comes with your faith
In something that can't be seen,
Only felt.
The morning is a new day that is still yesterday,
Touching on a heightened level
Knowing each beat that flows through you
Wanting the future
Wanting the next
Wanting the warmth
Praying for the strength.
For the wisdom and long-suffering,
For the patience
That a thousand lovers never had
Wanting to fill you,
Waiting to touch you,
Wishing for a miracle that will most certainly come as you.

I feel your love waning and this grieves my heart so.
Tell me what it is you need to help our love grow.
If I am not the one for you; let me down gently please.
To toil with this love no more so I can have some peace.
If you love me truly dear, then let me know for sure.
I’m looking for that endless love, a love that will endure.
What aches me so is that I cannot get you out of my mind.
My heart was pure I loved you dear, they say that love is blind.
Don’t come to me with talk of love then run the other way.
My heart is good, my soul it feels, and games you should not play.

Lene' K

heartfelt and sincere, excelent!!