Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

Winter with snow. The woodsman emerges from the forest. He has a red checkered jacket and blonde hair. He stops and places his leather boot on the top of a stump. He turns and smiles.

She whirled around center stage, pirouetting around the room
Curly ebony hair with heavy make up, silver shadowing around
The brows, reflective of the snowy supermoon
And as she danced, spectactors cry, we are lulled into
The throes of a gothic lullabye, softly sung sorrowfully, resonating
Deep within the heartstrings of the audience, no longer feeling
A little tense, expressing the love of dance as to how she feels
No longer needing commerciality to keep it real,
She's pouring her heart out through the medium of dance
Improving with every step knowing that it might be classed as
A distant trance, floating, gracefully into an elegant twist,
The poem can now be resolved and twirled into this
A moving piece of powerful verse, emotions churn like a blessing
And a curse, the balance is no longer reported adrift
As this poem ends with a silent kiss, a quiet salute to those
That can dream and remind people reading this that
Not everything in reality appears as it seems, that mystery
Can appear to many even in evidential truths

Hard, work roughened hands, interlocked with mine
Pulled into His chest, my Face resting against His heart, arms behind my back with His fingers still wrapped around mine.
My happy place, control and choice removed from me for a while.

My fantasy that I am not sure I will ever find.
He would have to be mentally stronger than me and know me.
Physically, older or around my age.
With the right amount of gentle respect and Dominance, to be able to receive submission without demanding.

He would also have to be real enough to one day touch me physically as well as mentally.

If you don’t own the land
Then the land owns you
You will never suffer again
We will take care of everything
You can always trust the State
We can never lead you astray
We will always defend your rights
From the cradle to the grave
Just as long as you behave
We fight we fight with all our might
Just as long as you believe
We will make everything alright
Don’t worry or be deceived
How do you know beforehand
Things don’t work out as planned

I'll tell you a story I know to be true…
How do I know it?....I’ve lived it, have you?...
‘Poet’ would rhyme here, though it's so abused…
‘Know it,’ it's worse,....context is misused…

Confused yet? Good,.... All excuses refused...
Produce what reduces profuse said abuse...
Deduce what’s produced, now tell me the truth…
Confused again? Better…. I need not your proof…

Most write what is right, it's straight from their hearts…
In part, ‘the reasons,’.......I won't even start…
If not so why would I say what I mention?...
Some write for the process, some write for attention….

Here again knocking all out
Unknown of what's it about

I've been waiting
With so much of thinking

Sighting everywhere
Yet so blind to compare

Poking you, unfeeling the sign And I'm running out of time

Something holdbacks
Past pain that locks

Keys to it is forgiveness
To move on for happiness

What can I do
I just can't let go

Why can't it be
When can I let it flee

Be ready to face the harshness of life. If you succeed, you will be happy, and I will always have hope that you did not give up, so you won

Define strength.

Strong arms, holding soft wrists secure, not to Dominate but to allow you to experience the thought of Dominance.

Calm eye's Watching every emotion chase over your face, the Strength to not use force because He can.

Strength of mind to allow you the respect to yield on your own because force is never needed.

Strength is understanding it is only needed for protection of what is precious.

A photo, just a random photo, nothing but a face, an image of a stranger.

Or so it should be, but, why do you feel like He holds the key to who you are meant to be?

How can you explain the feeling that you know the feel, smell and taste of Him already?

His words wrapped around your body and soul in the most beautiful embrace.

Eye's that you understand have seen so much more than they needed to in this world.

You have had your Reason, your season, could you find your lifetime in This Man?