Most Liked Tongue Twister Poems (20)

Freezing rain, wet boots.
No socks, mittens lost, nose froze
Icicles for hair.

It's hard to explain how I felt when you said be can be together now. I just wanted to say i loved you but you went away so easily. Anyways, thank you because the way you treated me made me stronger then before. I hope you would find someone smarter and better than me.

I am a country girl who like to see country singers all around the world, I like men who are so funny. They make money. And come to you. And they pay your date
I know its not too late to date a country girl. You always have my heart I want to find love from the start. I wont cheat or fall Fall apart. because your in my heart.
by cincinnatireds.

Making love is more than sex.
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
to undress the soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It's a divine act.
of infinite joy
and make of the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where the desire flows like water from a hot bath
and words sound like poems
which the lips describe
and hands print
by anatomy
sliding like foams
exuding sexy odors
that numb the senses
intoning sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lascivious tremor
of total joy

if 90bc people think you are roung then you are proplom are are roung .but that dose not mean there are right .c0mming from someione that could not even wrire his nane .had thather that would drink and play with them selfs sorry but what chace thid I have .but still I am a good man ...ps life long a prosper...spelling bad sorry

Forever in debt, to a faceless regret
The wind brings sin to numerous men
The storm is wretching, the branches are breaking
New faces, distant places, desolate spaces
Seeing wicked smiles for thousands of miles
An empty heart was broken in the dark
And whether the weather be better than never
It always rains, there's always pain
Deepest desires are consumed by fires
And tears leave fears that remain for years
Though the winds change, everything remains the same
In the darkest hours, there blooms the blackest flowers
There are paths that lead to a better need
Where there is chance, for love, song, and dance
Plenty are the many thoughts filled with pity
Of a world that's sad, of things never had
Children killing, never a thought of living
Evil reigns in the rain as the tears stain
Rememberance of love from legions of angels above
But then dreams were raped, lost hope and faith
The storm rises again, causing confusion within
All I have is prayer, needing you to be there

These words we have learnt the tools of are trade
We make up poems with lots of words, and are point of view.
Poems we tell, stories, creative writing is are point of view
Creative writing we do best, words we brings out from are heads.

Thinking of are next words that will rhyme like magic we make are Poems and words ryhme
A ? mark a dot a dash then theres are magical full stop without These tools are poems would not make sence

Creative writting is what we do best best.

Anyone who read my past posts on what it was like for me growing up....this is a something i wrote earlier this year...i've got heaps of stuff...but this one...is a great one to start off with...!!!this is how far i've come...!!!


I can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty...
I can be alone with myself...
I can see failure...

I can dissapoint another to be true to myself...
I can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray myself...

I can get up,
I can dance, after a night of being heartbroken, exhausted and crying all night....

I CAN!

Verse I

All the choices we've made,
Are what brought us to here.
Each step that we've taken.
Brought us closer my dear.


Chorus

Oh, our loving hearts swell,
Til they're almost bursting.
But emptiness dwells,
Where we lose our touch.
Now we've come from our shells,
Into one another.
We empty ourselves,
Fill each other.up.


Verse II

Never knew just how far,
Deep inside us we'd fall.
This is the beginning.
There is no end at all.


Verse III

Ev'ry fork in the road,
Ev'ry bridge that we've crossed,
Have led to this moment.
Nevermore to be lost.

He is hot, as he's tropic. His emotions swirls, like sea breeze. He's versed in many many topics, every given opportunity, he will seize. He's rated: the best amongst lovers. His mates do enjoy full ecstasy; Her whole body she re-discovers; "His lips" fulfills, all "her" fantasy. That's the nature of Mr. caribbean man. He explores a woman passionate-ly. He seldom stays with one woman. He is instinctive, acting randomly. He is a man of rhythm. Party is in the man's soul. There is non to curtail him. "He is out of this world"! He's for those that want more; Those with "pleasure" on their mind. Such are told: "welcome ashore." "let's give ourselves", a caribbean time!