Poetry

Dear Love The Poem.. Dear Love Dear Love, also known as spindly, pernickety oaf-hands-and-face; You are largely and on the whole fantastic. Your ribcage is, on occasion, concave and semi-detached with bird nesting in it caress. L too am the roof. Your limbs are too long for skin to hide. Decidedly withering. I struggle to exceed you. If your teeth were to snap off and snap the entire realm I am sure you will remain stuck in the lining of my pillowcase as L think you up in my solemn bed You are structurally sound in the presence of imminent collapse...!!!

When I Look At You My Love a Romentic Poem.. I look at you and see something everything taht i can't put into words, you're evevrthing good in life bundled into a single human being almost bursting at the seams, a creature, in need of love , and i am willing to go to the ends of the earth just to give that to you...!!!

Would You Love Me ? The Poem Would You? Would you protect me? Fight for me? Be with me? Would you be there when I cry? Would you be there to help me try? Would you make me laugh? Would you make our love last ? Would you open up to me? Vent to me? Never pretend with me? Would you let me help you? Would you tell me what you desire to do? Would you look to me for comfort? Would you let me show you what you are worth? Would you play with me?

Best Poems Collection   About Life .. The Tree of Life Coiled spring, analogous tension & pressure, prehistoric neighborhood, cauldron of nuclear power: we were drinking gin & tonics from the planet’s jaw when the news came. Roses are red, violets are blue jeans; cupcakes are cop-food, death is a dinosaur (extinct, et cetera) whispering the future is an old friend shouting “don’t be afraid.” Dear degeneracy, dearer street map of Texas, dearest thrust-to-rocket ratio from which God puts cock to abyss: Modernity, my fucker, is the natural language of structure; our goodwill gets complicated when we break Hell in unsimple shapes. Fourth of July, fifth of July, sixth of stellar lighthouses surrounding space, seventh: one is always coming upon some American city whispering I am some American city & I am the desire to be within it when the sun fries. We dance under the asterisks, dip our toes in the ink. The odds the stars wi...

Love Songs Make Great Memories The Poem .. Love Songs Make Great Memories It happened in an instant All it took was half a verse The quiet strain of music Caught within my ear, Sending me into gasps Time traveling to when You and I listened smiling Swooning over each other, And the song that spoke Our euphoric love story And my memory played Like an old record player, Scratchy and worn Over the words and promises Your gentle inflection And lovely catchphrases,

Southern Gothic The Poem .. Southern Gothic When the rain comes, the only voice to call me in is my own. I know I’m alone now. My feet churn red mud, I slog through the clay earth-slog through my southern blood, groping for traction. I think God made my crooked face from this clay. The pines’ branches bow but each wooded intersection maps a cross. The jagged architecture of magnolia leaves slice water as it falls, framed silhouettes are locked in spider moss. The silhouette of his smile, the taste of him still on the tip of my tongue-a word, his name briefly forgotten. At the creek the cicadas had split the air with their song after waiting seventeen years to open themselves.

Best Poems Collection About Love And Life  with cute and beautiful images. Embrace of a Lover The Poem. Embrace of a lover , shaking hands, withdrawn heart, you resemble a ghost  caught unaware between two worlds.  But, as my fingers caress your skin,  the hairs on the back of your neck shiver to attention, awaiting instruction. I wore the perfume of expendability. Many a man deserted me and the reflection in the mirror mocked me with its distorted inveracities. To escape myself, I contrived you out of darkness, like a moonlit night, like smoldering ash. Yet, the minute of illumination approaches, and I need you. Embrace of skin, of snow, of a frigid and fading apparition. Ah, the cadence of the heartbeat!  Ah, the eyes of pity! Ah, the shudder of the groin! Ah, your sighs, remorseful and resigned! Embrace of my lover, I will remember you always. My desire, my nostalgic memory, my endless corridor! Dust-trimmed sitting room where th...