Submissions by Lola_Monroe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the afterglow, exhausted, we sit there sipping some wine, as her lips ruby red lock onto mine.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2015 8:11pm
14th Aug 2015 8:11pm
My Angel
My Angel's happy
As she skips along the beach
Without need for clothes her wet body
Shimmers in the evening sun
She bends and reaches
For a glistening pebble
Exposing her perfect peaches
My Angel's sad
I ask her why
She says she's been bad
I draw her close
And hold her for a while
It makes her smile
My Angel's naughty
Misbehaving she won't listen
To me as I chide her
In her tantrum she screams
And shouts
I try to calm her but
She stands there and pouts
My Angel's good
Pleasing me in every way...
As she skips along the beach
Without need for clothes her wet body
Shimmers in the evening sun
She bends and reaches
For a glistening pebble
Exposing her perfect peaches
My Angel's sad
I ask her why
She says she's been bad
I draw her close
And hold her for a while
It makes her smile
My Angel's naughty
Misbehaving she won't listen
To me as I chide her
In her tantrum she screams
And shouts
I try to calm her but
She stands there and pouts
My Angel's good
Pleasing me in every way...
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5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2015 8:33pm
8th Aug 2015 8:33pm
Dreams of Love
Dark blond hair
Frames an ordinary face.
She touches with a care
That makes my heart race.
Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
Movements swift.
Movements slow.
Her love is a gift.
A treasure, I know.
Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
Fingers so light
Make my skin quiver.
I dream of a night,
Of the love I can give her.
Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
...
Frames an ordinary face.
She touches with a care
That makes my heart race.
Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
Movements swift.
Movements slow.
Her love is a gift.
A treasure, I know.
Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
Fingers so light
Make my skin quiver.
I dream of a night,
Of the love I can give her.
Who is she?
The woman I love.
In every dream I see
Her gentle eyes, above.
...
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3 Comments
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