true love!!!

One entry per poet. Can be any type of poem..

Have fun while writing your entries. May the best poet win <3

Guess I will go first...

My First
On a warm day in June you became my first love.
The love of a man who shared with me moments
Endearing and special
    You bestowed upon me my first kiss…
    You gave me my first embrace…
    You showed me my hands,
Helped me explore my feet and all the places they could go
   You encouraged me to discover me.
   You were the first man in my life.
My steady presence…
   Silent and of few words!
Eyes which I knew, and a heart I learned
    My first love…
     As I look back and
Relive, rethink, and rehash…
Those quiet moments,
     And the loud ones!!
The funny times,
    And those that can bring tears to my eyes
Of all the lessons in life..
Learning to love and let go
Is the hardest of them all!
    But the sweet reward of
True, accepting, open love…
Is when it comes back to you..
To stay forever.
And forever is where you are now…
Forever a presence,
Forever a memory,
Forever my first love,
    My Dad!

My love is true....I know,
Bcoz its a totally different one,
where no promises....no swares,
but still only Heart runs.

My love is true....I know,
Bcoz its a totally different one,
Where no dates.....no mates,
but still all pleasure keeps fate.

My love is true....I know,
Bcoz its a totally different one,
where He smiles....I smiles,
but still We are apart many miles.

Random acts of unconditional love..


It's all in the hips.
The curves.
My queen's physique.
They speak for themselves. From afar, they scream, "TAKE NOTICE!!"
Sleek and sensual, the smooth ups and downs, the joy ride of hips and thigh.
The symphony springs forth with all that is woman.
She has the perfect hour glass figure, the classic Eve body.
I long for her, I yearn to have her curvy luscious body;
Stripped and bare, and pressed firm against my soul and body.
My hands make their way to her curvaceous hips, and draw her close.
Against my body, I feel her warmth.
Against my skin, I feel her ever soft, radiance and flesh.
Oh, hand, do your dance, as my fingers waltz across her belly, light enough to feel a slight shiver from the sensation.
Hand, make your way back, over hip, and down slightly and there.
Her plumpness, personified by her cute, perfect little butt.
My love lets a lone breath escape, warmth across the nape of my neck, and with a gentle squeeze,  a soft moan departs from her lips to meet with my ear drums.
Fingers tracing that which makes my queen, 100% woman, leaving behind a sensation which releases those much sought after pheromones and endorphins and chemicals which so dearly I crave.
The essence of my queen.
Scent de love.
Chemicals released, my thoughts race for clarity as my body does that which is natural.
What was not, now is.
Hand on cheek, I draw her in.
Breath on breath.
Hearts beat in unison.
The, "I need you and you need me" perfection.
Her eyes shut in the passion of the moment.
Her lips, two beautiful blushing saints which I hold so dearly, connect with my -thirsty for her love- lips.
The majestic power of desire.
And love.
And perfection.
And the, "Blind to the world,  besides the woman before me".
My woman.
My love.
Soul mates.
Lips connect, and silence.
My thoughts cease, and silence.
Eyes closed, I recognize within my mind, that in my hands, I hold my reason.
My very essence for being, my purpose to draw the next breath.
Lips pressed and tongues do their dance, I let slide what I've held ever so patiently back, into her perfection.
Fireworks.
A lover's passion erupts in my heart and srtrikes me to my soul, and very core of what makes me, and I am overcome with emotion as I realize I have it.
She and I have it.
The thing that drives a man.
The thing that everyone wants.
Craves.
Needs.
Looks for.
Man woman and child alike.
True, 100% pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.
Her nails dig deep into my back as my manhood is swallowed, engulfed by her womanhood.
The perfection of life.
The sacred feminine.
Life producer, and sustainer extraordinaire.
Muscles tense and throb and in, and in, and in.
Tongues locked in passion, breath heavy and deep, hearts do the flutter known only by lovers, as they beat in unison for one another.
Locked in the depths and heat of passion, soul mates eternal do their slow dance.
The dance of two becoming one.
Two souls, fused as one.
She.
And I.
And then the moment.
Bodies pressed firm.
Deep inside that which I hold with absolute reverence, our eyes open and meet.
Her eyes, the most beautiful hues of brown, the spark of passion resides.
The light of love, is ever present.
The mating of two souls branded as one, a love lasting longer than forever is set in stone, cast in platinum and solidified to stand as a testament to those seeking love.
Erected as a shrine to house the absolute truth to those seekers of love, of the eternal brand.
Our love, a testimony of purity in it's most righteous of forms, stands tall as a beacon for others.
The perfect example.
Of love in it's purest of forms.
As we reach passion, together as one, our eyes lock and then.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else exists.
The she.
And the I.
Just us.
The climax to rival the tallest of structures or mountains.
Such an immense burst of passion, the angels cry.
As my soul pours into her, it's she, and I.
Then calm.
And peace.
The gentle throb of all that is woman.
The light pulse of what was once limp.
The lovers rest.
Bodies pressed firm.
A slumber much earned.
The release of such an immense radiant power generated only, by the fusing of two souls.
A rest much earned.
Two, fused as one, sleep.
Dreams.
Peace.
Rest...

My True Love

It had engulfed me.
True, real love.
The flowers sang, the sun danced.
True love.
They turned to me, high above the saddened clouds,
And asked me why I was so happy.
I smiled, and simply said,
"True, Real Love, as beautiful as a dove."
I came down to earth, with all of its sorrows and pains,
And simply substituted love for them.
I greeted my enemy's with the biggest of smiles,
Their reactions very different.
I loved them, and everyone else.

But, especially her.
Something in the way she engulfed me.
I love her,
More than the flowers, more than the sun, more than my enemy's.  
More than my life.
She is as beautiful as life itself,
And she is a goddess of wisdom.
Our minds inhabited each other's,
As true love always does.
Now, we are simply two bodies,
With one mind.

(This is the longest poem I have ever written.   I hope the length doesn't scare you off *tee hee*)

Seeking Comfort With A Tiger

Once, when you were young
And over-apt to dream  
You beheld a tiger  
 
And it was breathtaking.  
 
After all, and for what seemed like forever after,  
All you did was think about and dream of those
Large, focused, topaz-yellow eyes,  
sparkling wild and playful;  
The sleek grace and raw power of its finely tuned frame  
Stalking its territory knowing all within were prey;  
The beautiful and unique adornment of its rust and amber hues  
Cut neatly into segments by slash-like black stripes  
Violent and precise.  
 
Of it, you were possessed.  
With it, you were obsessed.  
In a same skin, from time to time,  
You imagined to be dressed,  
So you could be just as strong,  
as graceful,  
and as confident as its presence did suggest.    
 
But you needed more.    
 
Those few degrees of separation that remained were just a certain torture.  
 
So full renewed you pursued with every ounce of zeal,  
That one-step difference that could make you,  
to this tiger,  
More than just a meal.    
 
You asked around and found,  
through other’s trial and error,  
simply that these big cats love nothing more than to dismember  
and consume,  
and replenish  
those focused, topaz-yellow eyes, sparkling wild and playful.    
 
But you just saw the game of course,  
and yourself, the exception to the rules.    
 
You went about learning everything you would need to know:  
How to care for,  
How to feed,  
Whatever, in order to proceed  
To get close enough to breathe its same air.    
 
Every little detail you compared,  
dismembered,  
and consumed,  
obsessed with the possession of its rust and amber hues  
cut neatly into segments,  
Violent and precise.    
Black stripes like blindfolds, covering your eyes.    
 
Closer still  
You pulled until its proximity made you feel  
Something more than just adornment,  
Above all else, important.  
In fact, you were the focus of its topaz-yellow eyes  
sparkling wild and playful,  
 
And now...    
You held their gaze.    
 
Closer still, it stalked.    
The thrill!    
Of finally meeting it in person!    
 
Your hand held out  
true devout in your need for complete and full immersion.
 
Its body low, its shoulders high,  
A game you both can play.    
There’s a winner and a dinner  
And only one will walk away.    
 
“But no,” you say,  
“I know this play I’ve written and rehearsed.”    
But did your plot and character know this tiger would come first?    
Take a bow.    
There’s nowhere now left to which to run.    
This happy ending’s at a table
Set and candlelit for one.    
 
Upon your face,  
with tiger’s pace,  
this realization dawns,  
and stuns,  
as your body’s blood doth run  
down hand and chest and thigh,  
as tooth and nail and strength prevail in quenching appetite.
   
Ripping,  
Tearing,  
Topaz-yellow eyes ensnaring  
Sparkling wild and playful.  
 
The shock subsiding,  
your mind deciding,  
What this tiger wants is just too painful.    
 
So you gather your wits and severed bits  
and rob the tiger of its meal.    
 
Soul shattered,  
a dignity left in tatters  
from claws like silverware scraping clean  
a plate once serving gourmet matters of the heart.
   
You’re now screaming,  
standing and beating at the cage door  
hoping some other handler will come and let you out  
To save you from further dismemberment.    
 
Embarrassment a given,  
another tiger attack that could have been prevented  
had they noticed the nature in its slash-like black stripes,  
Violent and precise.    
 
But as you beg, there’s none to save you.    
Per your request, the cage contains you  
and though you wait for tooth and claw to overtake you,  
There come none,  
and so again your expectations fail you.  
   
You find a moment in this trial and terror  
to take a breath and breathe,  
and relish the reprieve,  
to think of something other than the folly of your error.  
   
All the while your heart is pounding,  
torn from your chest,  
the sound resounding,  
beating in your hand  
astounding that the organ would even still be given to play.    
 
The tiger sits and licks its whiskers clean,  
not to savor but to wipe away,  
the taste of flesh it no longer craves  
after all its fond and frequent dreaming.    
 
You look down to your wounds and are astonished at what you’re seeing. Slashed thighs,  
black stripes,  
violent and precise.    
 
The bleeding wounds have stained you.    
Now your rust and amber hues rename you,  
Retrain you,  
to be careful what you wish for,  
what you think and what you say.
   
A new tiger stalks it terrortory,  
knowing all within are prey.

and when that fails you, we can climb a hill beside the highway with lights that go on and off and on and off again

babe don't you know
you can climb any stair case that you want to.

Forbidden?
three years ago i found him; my brothers best friend
we talked and takled
we snuck away into the night
we kissed we fucked
we loved and we longed to be more than forbidden
when discovered we were forbidden to see eachother.
             i cried
             i loved
             i cut
today he is mine--publicly
i love him more than ever,
he is my one true love

Heaven Knows,

His eyes pierce like bullets through cloth,
Ripping so got damn perfect,
Whispers sweet-nothings in my ears,
Telling me how much it's worth it,
And there I am...his willing victim,
I beg for more whispers of fairy-tales,
Raising the gun to my head, I smile,
Love is blind where all else fails,
He puts his hand on top of mine,
Tells me to hold it steady,
Bundles me within his arms,
And will tell me when I'm ready,
I sigh at last, my final breath,
Hoping it's all over soon,
Because even when we sit so close,
I never feel that close to you,
So maybe now we will unite,
In more then simple harmony,
And maybe now more then ever,
You would be a part of me.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/113264.jpg

Side Effect

Fairy tales say magic always comes at a price
When I think of our love I know they are right

Finding true love is only half the struggle
The real fight is keeping it from ending in rubble

Such a divine fantasy is happily ever after
Nature demands balance, tears for your laughter

Love can feel like a side effect of humanity
When it collides with hate we are left with insanity

The love is real and deep, as loud as we yell
It's like heaven picked up and moved in with hell

Although we know we could never walk away
Constantly we wonder how we can stay

The nature of love includes destruction
Glory entwined with volcanic eruption

Still it calls to us and we hunt it down
If nothing was lost, nothing can be found

http://www.english.emory.edu/classes/Shakespeare_Illustrated/Brown.Romeo.jpg


SPENCER


When I was young and fair

There was a young man

Who  would have been perfect for me

Unfortunately we were Romeo and Juliet

From two countries at war with each other

Furthermore we were of different race and religion

My Romeo and I met on campus

Where nobody would look for us

We planned to run away

To another country

Where we could live in peace

Instead of this insanity

We planned and plotted and waited

Until we graduated

Tragedy struck - he got multiple sclerosis

Was paralyzed from the waist down

Spent six months in the hospital

Meanwhile I met a young man

Of my own kind

Was pressured into marrying

He did not mind

And I never knew, and do not know until this day

What happened to my Romeo

Who disappeared from my life in every way.

Good Morning Baby

Never have I known a more beautiful woman
She is the embodiment of perfection
in every conceivable way
She is everything I’ve always craved
wrapped up into one
five foot two inch goddess

Watching her sleep
as she unconsciously shares with me
the peace which I read on her precious face
At her most vulnerable hours
she is most pure
and pain free
which a woman like her deserves most
I feel her tranquility

Upon awakening
her emerald eyes smile
upon seeing me beside her
She feels the safety I will always provide her
I feel her love and adoration

She slides up next to me
placing her head full of long blonde hair
upon my chest
I wrap my arm around her
holding her close and tight
She purrs and closes her eyes
I feel her beauty and her trust

I have loved many women
and slept with many more
but I am in virgin territory
I’ve never loved like this before.

“A Special Day So Long Ago”
http://www.elmulticine.com/imagenes/noticias/3/lauren-german-pxl.jpg
(Based on A True Story)
It was a busy place
on that hot sunny day,
trains ricocheted
in and out
of the bahnhof
at rapid-speeds,
flying to all
parts unknown.
I saw her lean outside
her compartment
for just a few
sweet-minutes.
She was spectacular,
her eyes held me
in suspense,
such mystery.
Her pretty-smile
spoke sexy-volumes,
melted my heart.
I felt I needed her
at that precise moment
and
she
felt it
too.
I knew it
when
she yelled in
the prettiest-vocal,
“Oh, mein hubscher leibchen!”
And with that,
her rocket took off
to another place.
My face
still winces
with fiery-desire
for her,
but
sadly,
I’ve never seen
anyone like her
since that special-day
so long ago.