Submissions by QueenSophia
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Poet Introduction
I'm just trying... poetry is a refreshing breath of air ...
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 4:20am
27th Jul 2014 4:20am
insecure
Maybe if I didn't text you at 3㏂ you wouldn't assume what you're assuming.
Winking emojis & sexy pictures is what had you thinking.
I stare into old photos searching for a happiness, it's your face that has me drinking.
I'm giving myself away in spite of you, I hate you but I need your approval too.
I'm insecure so I'm usually down for all of the above, I want to feel warm hands explore me, and convince me it's love.
For only a few minutes..
Winking emojis & sexy pictures is what had you thinking.
I stare into old photos searching for a happiness, it's your face that has me drinking.
I'm giving myself away in spite of you, I hate you but I need your approval too.
I'm insecure so I'm usually down for all of the above, I want to feel warm hands explore me, and convince me it's love.
For only a few minutes..
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 2:42am
12th Jun 2014 2:42am
Desner Calixte.
To justify the way he touches me, so gentle and sweet, yet the feeling of his hand rubbing against my palm is nothing less than explicit.
The capability to understand the chills he sends down my spine from a simple forehead kiss is merely impossible.
The strong stare into my eyes before he makes love to me is so beautiful, I lie on his chest to hear his heart beat, he fingers my hair, body bare, his love is true... I swear.
I am indescribably in a wonderful love with his heart, his smile and soul, his sense of humor is incredible and bold.
.. The wink and...
The capability to understand the chills he sends down my spine from a simple forehead kiss is merely impossible.
The strong stare into my eyes before he makes love to me is so beautiful, I lie on his chest to hear his heart beat, he fingers my hair, body bare, his love is true... I swear.
I am indescribably in a wonderful love with his heart, his smile and soul, his sense of humor is incredible and bold.
.. The wink and...
739 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 8:17pm
15th Apr 2014 8:17pm
Dont mind me.
Can you even imagine being knocked for every thought or idea that enters your mind?
Maybe I'm losing my mind.
I cannot see straight, straight lines.
The words, letters and sentences combine.
A soft smoke, a deep inhale...
The dry, musky air, quiet and stale.
Am I losing my mind?
It only gets more difficult to cope,
I have no motivation or hope...
Maybe there's an easier getaway than dope...
I'm losing my mind.
Where is God? His tender touch, so sweet and kind.
I live face down, at the bottom of the Earth.
...
Maybe I'm losing my mind.
I cannot see straight, straight lines.
The words, letters and sentences combine.
A soft smoke, a deep inhale...
The dry, musky air, quiet and stale.
Am I losing my mind?
It only gets more difficult to cope,
I have no motivation or hope...
Maybe there's an easier getaway than dope...
I'm losing my mind.
Where is God? His tender touch, so sweet and kind.
I live face down, at the bottom of the Earth.
...
779 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 6:01pm
15th Apr 2014 6:01pm
Tell me you approve.
This love is raw,
this love is hard, this love is bold.
This love puts your priorities on hold.
This love brings new surprises to unfold.
A promise we were to always uphold...
This love is real,
this love is difficult.
This love remains raw,
with deep intensifying flaws...
Sickening, dysfunctional,
painful withdraws.
Though this love is the ultimate prize, it is still hard.
Blood, tears, a heart scarred...
This love is confused,
abused, still bruised.
This love has been accused,
this incredible overwhelming...
this love is hard, this love is bold.
This love puts your priorities on hold.
This love brings new surprises to unfold.
A promise we were to always uphold...
This love is real,
this love is difficult.
This love remains raw,
with deep intensifying flaws...
Sickening, dysfunctional,
painful withdraws.
Though this love is the ultimate prize, it is still hard.
Blood, tears, a heart scarred...
This love is confused,
abused, still bruised.
This love has been accused,
this incredible overwhelming...
779 reads
3 Comments
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