Valentines Day Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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MR CUPID SERENADES MS VALENTINE
#erotic
#ValentinesDay
#rhyming #seductive
#rhyming #seductive
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MR CUPID SERENADES MS VALENTINE
#erotic
#ValentinesDay
#rhyming #seductive
#rhyming #seductive
301 reads
3 Comments
MR CUPID SERENADES MS VALENTINE
#erotic
#ValentinesDay
#rhyming #seductive
#rhyming #seductive
301 reads
3 Comments
MR CUPID SERENADES MS VALENTINE
#erotic
#ValentinesDay
#rhyming #seductive
#rhyming #seductive
301 reads
3 Comments
My Valentine Past
Love starts with a tale told
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts
pinned together in erotic fire
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold...
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts
pinned together in erotic fire
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold...
#ValentinesDay
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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My Valentine Past
Love starts with a tale told
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts
pinned together in erotic fire
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold...
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts
pinned together in erotic fire
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold...
#ValentinesDay
#memories
#WritingPoetry
130 reads
14 Comments
My Valentine Past
Love starts with a tale told
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts
pinned together in erotic fire
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold...
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts
pinned together in erotic fire
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold...
#ValentinesDay
#memories
#WritingPoetry
130 reads
14 Comments
valentine
"It wasn't love at first sight. It took a full five minutes."—Lucille Ball
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
#relationships
#romantic
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
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valentine
"It wasn't love at first sight. It took a full five minutes."—Lucille Ball
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
#relationships
#romantic
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
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2 Comments
valentine
"It wasn't love at first sight. It took a full five minutes."—Lucille Ball
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
#relationships
#romantic
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
193 reads
2 Comments
valentine
"It wasn't love at first sight. It took a full five minutes."—Lucille Ball
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
spare me the shallow red balloons
that wither with dead afternoons,
when sunlight fades
and pulls the shades
o'er cupid's festive morning runes.
spare me the i-love-yous that fly
like cumulus across the sky
only to weep
into the deep,
when valentine whispers goodbye.
spare me the to-do and alarm
whose flippancy brings far more harm
than nothing said
over my bed
that wears the guise of fickle charm.
spare me...
#relationships
#romantic
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
#ILoveYou #ValentinesDay
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2 Comments
Valentine crushing time (an acrostic)
Venice in a Gondola so close
A bridge of sighs, we stood engrossed
Like rosebud petals folded tight
Entwined us both in pink and white
Nocturne of perfume ready to escape
To twist together in that elate
In innocence our craft was cast
New on a hope, needs so steadfast
Each pressure point
Caresses the now as each lip anoints
Regret a clutch, never was so held
Us just heat, in a rosy melt
Singing
Hedonistic hymns
In our own time and space
Nightingales words will never suffocate
Gravitate, uncompressed,...
A bridge of sighs, we stood engrossed
Like rosebud petals folded tight
Entwined us both in pink and white
Nocturne of perfume ready to escape
To twist together in that elate
In innocence our craft was cast
New on a hope, needs so steadfast
Each pressure point
Caresses the now as each lip anoints
Regret a clutch, never was so held
Us just heat, in a rosy melt
Singing
Hedonistic hymns
In our own time and space
Nightingales words will never suffocate
Gravitate, uncompressed,...
#ValentinesDay
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2 Comments
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