Poems for and About Lovers by Top Critiquers
#lover
Poems for and about lovers by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Soul Lovers
it feels like we are
sexual soulmates
L said out of the
blue during sex
and that is true
though on other
aspects we pair
quite perfect too
as if our planets
are stellar in line
two similar lives
Colliding as if it
was meant to be
we see what lies
beneath our eyes
always complete
each other's lines
we are dark matter
and starfire in this
divine outer space
delicate souls who
found each other in
this magical cosmos
&...
sexual soulmates
L said out of the
blue during sex
and that is true
though on other
aspects we pair
quite perfect too
as if our planets
are stellar in line
two similar lives
Colliding as if it
was meant to be
we see what lies
beneath our eyes
always complete
each other's lines
we are dark matter
and starfire in this
divine outer space
delicate souls who
found each other in
this magical cosmos
&...
#lover
#stars
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Naked Soul
He gnawed it over in his mind,
how he would invade her kingdom.
Possess all her sums.
Her soul was dressed with the body.
He saw her naked soul, it's all and far.
External battles carve wisdom's scars.
His eyes burrowed through
tattered flesh and bone's soil.
Beyond her crumbling stone walls.
His hand on the door to her existence.
She lacked a shred of resistance.
There was a brilliant spectrum of her energy.
Our understanding of the magic
is still in it's infancy.
But her smile contained an elaborate...
how he would invade her kingdom.
Possess all her sums.
Her soul was dressed with the body.
He saw her naked soul, it's all and far.
External battles carve wisdom's scars.
His eyes burrowed through
tattered flesh and bone's soil.
Beyond her crumbling stone walls.
His hand on the door to her existence.
She lacked a shred of resistance.
There was a brilliant spectrum of her energy.
Our understanding of the magic
is still in it's infancy.
But her smile contained an elaborate...
#lover
#spiritual
#universe
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Porn
#dirty
#erotic
#lover
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17 Comments
I still love remembering you.
I want to know
if you heard...
If you know what the scar tastes like
that your voice placed in my soul.
Maybe we even dream,
the same dream...
Maybe you'll call me from above
from the mountains of your dream...
A subtle bitterness, your name loaded
on cold lonely nights.
I feel the weight of time, endless,
dragging every worn memory.
In the dark silence of the bowels,
an echo resonates, empty and lost.
A deep, never-ending tiredness
marks of a love
that was never called love.
The words we always...
if you heard...
If you know what the scar tastes like
that your voice placed in my soul.
Maybe we even dream,
the same dream...
Maybe you'll call me from above
from the mountains of your dream...
A subtle bitterness, your name loaded
on cold lonely nights.
I feel the weight of time, endless,
dragging every worn memory.
In the dark silence of the bowels,
an echo resonates, empty and lost.
A deep, never-ending tiredness
marks of a love
that was never called love.
The words we always...
#illness
#lover
#lust
#passion
#silence
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6 Comments
~from 97% to 94% or further below, the battery goes down, the 'one' music of us only intensifies..
sunday night's melodic radio
airing non-stop now... those
pretty albumed herbarium's
crispy crinkly ironed... & but
the concentrated bits & pieces
of stillness~ dryness presence-
as disintegrated rosepetals
of a wholly pressed flower..
in kinda bookish cellulosic
mix of nostalgic fragrance
-it's a delicate maturing season
of love.... after amidst so many
inner storming in fleshy deaths
an unclassifiable pleasure~ paining
soul~ crisis digs in longingly deep
as reminiscent~...
airing non-stop now... those
pretty albumed herbarium's
crispy crinkly ironed... & but
the concentrated bits & pieces
of stillness~ dryness presence-
as disintegrated rosepetals
of a wholly pressed flower..
in kinda bookish cellulosic
mix of nostalgic fragrance
-it's a delicate maturing season
of love.... after amidst so many
inner storming in fleshy deaths
an unclassifiable pleasure~ paining
soul~ crisis digs in longingly deep
as reminiscent~...
#love
#spiritual
#music
#lover
#minimalist
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untitled (gogyohka style)
#lover
#lust
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
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14 Comments
Red Skirt
Is this the awake...
Sprawled like so,
as with death, she sleeps
I'd think she left with it.
Eyes closed, but flitting
as her legs were
the first night we met
Now, as not one thing of her moves,
I watch my last kiss dry
slow, upon the shadowed curve
of her breast
Her skirt, the same one
that flick-flocked across my path
just days ago, now wraps
like a smock, over
the bony back of my chair
I bunch it up; All the flowers
that it smells like
All the flowers that it...
Sprawled like so,
as with death, she sleeps
I'd think she left with it.
Eyes closed, but flitting
as her legs were
the first night we met
Now, as not one thing of her moves,
I watch my last kiss dry
slow, upon the shadowed curve
of her breast
Her skirt, the same one
that flick-flocked across my path
just days ago, now wraps
like a smock, over
the bony back of my chair
I bunch it up; All the flowers
that it smells like
All the flowers that it...
#lover
#lust
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17 Comments
Shh....
He’s what I call my tender poetic sublime, the reason to my rhymes
Mentally captivated and in good taste, he is a gently tease, needed him like a thank you and please
His reply, yes, it’s this Sire’s hard piece of wood, I love on camera when I undress
Just enough to make him wet
Most definitely, he is my best emotion ever felt
I love his smooth talking
I opened the door to my mind, and he makes me blush when I see where the eye of his heart is stalking
Meeting him in the middle, crowning his...
Mentally captivated and in good taste, he is a gently tease, needed him like a thank you and please
His reply, yes, it’s this Sire’s hard piece of wood, I love on camera when I undress
Just enough to make him wet
Most definitely, he is my best emotion ever felt
I love his smooth talking
I opened the door to my mind, and he makes me blush when I see where the eye of his heart is stalking
Meeting him in the middle, crowning his...
#lover
#moon
#mythology
#sun
#water
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it may not always be so; (after ee cummings )
it may not always be so; these stone
walls lining castle ruins, where these
fortresses of our heart seem invincible-
in love, their towering turrets a standard’s
base upon these dusty ramparts-
witnessing architecture wed landscape-
supporting our unyielding faith.
it may not always be so; victors
come and go; wars fought and lost-
as much as they are won; should
another champion capture your heart
as I myself have done, your attention
a profession of new-found love-
then, shall it...
walls lining castle ruins, where these
fortresses of our heart seem invincible-
in love, their towering turrets a standard’s
base upon these dusty ramparts-
witnessing architecture wed landscape-
supporting our unyielding faith.
it may not always be so; victors
come and go; wars fought and lost-
as much as they are won; should
another champion capture your heart
as I myself have done, your attention
a profession of new-found love-
then, shall it...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken #lover
#heartbroken #lover
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Sanctuary For Souls Heartfelt Refuge
welcone to my heart
use it as a pillow ~ for
your tired soul to rest
use it as a pillow ~ for
your tired soul to rest
#love
#lover
#senryu
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Meditrinalia
#lover
#magic
#mythology #pagan
#mythology #pagan
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6 Comments
The Scarlet of Desire (Redux)
When night falls in shadows which deepen your eyes
Do they whisper of leather or lace
or
Do you long for my desires
For I esteem neither night or day one above the other
Mine the dream that passion lives
Not in the set place
The special setting
The contrived moment
That somewhere future day
Passion lives in this moment
The immediacy of now
Fierce
Urgent
Heedless of time or place
Fires burn to consume
Thirst seeks to be quenched
Hunger knows only the desire to be filled
So...
Do they whisper of leather or lace
or
Do you long for my desires
For I esteem neither night or day one above the other
Mine the dream that passion lives
Not in the set place
The special setting
The contrived moment
That somewhere future day
Passion lives in this moment
The immediacy of now
Fierce
Urgent
Heedless of time or place
Fires burn to consume
Thirst seeks to be quenched
Hunger knows only the desire to be filled
So...
#lover
#lust
#passion
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