Romantic Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 4:16pm
13th Feb 2025 4:16pm
UNITED AS ONE
United as one -
and we've not begun
to yet explore ways
that each body sways
and responds to hand
stroking where it land....
The intimate kiss
and tongue-twining bliss
as faces engage,
writing on the page
of the love story -
that of You and Me.
and we've not begun
to yet explore ways
that each body sways
and responds to hand
stroking where it land....
The intimate kiss
and tongue-twining bliss
as faces engage,
writing on the page
of the love story -
that of You and Me.
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#love
#romantic
#sensual
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 4:16pm
13th Feb 2025 4:16pm
UNITED AS ONE
United as one -
and we've not begun
to yet explore ways
that each body sways
and responds to hand
stroking where it land....
The intimate kiss
and tongue-twining bliss
as faces engage,
writing on the page
of the love story -
that of You and Me.
and we've not begun
to yet explore ways
that each body sways
and responds to hand
stroking where it land....
The intimate kiss
and tongue-twining bliss
as faces engage,
writing on the page
of the love story -
that of You and Me.
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#love
#romantic
#sensual
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0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 5:47am
15th Sep 2021 5:47am
Villages
She came from St Andrew,
near the A road,
spun a red Jimny,
white walls of snow,
one checked out Winter
smoked Fortuna,
worked a bar on Saturdays,
beside a shop called Saturdays,
opposite a club
filled with spirits
who know it all,
hankered for an anklet
the colour of your lies,
a crystal prism,
for a mache desk,
made with every curve of you,
said she'd go to London,
grow, forget it,
fail, come home,
find you greyer,
bring you down,
screw through thirties,
there was no need ...
near the A road,
spun a red Jimny,
white walls of snow,
one checked out Winter
smoked Fortuna,
worked a bar on Saturdays,
beside a shop called Saturdays,
opposite a club
filled with spirits
who know it all,
hankered for an anklet
the colour of your lies,
a crystal prism,
for a mache desk,
made with every curve of you,
said she'd go to London,
grow, forget it,
fail, come home,
find you greyer,
bring you down,
screw through thirties,
there was no need ...
#love
#romantic
#home
324 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 5:47am
15th Sep 2021 5:47am
Villages
She came from St Andrew,
near the A road,
spun a red Jimny,
white walls of snow,
one checked out Winter
smoked Fortuna,
worked a bar on Saturdays,
beside a shop called Saturdays,
opposite a club
filled with spirits
who know it all,
hankered for an anklet
the colour of your lies,
a crystal prism,
for a mache desk,
made with every curve of you,
said she'd go to London,
grow, forget it,
fail, come home,
find you greyer,
bring you down,
screw through thirties,
there was no need ...
near the A road,
spun a red Jimny,
white walls of snow,
one checked out Winter
smoked Fortuna,
worked a bar on Saturdays,
beside a shop called Saturdays,
opposite a club
filled with spirits
who know it all,
hankered for an anklet
the colour of your lies,
a crystal prism,
for a mache desk,
made with every curve of you,
said she'd go to London,
grow, forget it,
fail, come home,
find you greyer,
bring you down,
screw through thirties,
there was no need ...
#love
#romantic
#home
324 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 5:47am
15th Sep 2021 5:47am
Villages
She came from St Andrew,
near the A road,
spun a red Jimny,
white walls of snow,
one checked out Winter
smoked Fortuna,
worked a bar on Saturdays,
beside a shop called Saturdays,
opposite a club
filled with spirits
who know it all,
hankered for an anklet
the colour of your lies,
a crystal prism,
for a mache desk,
made with every curve of you,
said she'd go to London,
grow, forget it,
fail, come home,
find you greyer,
bring you down,
screw through thirties,
there was no need ...
near the A road,
spun a red Jimny,
white walls of snow,
one checked out Winter
smoked Fortuna,
worked a bar on Saturdays,
beside a shop called Saturdays,
opposite a club
filled with spirits
who know it all,
hankered for an anklet
the colour of your lies,
a crystal prism,
for a mache desk,
made with every curve of you,
said she'd go to London,
grow, forget it,
fail, come home,
find you greyer,
bring you down,
screw through thirties,
there was no need ...
#love
#romantic
#home
324 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 6:03pm
20th Oct 2021 6:03pm
A Late Bloom
I saw the lilac bloom,
it was late autumn,
and I wondered of love.
it was late autumn,
and I wondered of love.
#romantic
428 reads
5 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:09am
3rd Sep 2024 6:09am
Memoir
On the dewy downs
Near the old river willow,
We made love
A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles
I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts
And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;
I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.
Near the old river willow,
We made love
A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles
I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts
And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;
I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.
#FirstLove
#love
#romantic
208 reads
2 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:09am
3rd Sep 2024 6:09am
Memoir
On the dewy downs
Near the old river willow,
We made love
A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles
I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts
And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;
I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.
Near the old river willow,
We made love
A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles
I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts
And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;
I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.
#FirstLove
#love
#romantic
208 reads
2 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:09am
3rd Sep 2024 6:09am
Memoir
On the dewy downs
Near the old river willow,
We made love
A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles
I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts
And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;
I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.
Near the old river willow,
We made love
A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles
I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts
And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;
I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.
#FirstLove
#love
#romantic
208 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 11:18pm
11th Feb 2023 11:18pm
If I Was Cupid...
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
#love
#romantic
#ValentinesDay #funny
#ValentinesDay #funny
472 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 11:18pm
11th Feb 2023 11:18pm
If I Was Cupid...
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
#love
#romantic
#ValentinesDay #funny
#ValentinesDay #funny
472 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 11:18pm
11th Feb 2023 11:18pm
If I Was Cupid...
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
#love
#romantic
#ValentinesDay #funny
#ValentinesDay #funny
472 reads
10 Comments
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