Relationships and Love

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  • Rookie - 360 Points Jeremy Horsford (1/3/2015 2:50:00 PM) Post reply
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    First kiss
    Last night I fell asleep eager, longing to meet you again in the morning.

    I awoke to birds chirping and leaves of the trees rustling in the wind.

    You were still asleep. I watched you for a moment, hoping your eyes
    would open, so we could meet.

    I watched on whilst my heart was pounding, sinking, thinking... You are
    my clarity, my life, my hopes, my fears, my infinity.

    Before you arrived I was carefree and happy and now...your interference
    has left the water muddied.

    Are you real?

    That moment has left me and nothingness hasn't come to be.

    Maybe you are mine and maybe we'll be plural over time.

    You turn towards me, but still asleep, I weep. I want you.

    Shall I steal a kiss?

  • Rookie - 360 Points Jeremy Horsford (1/3/2015 2:43:00 PM) Post reply

    Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

    Life through a colleague's eyes

    I have trust issues. Which no one person can be directly accused.

    I have lived a life of being beaten and cheated. In many ways
    psychologically defeated.

    My small and petite stature, has left me open to the world's abuse.
    My small and petite stature has set me up to have a life where I
    constantly lose.

    Why have I been designed for failure?Why is it I seem to attract
    predatory creatures?

    I am now of the mind where I expect to be hurt early on in relationships.
    I find it difficult to resolve challenges within relationships. I run from
    inexhaustible issues within relationships.

    Something needs to change and I do not want to agree to a new a found
    friend's opinion of my state of mind. Although I can see he will never
    leave me behind.

  • Rookie - 91 Points Muhammad Sarim Ashrafi (1/2/2015 2:16:00 PM) Post reply

    have a look please....

    The image I have drawn in my pooped eyes
    Waits for you to have adoring stare to arise
    The unheeded tale of romance of our love
    As if the God interlocked us but I still rove.

    Indeed more than my breathe I love her
    If she comes will be ennobled as my lover
    My world lacks for her everytime I call up
    Oh God! Give me nothing but who buffs up.

    Your cheeks, oh my beloved, make me weak,
    Lips like leaves of rose and the facial peak
    Devastate the sorrow while there is mourn
    To my tedious life hap, for it is the morn.

    The onset are you of the light of immortality,
    In your Majesty, oh crowned head personality!
    As thy winsomeness the fays descant hymns,
    Devote themselves to you for their whims.

    The fuel of my life ends but you can fill
    Only my life with the dreams of thy still,
    From the heaven please reveal on the earth
    We shall initiate the life taking a new birth.

    read here my all poems:

  • Rookie - 116 Points Musafir .. (1/2/2015 12:38:00 PM) Post reply

    Her eyes have the key of her heart, But I always lost in them.
    I lost in the beauty of the stars sparkling on her face,
    And, I lost in the pink smile she wears on her lips.
    Her eyes may look sad but her heart is happy.
    Presence of her soul, starves all of my insecurities,
    and gives me the energy to stand alone.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,938 Points Nishi Kumari (1/2/2015 7:40:00 AM) Post reply

    the definition of love is is the feeling which gives you opportunities to give a new definition of love.....

  • Rookie - 165 Points Mapung Madura (12/20/2014 1:08:00 PM) Post reply

    I never express Love in Romantic Words.
    and here my poems tried to express it..

    You is Me

    (for my Wife)

    I am the man
    who be bold to revoked
    own heart
    made it as Arrowheads.
    I Dashed it
    with a Bows
    of my Ribs
    It's hurtle
    windshield of city bus
    of Jakarta

    I am the Man
    who became the heart in Your Heart

    romantic enough? :)

  • Rookie - 65 Points Mike Blotzer (12/16/2014 6:56:00 PM) Post reply


    A glimpse beyond the walls, I see a life of which will never be
    But oh, how high a man can dream?!
    To heights unmatched and seldom seen

    I touched the star that grants a wish, saw the face that launched 1,000 ships
    Had everything, and so t'was bliss
    but lost it all, Just.....Like.....This.

    For Alas! , I am not meant for those, precious moments of parental prose
    Nay- I am just meant to be alone
    This curse I bear on my own.

    Like a drunk, I rue the morning next, where reality replaces happiness
    And darkness mixed with loneliness
    Consumes the light my soul emits.

    But something in me knew it then, eventually the floor would spin
    A vortex where escape is thin
    Here past the event horizon.

    So alone I walk, toward Destined Death
    Not of my flesh, but imagination

    For a dream can quickly turn nightmare
    And many times I've seen the pyre
    Consume my spirit, hopes and desires
    Mike Blotzer

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jatin Paarth (12/13/2014 12:55:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey friends hows my poem tell me please...

    What I like,

    What I like,
    Is it the voice of father, who says,
    You are waking up so late,
    Or the mother’s voice, do fast,
    School bus is on the gate.

    Is it the morning luring to stays
    And not go to school,
    Or the friends asking to play,
    And move to the grounds,

    Is it the mothers call,
    To be the best in the class,
    Or the fathers warn,
    To be good than neighbour ‘s ward

    Is it the flowers and the flies
    With their fragrance and the cries
    Or the birds, and their cheers
    Moving like my desires, in the skies

    Is it the watching, movies,
    Which are played these days
    Or playing the new game,
    Brought by the father “car race”

    Yes I am walking straight the road,
    Seeing the sky watching the rays,
    To get the answer to get the ways,
    Where to go and where to stay.

  • Bronze Star - 2,323 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (11/26/2014 3:44:00 AM) Post reply

    How do you make your woman understand your craft and try to meet you halfway instead of complaining with mood swings?

  • Rookie - 116 Points Oni Omotayo (11/13/2014 6:13:00 PM) Post reply

    hey frnds, pls read my poem n make your remarks

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