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Four. Twenty-One.
Four. Twenty One. Look how far we've come my love, where have we been and where have we gone? I know we have experienced it all. The most beautiful days and the darkest of nights.
interaction
Interaction at this stage of the pandemic is painful Talking about anything is painful The irritability is very, very present
Lauren (she/they)Published 3 years ago in PoetsSalvation
Remembering the first time I stepped onto this small island, the thick, hot air making me dizzy and tired. I wanted to sleep, but I found some fish for dinner washed up from the shore. I then checked my surroundings. The sand was so coarse and the environment so harsh,
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsStargasm
Start writing... Shea moisture and two sprays of Kenneth Cole.. Yeah I'm feeling myself. She wont know how to act when I pull up on her for that first impression hug. Anxiously walking to my car as im sending the " I'm on the way text". Cool breeze flowing through my locs as I unlock the car and take a deep gaze at the moon in full view. I see mars is lit up so action is definitely in full effect. 🎶 oh oh ooo oh 🎶 " cant wait to see you 😘 " I dont know why but those words hit so hard with usher playing in the back. Nothing but sweet metaphors and starry nights filling head as im driving towards downtown. Damn its been a week since we've exchanged numbers but it seems like I'm meeting her for the first time. Yeah. Those soft almond eyes, pretty brown full lips with the shiny lip gloss to make em pop.. Yes I remember very well. BEEP BEEP.. Seems like I'm catching every red light daydreaming about how we met. So captivating, demanding the room when you walked in the store. Not sure why but from first sight I was hooked. Just a few minutes away heart rate is still up, wow why am I so nervous it's not like I haven't been on a date before. It's just something about this girl that's different. Well I'm down the street let me text her " hey pretty lady I'm pulling up" while I'm waiting for her to hit back I'm talking to myself thinking about what she is wearing, "ok I'm ready". As I pull up I see her sexy silhouette through the curtains I know she watching me as I keep it smooth getting out of the whip and head towards the steps she meets me with a big smile "silky smooth, I see you clean up real nice". I laugh it off as I'm struggling to keep my eyes on her and my skinny jeans from showing too much. " yea something like that" as I make my way to give her a hug and walk her to my car door. So now we're in my ride baby making music flowing as I take her to this New Orleans cuisine called chappys, thinking about the special bottle of merlot catered to this occasion. She looks so damn good she reaches over and touches my hand that's on the console and I damn near explode making a mess in my pants. Her touch so soft and so warm, stimulating every inch of my manhood. Over here downtown waterside driving towards our reservation she pauses and says to me "the way you talk, the way you smell, how you dress and the confidence you bring makes me feel some type of way!" Me feeling confident pull over and say " I can handle it baby" she looks at me and bites her lip. I turn the music up loud, let the seat back and pull her on top. My manhood comes out strong as she sits on top of me gazing into my eyes and I glare back gripping her hips as if I know her. She kisses me and lifts her dress… Gripping every inch I slide into her feeling her inner universe as she covers me in juices… I think to myself " this can't be happening" as she catches my breath with one sultry 💋…….. And this is only our first date……
Her Dream Was So Real
Like air through the willows along the lake, I walked softly on the dew-drenched grass feeling the wind in my face. My day was behind me and tomorrow we will film another take,
Jason Ray MortonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Magnificent Tree
It was a time like no other, where food was scarce for every creature in Africa. Everyone questioned everyone, and creature alike distrust creature. There was a magnificent tree in the land that stood the test of time, home of the birds and bees. They both threaten each other and quarrel grew mostly in Springtime. The birds did not wanna share with the bees and dislike their ways. The bees felt the birds were controlling and someday may feast on them.The tree flourished and their quarrel became impossible. One day the bees dance around the tree's nectars and they declare the tree theirs. The birds caught off by surprise, tried to suppress them. Every morning the birds would sing to disturb the bees' humming. The birds and the bees both covered every flower they could marking them as territory. In unison to themselves both of them said, The tree is too big and great and magnificent.We have to feed our families. Life is too short to fear and what is an enemy, we aren't afraid we will endure them. And as it went on so long that some birds tried to make peace as well as some bees, these creatures band together creating a secret bond. And they rule together restoring order.
Matthew PrimousPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe healing of covid
I Dilly dally, silly Princess Fally was overjoyed Faery mothers lly was overjoyed Faery mothers Overjoyed like the sure fire winner of the world sparked Covids healing
Rebecca Laurel GreenePublished 3 years ago in PoetsBlack lives matter
Black Lives Matter All human rights matter Can I speak from the heart? We need to play our parts. Stand up with our hearts.
Erica JordanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsCLOWNIN’
What goes around comes back around Yeah I found what’s going down Drill the sound on sound surround For my town I have the crown
Haychie_ArtistPublished 3 years ago in PoetsInsomnia
Contorted images of a sunken face haunt the reality that lays behinds my eyelids- Emerald eyes and wicked grins tiptoe through the shards of a shattered heart that lay within,
Maryam HafezPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMiracle to Man
Twilight's siren call caresses The Last Strands of Fleeting sanity. Strumming somber ballads in perfect harmony with
Maryam HafezPublished 3 years ago in PoetsEnemy Ivy
Somewhere between birth and forever, I have forgotten myself. It wasn't all at once, but over time I dropped pieces of myself
Maryam HafezPublished 3 years ago in Poets