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Red: The Love Poems
I sit... I sit; I wait again for minutes. Four months would understate the length of time that I hurt… Confused and angry
Leah JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGift.
Her image. It's a gift. Her fresh image, ignites me: Heart and pulse, breath and rush. She warrants my unconditional surrender.
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsChildren
Children, so cute, Little, but DEADLY, They know how to give that look at you, The one that hits you right in the heart, With those big eyes saying "PLEASE?"
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Cougar & The Silver Fox
'The cougar would only hunt at night While the innocents were tucked up in bed Her hunger was matched only by her wiles Or so said the voices in the silver fox’s head
Sean Bw ParkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsShort Poem
I am king to a fallen empire One that used to be great I am King to a lost nation One that goes unknown to your eyes. You cannot hear the songs of the people anymore
Claude GlasgowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAttraction of Souls
They say you attract the same energy you give off What about the traits Are they saying I have them too What if I never experienced it
Zhaii RodneyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRed: The Love Poems
Two true colors… two true colors. The world sees in two colors; one of power, one of might; one of dark, one of light. Yet color; it exists for
Leah JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Painter (Dedicated to Hiram N.)
He labored long, each hour an age. No careless stroke profaned his page. Her eyes like emeralds rendered he. Her lips he fashioned tenderly
Isaac HammonPublished 7 years ago in Poets'Poo-Tee-Weet'
Love love love. Conquered Love. Kissed peach-pink rubble. Defeat me. And her peach-pink and kissed rubble. Skin-tight, mashed.
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsDo It or Not, I Don't!
While you ponder on my thoughts as I jot the words that not one soul has ever heard before Can you tell I'm smiling from the feelings I've exchanged between my heartbeat and my deranged brain
Kennee MariePublished 7 years ago in PoetsNovember
November is cold, It passes with a swiftness, If you enjoy it too much and blink too soon it’ll be gone, This I can attest to,
Rambling
Peeled back it's nothing more than a lost infantile seething scratching yearning for a breath of fresh air wanting for something that isn't there
Emily AdamsPublished 7 years ago in Poets