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Every single
mistake of mine,
even the recurring ones,
patiently you edit within
and read as if it's fine,
nothing has ever gone wrong.

see!
what your love
incomparable
has to me done,
my poor, darling!

in my writing, they see
the grammar fully muddled,
so many words I spell wrong.

I see this, only when
others, bitterly, loudly complain
gentle soul, your'e forgiving,
but the world isn't,vengeful it seems,
don't you see the predators, prowling?

Why don't you consider the truth,
I am imperfect, want to be corrected
why not help me change,
tell me where I go wrong, urge
I'll certainly adore you more for that.
Darling, don't turn a blind eye to my faults, out of love
Soft breath
Once on my face
Gone
Only a whisper
Of longing
Lingers
Reminding me
You were here
I close my eyes
And I feel your presence
Close to me
Though you are far away
I wish it hadn't happened
But I couldn't prevent it
I am so sorry my love
That I lost you
This poem is about my ex-girlfriend who left me after the whole bashing my head into the keyboard incident. Another sloth wanted her and she went with him, which resulted in her getting pushed from a tree and falling to her death. This poem is serious for all those haters that didn't enjoy my poetry. If you think I am just some stupid sloth, you shouldn't have read this note. As a wise rabbit once said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
Sydney Ann
I am an undercurrent, free flowing river, whispering these secrets.
Down in the alley

The cats are swaying

The leader is O'malley

He's got a guitar he's playing



Ginger is on bass strumming

He's doing his thing

Tabby is there drumming

And they're ready to sing



She cats are sharpening their claws

Dancing with their tails in the air

See the cats licking their paws

All the cats are there



Join in if you're a cat

The party is out of sight

Down in the alley where it's at

Going on all through the night




copyright Chris Smith 1998
She was a New England winter:
Unpredictable,
with bouts of freezing temperatures
whirlwind snowfalls,
aand
fleating moments
of
sunshine.
With a warm breath on my neck, she kisses my shoulder
I could feel my cold winter pass, as my dream comes true at last
generous is she, as she has revealed my open chest
as her face nuzzles and grins a little as her blue eyes
look into my piercing glaze,
with tenderness and care she gives herself ...

She poured herself as blood, to give my heart the desired love
her blood boiling in me, an unfamiliar feeling came over me
I could feel her course through my veins, pulsating my soul
our bodies shudder as we partake in our transfusion
the feeling was so overwhelming, I wouldn't dare stop it now ...

Sweat drops on my tongue, tasting the liquid of her passion
mouth to mouth we breathe into every swelling kiss
our palms meet and take hold, neither one not wanting to let go
with nothing but candles burning,
our naked shadows exposed on the wall
we shared every inch of each other,
with a serpent tongue I roamed
I knew her before the night was new ...

Enriched by her delicate beauty, the simpleness of her love
she rests upon me, her breath so long
her intense wetness, scorching my love as she moves
the grinding of pelvis to pelvis, so deep so new so raw
releasing with pleasure with a deluge of sweet nectar
in only in a dream, she healed my very soul ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
This was a contest for .. I had to write in the gender of a woman...

Your prompt is "Romance with a twist" I would like you to show me true romance, I want you to show me how you would romance someone, what would you do to show your love, and make your date feel special. I want to see the power of love and to feel it.

TWIST! you have to write from the opposite persona, so if you are female, you have to write it from a male persona and vice versa. I don't mind how far you take this prompt, but mark it appropriately ie adult or erotica if your muse takes you that far.
The miles seem so long ago

with outstretched arms their finger tips touched

they had touched through minds and endless love

their dreams came together one by one

how many hours were spent loving and planning

but the dreams are still there, even with doubt or no meaning

within time their dreams will cross

so full of truth and falsity

now that its over, life seems so lost

flushed and eyes draped need to go on

with moving miles that forms the other

feeling undesirable she longs to die

picking the other seemed so right

Those million miles away ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
why did you move miles and miles away...
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
blythe
Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.
Let us make our dreams come true. Gather every bit of inspiration we can get so we can still pursue and fight for what we really long to have. Don't give up, don't lose hope! :)
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