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 Apr 2014 Fon
Fenix Flight
Waking up in his arms
                                       Feeling his skin against mine
                                                                         Hearing his voice thick with sleep

                I kiss his Lips

         Snuggled up against the cold
                                                 fitting perfectly against his body
                                                                                        Throw a blanket over us

                         Our own little world

                         Sweet words whispered to each other
                                                         Emotions soaring at their highest
                                                                                               Pure bliss fills the air

                          *Never let this end
 Apr 2014 Fon
phocks
the first time, touched
us, otherwise strangers
delving within ourselves
our overt close encounters
past intimate imitations
of love’s labour lost and gained
we collide
again and again
crossing over, crossing under
energies focused at the hip
flowing through & into one another
endlessly
we release
feathers soaked
in each other’s essence
for soakyourfeathers on tumblr
 Apr 2014 Fon
Emily
Downhill
 Apr 2014 Fon
Emily
What a mistake I made
Investing my love
Devoting my time
Into someone so incapable of loving another
You don't even love yourself
So depressed, you want to die
It happens to the best of us
But that's no reason to give up
I shouldn't have been selfish
I should have just been the friend you needed
But instead I pursued something more than just friendship
And it's led me to being so hurt and alone
You're much younger than me
You're not really committed to me
I'm such a fool
For almost falling for you
I need to step back now
Before the damage grows
You're not ready for this
You can't give me what I want
I want your all
Every little piece of you
Emotional and physical
But you're not ready for that
And now I must take a step back
I love you and always will
But you're not ready for this
And it's all going downhill
© Naomi 2014
 Apr 2014 Fon
Poetry by MAN
I used to..feel all alone
A King without a throne
Insecurity sickness caught
A kingdom of unruly thoughts

I used to..think I was no good
Just a knucklehead in tha hood
Dealt pain for my gain
Memories scar leaves a stain.

I used to..wish for inner peace
Within me is a beast
Tame my soul under control
The struggle will never cease..

I used to..want to die
My soul asked me why
I did not know..Its painful to grow
My nature is to try..

I used to..I still do
Go ahead label me a fool
In the end myself I *****
My intentions are quite true...♏
M.A.N 2-7-14 Short quick hitter poems I guess you can call it???Using "I used to" I wrote about ten but some were too personal I'll keep those for my private collection.♏
 Apr 2014 Fon
Fudz Lana
I know.
 Apr 2014 Fon
Fudz Lana
Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go

Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow

Your head was never high
Nor does your voice

Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.
for my lovely friend who had thought for all these years no one has seen the pain in his eyes or the anxiety on his face. I miss you. be strong.
 Mar 2014 Fon
Poetry by MAN
Body
 Mar 2014 Fon
Poetry by MAN
A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..
M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_*  ♏
 Mar 2014 Fon
Willow-Anne
I feel like I'll never understand
The idea of one's appeal
What causes us to hate someone
And think of someone else as 'ideal'

How can we go through our lives
Making decisions every day
When we don't even understand
Why we think this way

Are we simply born this way
Programmed with our opinions
Are we traveling though our lives
Just acting as our emotion's minions

But if that if that truly is case
Then I find it very strange
How at some points in our lives
Our opinions start to change

What causes us to change
What causes this mental shift
Why is it after a certain time
Our old self starts to drift

Do our feelings ever really die?
Can our beliefs so easily sway?
And if our thoughts are what define us
Do our old selves fade away?

What happens when you can't decide
What you think is the right way
Yes, what happens then?
*Maybe we just fade away
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