every time i see your smile
a small reminder of the denial
i am in, denial of the fact
that i still crave your touch....

This is Psychological chess
and i am two moves behind
i figured out your game
and you have figured out mine

Our knights are dead,
our bishops have fled
and so much has got to my head
but when will we look up and realize,
we are on the same side?

Our difference is your a queen
I am a king,
you are stronger and faster,
but i lead the team,

we are chess pieces of the same color
king am i, and you the queen
but sadly i do not know one thing
what does this mean?

Hey guys i am new at this.
Every time it comes to poems my mind goes blank
Like when i go to talk to her
Love is a new feeling for me
Our lives are so different why would she like me?

I would like to kiss somebody
it doesn't matter who
I would like to kiss somebody
anybody in particular would do
I'd like the feeling of lips on lips
a body pressed together or two
maybe I'd finally feel what it is to really kiss
since no one's ever shown me, I never really knew.
I'd like to be desperate for somebody
feel their chest pressed against mine
I'd like to want somebody
to fill my soul with unadulterated vice
I would like to kiss somebody
I would like to get my tongue entwined
I would like to lose all inhibitions
on the devil's table, dine.
I would like to kiss somebody,
it doesn't matter who.
I would like to kiss somebody,
in particular, you.

raged voices yelling at me
reminding me of my failures,
please someone make it go away
her touch and voice could, but
she doesn't care for my sanity now,
so insanity and misery are welcoming me back
with open arms, and a tight embrace

tell my what your thinking please....
tell me what to do,
because i am out of ideas

i asked for it in a moment of weakness,
so i got one, a simple hug that's all it was
to you at least, to me it was so much more
i wished it had lasted for ever,
but it also made me long for something more

You still make me curious
and i still make you furious
You still cause the urges
you use to, thoughts i cannot purge

my mind free of,
your touch takes me,
to a different place,
how else do i put it?
it excites me, not completely
sexually, but it does make me
want you though
to be held by you, to hold you

you take me to the brink
then leave me, what to think
what to think

Poetry is expression of self,
but it is not one a major
social network, it is here
this peaceful place of nice people

Self expression with words,
not with some stupid Facebook
status or a tweet, not a tumblr
or Google-plus, just Hello poetry


this place is amazing,
full of life, full of hope
full of.....writers
so why can't we expand this site?

Let people know its here
let the masses know that you
can express yourself through writing
wouldn't it be amazing

to wake up and log on
and see all your friends
do something productive
and fun like post a poem
not a half naked pic

every time i see your photo, i get sad
and think and wish for what we had
but then remember i did it for you
so you could be happy, but i still envy you two