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 Jan 2017 Edgar
ryn
Love Astonishes
 Jan 2017 Edgar
ryn
He doesn't see past the horizon of his life
He doesn't indulge in the myth of the hereafter
He doesn't believe he is worthy of such a notion
He doesn't make it a habit to put pen to paper

But with her...

He envisions the future like he's lived it before
He sings of his plans that span several lifetimes
He romanticises his thoughts as soon as they're conceived
He converses in paintings and writes only in rhymes
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Mackenzie
On the day you decided to love me no more,
You Left my heart so sore.
The sky began to cry,
And I had no better option than to lie.
And act like all was well.
Because I stumbled and quickly fell,
And I felt to weak to stand
I only needed your hand
To grab and pull me up
No one knew of my sorrow
And no one saw me weep
But the love I feel for you
Is in my heart to keep.
 Dec 2016 Edgar
B
I Hope
 Dec 2016 Edgar
B
I hope you find someone who falls hard for you.
I hope you find someone who loves you at 1pm and loves you even more at 3am.
I hope you find someone who throws bits of food at you and laughs as loud as they want in fancy restaurants and doesn't care what other people think.
I hope you find someone who lights candles and makes you tea while watching your favorite movie.
I hope you find someone who wakes up in the middle of the night and covers you with a blanket so you're not cold.
I hope you find someone who wakes up in the morning smiling at you and kisses the top of your head while you're still sleeping.
I hope you find someone who is willing to pick you up from your house late at night  when you don't feel well because they want to take care of you.
I hope you find someone who picks you up and dances around the kitchen while they're making you dinner.
I hope you find someone who sings at the top of their lungs because they know it makes you smile no matter how obnoxious they sound.
I hope you find someone who holds your hand while driving.
I hope you find someone who reminds you of how important you are.
I hope you find someone who tries to makes you smile even if you're mad at them.
I hope you find someone who surprises you with your favorite candy on days you feel low.
I hope you find someone who randomly grabs you and kisses you like it's the first time all over again.
I hope you find someone who's not afraid to feel absolutely everything for you.
I hope you find someone who doesn't let you cry yourself to sleep while you're laying next to them.
I hope you find someone who gets drunk and goes on late night walks with you.
I hope you find someone who writes you letters just because.
I hope you find someone who will find you a rock or shell on the beach to keep as a memory from your adventure.
I hope you find someone who puts in as much effort as you do.
I hope you find someone who tries to love you more than you love them.
I hope you find someone who loves you with everything they have.  
I hope you find a love so strong it consumes you.
He looks at her with hungry eyes wanting to taste her.
He wants to feel how wet she is between his fingers.
He wants to feel the flushness on her face while he plays with her.
He wants to taste her neck as he messes with her.
He wants her so bad it hurts.
He wants to give her that feeling that he gets when she teases him.
He wants to f* her with every fiber of his being. Not in a bad way but in a way that he wants to show her how much he loves her. And how beautiful her body truly is.
He wants to hear her moans and feel her grip tighten as he speeds up and goes deeper.
He wants to feel free with her. To feel something he never felt with the others. To feel passionate love that so many has told him about.
He wants to feel free and in control.
He wants to feel her body against his. The pressure the feeling of being so close that the fine hairs on their bodies intertwine.
Sorry that this is a bit longer than the normal stuff I write but this is just my feelings.
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Tashea Young
His words takes me to that beautiful place
The place where his words are like
Love's arms of warm embrace.
And Like Sweet Nectar of honey I must have a taste.
His words grows a Blissful smile upon my face
His words are like a Boost to my immunity
His words are like the equivalent to Vitamin C
His words pack Calcium like Vitiamin D
His words Promotes the Sunlight Sparkling for all see
His words are like herbal Tea
Therapeutic like therapy.
Our conversations Suspends me in estacy

I was as cold as a winters freezing night
Then he approached me in way that was so polite
I was literally standing still but my heart took flight
To a new demention to a new hieght
Man I felt like I was flying high as if I were his kite
His Expression of phrases fromulated a Euphoric picture in my spiritual and physical sight.
I swear I tried so hard to fight
But when he spoke to me his words became the heat and I melted me like ice
I wish i could have relived that moment twice
The things he would say were as beautiful as The sun setting upon The San Francisco Bay.
His Statements stops the time in the middle of the day.
This Man is the Very person for whom I silently did pray.

His words compliments me just as the Cocoa Butter nourishing and healing the Imperfections of my complexion So Like lotion the more we talk the more he rubs it in.

His Messages are so powerful that when he speaks I am complelled to feel Humble and meek.
Is this the peak at which His Intellectual geek is Attracted to my Spirtual freak discovered by the Sensational vibes we both seek?
His words soften my heart like silk sheets
Yet are as smooth as a leather jacket so sleek...
His Words are The Vibes that I crave One of A kind and So Unique........
I wrote this poem about a guy That gives me these Sensational Vibes.... I hope he reads it!
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Jasmin A
un.*
He smells of Hydrangea picked straight from Heaven's garden.
deux.
His lips letting the most fervently beautiful sound leave his body to reach me.
trois.
His eyes, containing the same pigment of my favorite chocolate, wash over me in those places he knows I want him to be.
quarte.
He moves closer in the most angelic way, pushes my hair back, kisses me ever so gently.
cinq.
this is what love feels like I'm thinking as he puts his palms against my back and we fall into each other like the lines on the painting we saw somewhere in Pennington.
six.
Unfathomable. That love I feel when he looks at me, hungry yet delicate. This could never get tiring.
sept.
I'm pushed against this wall and lifted onto his hips. Clothing seems to melt off of our infinite bodies so that we may fit entirely. Flesh meshed together. I can't tell where mine stops and his begins.
huit.
This is a fairy tail that never ends as our breathing becomes a pattern into each others mouths. Me in. Him out. We're our own song. Every stroke a beat. Every moan a voice. Every scratch a strum. We're beautiful.
neuf.
To the bed we go - never missing a beat. We're in sync and I couldn't love him more. More. Every stroke more. I'm on a cloud, the rest of the world no longer audible. He's panting.
Dix.
I love you.
**Fin
for L.
j.***
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Jasmin A
Jax
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Jasmin A
Jax
Hers was always the only soul I ever wanted to absorb entirely.
She's the only reason I write weird **** like that.
Before her, I was plain and thought words were just empty sounds breaking through our silence when we felt like.
Before her I thought movies were for entertainment like Insidious or Rambo,
not feelings like The Perks of Being a Wallflower or Blue is the Warmest Color.
Understanding the world was the least of my worries.
But with her gorgeous insightfulness waking me every morning, I'd gotten used to curiosity and enlightenment.
I wanted to feel the world's love and soak in every perfect ending.
I wanted to listen to the voices and grasp the thickness of the meanings etched into their words.
Every laugh I heard I saw happiness.
And when I look at her I feel the entire universe hugging us as we dance along to heartbreak in The Front Bottoms' lyrics.
I want to hear her voice above all others because making sweet love to her and drenching her body with the promise of forever, well that's the one that stands out the most.
And she calls my name like I never dreamed anyone could.
The poetry she reads me is the most imaginative and splendid and I want to write like her.
To put more beauty into my font.
And I try to make the world my muse.
It'll never be as good as hers.
Because everything that ever was, is her muse.
And mine could only ever be her.
Wrote this from a man's POV. Not the best but her, idc. (:
j.***
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Graff1980
Untitled
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Graff1980
He longed to be revealed
Pealed like the layers of an onion
Or plucked like the petals
Of a rose
While Singing
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
Until the last
Layers of flesh
Disappear
And the anatomy
Of love appears
Wet and transfigured
In his transcendent
Affection
A beautiful grotesquery  
Falling in love
With the pain of
Loving someone
Who does not want
To be loved by him
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Styles
Lust
 Dec 2016 Edgar
Styles
i don't even know it
cause I try not to show it
but you dealing with lover slash poet
start speaking in tongues and you wont even know it
then your body start reacting, to what I am saying like i own it
your actions speaking louder than words your body show it
I got what you need
cause I'm the main component
you thirsty, then lets feed
our lust is potnent
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