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GrayeB Jun 2019
Have you ever been so excited for something before that it’s the only thing you can think about

You have to play it cool but inside you really want to scream and shout

Counting down the days until you go

Why does time sometimes have to go so slow

Meeting the people and seeing the sights

Just to think about it brings me great delight

Wine tasting by day themed parties by night

Oh, this is going to feel so right
A poem about SchittCon 2019, a gathering of Schittheads (fans of the show Schitt’s Creek
Aa Harvey Mar 2019
My mental ******


My mental ****** sends shivers down my spine.
Don’t speak that word again…It will send me blind.
You are still speaking to me, after saying that word.
I can’t hear you right now.  I’m in Heaven and it’s all a blur.


My body is tingling in anticipation.
Will she speak another word as seductively attractive?
Or will she just leave me in peace, so I can enjoy this?
This pure contentment.  This pure bliss.


This feeling of unadulterated ecstasy,
To be found in her word.
She is still talking and looking,
As I drift through my Heavenly mind field.


Thinking of a context, in which this word would work best.
I shall not think of it again…yet.
I shall simply put it to the back of my mind.
It is filed under ‘******’ and its secrets are mine.


For she clearly doesn’t see the effect she has on me.
Please do not say that word again, yet.  I have had my release.
My jaw dropped open and I let out a sigh.
She spoke.  I gasped.  I messed up my best line.


I was going to tell her, she is so beautiful;
But the words didn’t get past the nerves.  
It’s a little uncomfortable.
Being so close to a Goddess;
But not being able to touch.
So I shall leave now and hope another word,
Can add such fire to my lust.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस, मगर, रहेते हे उल्झनोमे —२
वक्तने थामली, एक वार, फिर घडी —२
क्यू होता, हे एसा, हरदम मे बेखबर
समरनेको कास, नही लग्ता, कोइ देर पल
तस्विरमे, रंग समानेको ,बाकिहे देर अभी
मे यहाँ हँु ,पर साँसहे कही थमी

सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम् खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस, मगर रहेते हे उल्झनोमे
सगँ किया जोगीका, दुनीया, कहे मुझे पागल
उठ्कर फिर गीर्नेका, आया, फिर बालापन
रंग नही गेरुँका लेकिन, चाहतँे मेरी जोगी —२
साथ नही साँयोका पर रहु मुस्कुराते जही —२

उम्मिद मरी , आशाए नही लो देखो खुस हु अभी
वक्तने थामली,  एक वार, फिर घडी
क्यू होता, हे एसा हरदम मे बेखबर
सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस,  मगर, रहेते हे उल्झनोमे —३
Genre: Gazal
Theme: Longings
Cameron Alix Mar 2019
I suppose that,
As an author,
No one would bother
To think,
Or to ponder,
At the multicolored tubings of our minds.
Blind, they would rather be,
To the undying wonder
Of a brain that is simply mine,
Or a brain that is simply their own,
For we are all aware–
Although it remains unknown–
That we are each Pacific Oceans,
Grasping on to the tide of hope,
Undulating in anticipation,
Bursting at the seams
That our hearts try
Yet fail to scope,
As authors.


Cameron Bell, Copyright © 2019
First poem I ever wrote for fun. Please let me know what you think!
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
Sin
Your fingers slowly dip below my waist,
traveling at an oh so sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
the quicker my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for that explosive thrill.

Your touch has me moaning oh so softly and deep,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I can't resist and simply adore.

Oh, I can feel it, I can feel you,
as I crest on such a high.
A place only you can take me,
on this oh so incredible ride.

Baby, do it again, again, again and again.
I can never get enough
of this our delightful sin...
c Feb 2019
Glistening with the
Naive anticipation
Of great adventure
Kewayne Wadley Feb 2019
How could you say these lies
When you know I anticipate these times with you.
To watch you walk away
Your warmth instantly leaving my hands.
How could you say these lies
Knowing that your not coming back.
My hands with nothing left to grab.
Watching you walk away.
Those jeans
The way you sway.
My hands ache with nothing left to grab on to.
The warmth hidden behind those jeans.
How could you say these lies
Knowing that I am waiting.
Anticipating this time spent with you.
The way my hands grip you.
Each moment slipping through my fingers.
Not knowing you didn't plan on coming back.
Your sway imprinted on my hands.
This walk a reminder of how I waited.
Anticipating this time spent with you.
How could you say these lies.
My hands filled with brown skin.
Squeezed tight
Cuffed beneath the bottom of your jeans.
Finally realizing you never planned on coming back.
Your sway
Those jeans.
Your warmth forever leaving my hands.
& here I am
Still anticipating this time,
Spent with you
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