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Mitch Prax Jun 2018
I fall in love a little bit more
each time we are together.
The sun warms up,
the moon glistens brighter,
as does your smile,
whenever I'm with you.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
"May her ******* satisfy you."


******* were made to feed the
seed that grows in a woman's
womb, born between a couple's
love.

                                                                     When the seed has finally
                                                                      sprouted, they drink the
                                                                      milk of the mother to help
                                                                      their growth.

The beauty of a woman is to carry life
The beauty of *** is to make new life
The beauty of ******* is to strengthen
that life

                                                                          Not for your filthy mind.
                                                                         Why would you hate on a
                                                                          mother strengthening her
                                                                          child?
                
A life that a man helps to create.

                                Must everything be sexualized?
First off, thank you everyone for liking my poem, They May But They Won't.
I saw it was trending and I was so excited! I literally jumped from having 65 followers to 75! That was crazy! I'm super grateful for the comments and the support! I'm becoming more confident in my skills as a poet, knowing there are such wonderfully supportive people on HelloPoetry! You guys are awesome!

Secondly, this poem is dedicated to an incident I witnessed today. Some teenage boys were mocking a mother for breastfeeding her child. I was so angry but several women and men stood up for her, and the boys were kicked out! I approached the woman and we had a brief conversation about it. I don't get why people hate on such a natural thing. That's what women's ******* are for! You can give a baby formula but nothing beats breast milk! The boys attitude towards it was absolutely disgusting! So ******* are only used to attract and can only be playthings now? Anyone who has that mentality seriously needs to grow up!

I'm a young person with an old-soul. Fitting! ^.^
So, this poem is dedicated to all mothers everywhere, specifically breastfeeding mothers. I know how much of a strain breastfeeding can be (I'm 22 and my mother never lets me live it down loool) but still, people shouldn't be hating on this natural act, just like ***. *** is a beautiful act but in this day and age...you know, I'm not gonna get into this now! Maybe later.

Thank you everyone, really!
I'm super grateful.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Kuvar Jun 2018
Your sincerity as thongs
When you say
We can’t work out  
Fate is a key I hold
Out of your heart I go  
Shutting the doors in grace
If I refuse and stay
Is to be trapped a slave
Whatever involves two and one says it won’t work then it won’t for negativity is achieved with little efforts , possibilities are it will be but becoming enslaved to such a decision is to be enslaved to another’s choice.
I can't remember if I told you,
but I like it when you stay.
You don't have to say anything
only music should play
You don't have to pretend anything
only our truest selves remain

I can't remember if I told you,
but I like to see your face.
You don't need any makeup on
only bare skin to grace
You don't have to look anyway
only your truest self remains

I can't remember if I told you,
but I love it when you stay.
You are next to me,
only soft hands at play
You don't have to look away
my loving touch will remain

I need you to stay.
A love cry
As I’m leaving I run into you on the kitchen floor
Sharing with the appliances your miserable company
Giving me your melancholy stare
I can help you not be alone but I can’t help with lonely
You called me boney as I put my back against the cabinet and sunk into my seat on the hardwood floor
Now we both feel lonely don’t we
We aren’t a pair, a puzzle, or each other's other halves
We’re not even complicated togetherness
We’re two people and we’re alone
No amount of bodies on the kitchen floor will fix that
I had to go but still I sat, in the ditch next to you hurting my neck looking up to speak
I missed my ride home I was looking for a girl that I knew, she had the same name as you, have you seen her?
Sam says she was last seen in the basement dancing, equipped with a convincing smile
The ******* the kitchen floor looks like she's been here for awhile
But I’m too boney to lift her up and make her dance side by side with a memory
I guess we’ll never know who she is
Where did the dancer go? She’s dancing with dust bunnies under the fridge
She drunkenly holds onto the steering wheel
This version seems a bit more real
I don’t feel as well as I used to due to two names just listed on the loudspeaker
Thank the lord that I don’t
Or I’d be dancing with the dust bunnies, reliving a memory, feeling lonely on the kitchen floor
I’ve certainly been there before
Nobody ever sat with me, I erased it from memory
This is the difference between alone and lonely
simo May 2018
i wish i could write about love

the winter breathes
tense, tension, and all chest
the windy bones,
forests applaud,
they all want to know.
i wish i could
witness this midnight snow
rarity is reaccurring
friends are fleeting
so in love it’s numbing
the ground could expand
countries close to coasts
and still the feeling of red
won’t leave me alone

but like i get it
its prom season
and everyone’s in love

but while your floating
im drowning
and love can’t bring me up
prom season is an...experience
Kuvar May 2018
I fear our originality will fade
The mistake I made
Thinking love is a trade
My heart lost from this bade
I should have called a ***** a *****
Your “NO” tears me as a  blind blade
My heart is homeless and needs shade
©️Kuvar


When the ine we love doesnt love us back, i leave the rest of the story to one who knows.
Aa Harvey May 2018
7 pm wake up call


Today I had the strangest dream.
There was you and I, working side by side,
In a café down the street.
I guess we were on equal pay.
I started work and there you were,
Sat with me until it started to rain.


I think it might have been in France;
Maybe Paris, maybe right where we are.
We were just talking and having a laugh;
I hadn’t been there long, but lovers find their car.
You knew the café like the back of your hand;
I knew right then and there, that I was becoming your man.
One day I heard you singing a song;
Since then you and I were getting along.


Another round table served, on another day;
We had not yet fallen in love.
There was another room, an outdoor room, beyond the main café.
A place for him and her to sit and talk and find their way.
It had extra tables, with umbrellas
And stacked up chairs against the wall,
For when it was busier than it seemed today.


There was the boss who said “Allo, allo.”
His wife, the owner, I saw here around,
I guess that she would come and go.
Another waitress was cleaning up
And you and I were just talking and falling into love.


You were sitting on a bench
And as we talked, I kept you warm, by holding you next to me.
I think we had always been destined,
Because as I looked at you and we each knew,
You began to lean on in…


I think this could have been our first kiss;
I’m not quite sure I remember it all.
I’m painting pictures as I speak.
I am afraid they will all soon disappear,
So before they do, my one last view,
Of our café will be spoken of here.


You were dressed in black and white.
I was waiting on your words.
We were sober, but we were becoming us;
We were so happy in this moment, so drunk on love.
I was sat smoking a rolled cigarette,
In a wooden wheelbarrow that fitted two.
This wooden statue was our bed;
A feature of the outdoor room.
The wheelbarrow grew in time, as did our love;
By the end of that night, we were true.


It was the middle of the eve;
The moment was right, to say it right,
I think you were made for me.


Then later our boss and his wife they spoke.
He was annoyed at the young couple treating the café like a joke.
“When are they coming back in?
There is work that needs to be done!”
She said “Relax darling, they are having fun
And can’t you see that they are in love?”
And with that, the boss he simply rolled his eyes;
She rolled her eyes too and then they both smiled.
“Oh my love, it has been a while,
Since our old café had a new romance.”


You and I were sat becoming one and the same,
In our oversized wooden wheelbarrow,
Hand in hand in the rain.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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