I don’t often act against the wishes of the Gods (tough to beat they are). But when as captivating a woman, she who beckons me far from my senses, asks me to break from my heritage, I gladly fill the role of the heretic.
- Aleksander Mielnikow @alekthepoet
I wrote this poem with a specific woman in mind. I'm not going to reveal who she was, so really, there's no point in me writing this note, or you reading it. But, I did, you did, and it's the truth.
You've got a lot of doubt and resent, I understand I too, have fear in my heart, and sweat in my palms Yet, I can't help but think of you It might be a problem One I don't know how to fix.... Sometimes I don't even know if I want to But it's only fair to you Why are we so scared to be happy?
i couldn't stop staring as the coffee dripped from her lips she hooked her thumbs under her belt loops, resting her palms on her hips i admired the curls that fell atop her forehead, feeling the glowing sensation as my cheeks burned red her name was sweet, like chocolate on my tongue and the only thing i could compare her to was our everlasting sun
based off of a fan fiction i was going to write but never finished. i really want to though...this poem was supposed to be by the main guy in the story, who's an aspiring poet in college, talking about the main girl, who he'd just *formally* met in a barnes and noble starbucks cafe. i don't know, maybe it's cliche, but i'm just really into that kind of thing. thought it was pretty cute.
You're so beautiful When your cheeks are blushing red When you look directly in my eyes With an expression that can't be read And look where all of this has led You're lying in my bed, just like I always pictured in my head. Your body shivers with excitement Though your tears are screaming "dread" Maybe its the breeze you feel, the windy chill, from hiding in this shed Or is your body breaking down It's been three whole days since you've been fed I had to punish you somehow The other day you almost fled now I feel misled, you turn down my love And run instead You cry all night, you wont eat bread You shout and fight and hit your head against the frame of this old bed. if only you listened to Every word I said There'd be less pain It's better now if this goes my way So just play dead
Sorry about this messed up poem. I had this idea for a while that I wanted to write a twisted love story about a stalker that kidnapped the girl he is infatuated with.
The light catching your eyes, This shimmer has me hypnotized. Not ****, more than a want To be between your thighs. Not just a chase, I want you More now that youre mine. I'll be there To swoon over you While your smile shines. To whipe your tears, If ever you must cry. I love you Not wealthy, baby But I love the truth; I do not cheat, I do not lie. And I will always Practice loyalty with my life