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Max Neumann Jan 2020
she's taking a bath
in the purple sea
she wants me
to see her naked
it's the first time

feel me:

the shores
being newborn
breezes'n'waves

we make love and are feeling
each other
more deeply
more intimately
as ever before
Today is a goooooood day.
HEAVEN YEAH!

God bless all you guys here on Hello Poetry, regardless of your skin color, gender, age, ****** identity, religion, money.

Feel me...

To be honest, I have been suffering under one of the meanest burdens:

LONESOMENESS

AND THAT'S WHY I had to write this poem here...

I was just interrupted by a waitress; been writing in a café in a small German city. Have to be here due to my dependency. Can't be in Frankfurt right now.

Haven't seen my kids for almost a month now and I am missing you like crazy, Nicholas, I am missing you like I can't tell you, Eden.

I NEED YOU!

(I have two children, a son who is five and a half years old and a daughter being five months.)

My father is on welfare, my mother works as a theatre actress. I have eight siblings, spread over numerous countries.

I'm the first one in the family who went to college and I always was an a-student because I love to learn.

And with my degree, I have been earning good money but this kind of "success" goes along with a mean inferiority complex, you know?

I don't know if you know; but apart from knowing there is someone I NEED:

GOD

YOU HAVE BEEN THERE.
ALWAYS.
YOU'RE THE ONLY BEING WHO IS ABLE TO LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY.
THAT'S WHY I WILL BE KEEPING THE FAITH...

FOREVER YOURS
MIKEY


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3479807/i-am/


YouTube: "Bonny Tyler Heartache"
Elizabeth Jan 2020
Baby, I hear you,
especially when you can’t speak,
—-you are most naked.
Dah Jan 2020
1.
… from now on, a reshuffling of diction,
word-acrobatics, perspectives gleaming
with thought: somebody built an orange tree
against the other things around it, to devour
boiled eggs in the porcelain hand of a plate,
the convulsions of the world can only go
a short length, it’s a matter of …

… regression, like tumbling downstream
over the backs of boulders …  

2.
… near the end of his journey the man’s voice,
as dull as ashes, a cracked seed ready to burst,
declining through the dark, a short distance
to a wintry end: traveling alone to the bottom,
sound of his dusty age drawing in the earth
lying at the edge of bones: today, the light,
tomorrow the ledge: think lightning fast …

… his affliction is not pain but death: cold
at his feet, like frail children ...

3.
… even in the icy spring of March, your eyes
were the stars melting lingering snow: we lay
buried in the warm blood of naked bodies, like
refugees in a new land, and the wind that did
not reach us, and the ice that could not find us:
outside, the silent streets could hear thunder
beneath our blanket …

… ask me where she is, the one who ignored
my heart, who was gone by summer ...

======================================

from my unpublished manuscript: Fragmented

©dah / dahlusion 2019 all rights reserved

first published in Record Magazine
Idklove Jan 2020
The soft woollen like you is precious derived from Kashmir origin sheep;
You and woollen are both warm and deep.
Like when woollen is collecting from sheep's body;
She reveals her inner beauty of nature embodies.
Likewise, you cover your naked body with cashmere you;
Looks like an angel covering her wings as two.
I'm just staring your curved back through,
My unseen eyes.
Seems like you just born from nature ashes and rise.
I think I'm the only lucky person who,
See you as new.
My lips are craving for a taste of your wings
Which are unseen as our heartstrings!
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Dads buy them
Boys hide them
Fascinated by what they see
It's a passed down ideology
A coming of age curiosity?
Or the beginnings
Of misogyny?
Vic Jan 2020
You keep asking me to be more honest, reveal more. You're stripping me down, piece by piece, but the thing is; I'm already naked. You're just hopelessly tearing off my skin because you so desperatly wanna find something that isn't there. I must say that I feel sorry for you. Forcing me to be so honest sometimes just forces me to lie more. At least you tried.
A poem every day.
2-1-20

This is for my parents.
Idklove Dec 2019
Can you get naked for me for tonight
Take off the disguise anger as well as your clothes
Rising curves of your body in night
Might be you are shy to show me your body
Don't be surprised 

Naked bodies of love
Floated above the room
Fragrance of love all over the surface 

Let's naked !
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Roger of Wendover
wrote of your audacity,
a chronicle, a fable in lore,
whereupon your face was softened
for the Coventry poor.

Tyranny of taxation,
a sovereign's oppression,
one husband's aggravation,
and so he gave to you
but one condition.

After the butterflies,
before the sunlit emprise,
no mask to disguise,
not a thing to prevent
prying eyes.

Only your decree
could now protect your
ladyship's modesty,
keep your name from
this sordid tale of infamy,
yet, what did Tom see?

It shan't be denied, it rests
indelibly in Flowers of History,
alas! along cobbled streets,
all of them you defied,
thus with head held high,
you rode in all your glory.
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Autumn bluebell,
From a seaside meadow
I first picked you,
Or is it, you chose me?
Lost to twinkling fascination
I vaguely remember.

But I vividly recall
How shy you were
When your clothes fell away
On that sandy shoreline.
Then again, how remarkably
Bold your declaration:

This is me, as you can see
My individual parts quite ordinary
But all together lovely
Don't you think?

A shepherd moon
Was herding the sea that evening,
Where we raced to meet the foam
As skinny-dippers, you and me.

Appreciating the gift of you
Is so much more about
What's within, than
What I can see on
The surface of your skin.

Though that's pretty good too...
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