#curves
Beneath the stars, I lift my gaze,
to witness forms that set ablaze.
Their warmth ignites my trembling chest,
a sacred fire, my soul confessed.
In silken curves, where dreams reside,
I lose all thought, in waves they glide.
Their velvet spell, a tender art,
commands the pulse within my heart.
Oh, how I burn, how I adore,
these holy mounds that I implore.
A love so pure, a ceaseless tune,
two gentle suns beneath the moon.
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:30 AM UTC
Tied in a knot I can’t unravel
Lost on a road I have to travel
No signs, no flashing safety lights
Only the highway and lonely nights
Over the hill, around the curve ahead
Rolling on until my headlights are dead
5/18/26
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
She fell—
Not with fire, not in wrath,
But like a prayer dropped through a crack in heaven.
No war cry.
No thunder.
Just silence,
and then
her.
Wings once woven from starlight
torn against the jagged edge of earth.
She crashed where no gods wept,
and no one watched—
except me.
I saw her break
into something human,
but still more holy
than anything I've ever touched in this ruined world.
She walks now
with wounds she hides beneath her smile,
grace limping beside her like a shadow.
They see a girl.
I see the ash of heaven still in her eyes.
And I—
I sit behind glass, just skin and silence,
choking on every scream
I never let out to her.
I could have caught her.
I would have caught her.
If only fate had let me closer than this aching distance.
I see the hurt she wears like lace,
stitched in places no one thinks to look.
I see her give love with bleeding hands,
as no one stops to hold them, to stop the bleeding.
She doesn’t know.
She never does.
That every time she breaks,
I break louder.
If I could speak just once,
truly speak—
I’d tell her I was built not to worship her,
but to take the pain,
to bear it for her
like a crown of fire I’d wear gladly
just to see her rest.
But she walks,
unaware.
A fallen angel still searching for a sky,
while I remain the man
who watched her fall
and loved her ever since.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
They tell me,
The other girls are much better,
For making love and such.
They tell me,
You should get some curves,
A pretty girl with a neat wardrobe.
I say slander to that,
I say take that back,
I'm not in it for love making,
I'm in it for life making,
Her body is an art,
Nobody appreciates,
But she's my favorite painting,
I stare into her eyes,
Wonder where she got that beauty.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
Thank you Almighty Great God for giving US
This extraordinarily blessed and gleeful holiday
The turkeys are being fried, baked or roasted
The cranberry sauce is protected from the snow dust
The children are happy because their stomach
Will be plentifully filled up with healthy food
Cakes and ice cream will put everyone in a great mood
The homeless will be feasting on the deck
Happily sitting around the well garnished table
Like everyone, they dream that every day
Was as special as today, where God’s graces
Are raining gold all over the United States
This is neither a tale nor an imaginary fable
Today feels like payday, today is a joyous day.
The Wednesday before this amazing day
Should be called White Wednesday
Since the day after this day
Is notoriously called Black Friday
Thank you God for this special gift
For this day of hope; it sounds like a myth
No other country celebrates like us
This is truly a blessed day
This is like payday, this is a happy day
We all wish that we had more appetite
We all wish that we could remain light
After so many richly varied and delicious meals
Throw away the scales and the diet pills
For just today, let’s enjoy ourselves
Let’s not worry, and don’t pay attention to our curves.
Copyright © November 24, 2011, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
YES!!!!
I'M CURVY,
SO WHAT????
I got a
CHUBBY BELLY and
a BIG OLE *****
I can't help that,
I CAN'T HELP that
I'M CURVY.
CHUNKY MONKEY,
PLUMP AND PUDGY,
CURVACEOUS, VOLUPTUOUS,
To me,
I think that's
SIMPLY MARVELOUS.
There's NOTHING WRONG
with BEING LARGE,
I got it GOING ON, and
I know I'm IN CHARGE.
YOU GOT A PROBLEM
WITH IT???,
That's OKAY, it's COOL,
You better GET OUT
OF MY WAY, or
I'LL ROLL ALL-OVER YOU!!!!
I am not
SLIM JIM, nor
am I
SKINNY MINNY,
I am BIG BONDED SISTAH, and
the MEATINESS IS PLENTY.
There's NOTHING WRONG
with HAVING SOME CURVES,
I'm FABULOUS, and FLUFFY and
JUST FEELING SUPERB!!!!!!
I think that's GRAND, and
I think that's SWEET,
Now, RESPECT MY SIZE,
WE JUST CAN'T BE BEAT!!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/20/2024
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
When I look in the mirror and I see nothing,
but they visualize the world in my curves
so I go with it.
I feel degraded, but their satisfaction somehow settles my nerves
more than I’ll ever admit.
There has to be something more than this,
but instead I’m stuck in a mutated bliss
that gives me less than a pinch of confidence,
which I savor as my self-significance...
...is this all I’m worth?
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
You lie there on your side.
Slightly out of breath.
Your face is propped up on your hand.
A slight smile is on your face,
The remnant Of some dumb joke
I've told.
I love to make you smile
I lie opposite you.
A perfect mirror of you.
I reach out and sloooowly,
(Almost imperceptibly)
I trace one finger along the enticing, promising curve of your hip.
Letting it trail up your skin,
Soft as a babies breath.
You close your eyes and shiver (Almost imperceptibly)...
Your breathing hitches
(Almost imperceptibly), but I catch it.
You roll onto your back
Making my fingers trail fleetingly across the curve of your perfectly proportioned hip
And across your silky belly
Where they come to rest
Looking into my eyes
You take my hand
And lead me...
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC
I shall paint, your Portrait Tonight.
As U unwrap, your Fashion.
To picture, your Beautiful Soul.
With all it's Freedom and Passion.
Lips I shall paint, in Rosy Pink
and Eyes, in Lightish Blue.
Coz when U smile at Me...Darling.
I'm lost in the Universe, with U.
I shall sharpen, all your Curves.
Hope My Eyes, don't go Blind.
Coz seeing your Beauty, My Love.
Even a Saint, will lose His Mind.
Soon My Masterpiece, will be ready.
So Don't fall off to Sleep.
We can Romance all Night.....Honey.
The Memories, We both can Keep.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
red eyes, green wine, weak smiles, hollow cheeks, shallow drips.
Dark, not Black.
a desire to be linear, now crowded with curves
sickly sweet
sarcastically sour
no longer sweet, just sour
hot on cold, cold on hot, sweet and sour but sour and sour
tick tick tick, did it feel?
tick tick tick, did you feel?
failed when born, how can change it all, before dawn?
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
Curves under your dress
Girl you really impress
Nights of drinking
Different kinds of smokes in the air
Constantly,cigarrette in between those beautiful fingers on your left hand
But still,kind as a saint
You share even the smallest in your possession
The way you are ever ready to hear out others and help them with their challenges,
Makes you even more likable
Shiny Bright eyes,fresh as a new day
You are such a perfect mess
Arousing attitude that makes you such a perfect catch
That smile with teeth so white like they are bleached daily
Your laugh so heartwarming like a well-made cup of coffee on a cold morning
Curves under your dress swerve, Left and right when you move
You are indeed such a beauty to behold
I love how you are ever so bold
Even when you are really old,
I guarantee that you'll still shine like purified gold
You are such a perfect mess,
I can never ever forget our first ever kiss.
Copyright Reserved By Emanzi Ian
2020
1 July
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
The Sun was slowly Sinking.
The Day was almost Done.
When Darkness fell around Us,
We readied Ourselves for Fun.
I felt Her, with My Eyes.
To Memorise Her Golden Spot.
She Kissed Me on My Lips
and watched Me turning Hot.
With Her Ten gentle Fingers,
She guided Me to Her Door,
The Lion in Me got Woken
and We both landed on the Floor.
Hearing Her Moan and Whisper,
I went fondling Her Curves.
Each stroke that I rendered,
we're Tennis Aces one Serves.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
When they look at my body,
they giggle between their teeth that are crooked but they call them curved. They perceive how curveless I look
and tell me to perform yoga
so that my curves can be defined,
so that I can shape my convexes and concaves.
I smile as bright as I can because probably those are my only visible curves.
I tell them how every time I sit to write
my pen curves on the pages
that are thumbed on the corners
so they seem curved too.
I begin by writing the first letter of the English language
and make slopes and valleys of this alphabet.
I form serpentines and swirling cyclones of my words,
I curve my 'S' to form into an infinity
so that I can hold on to him for as long.
I stretch my 'K' until the end of the earth
and make it look like a single leg shoulder stand.
And as I take all my alphabets,
I turn them from staff position to the plough position.
I make my words turn into Paschimotasna,
and my noun tries to perform Kundali.
My pronouns sit in vajrasana.
My similies stress themselves and flex,
while my metaphors curl into themselves and hide as Marichyasana.
When I am done,
my poems form themselves into Pindasana.
However,
I remain coverless,
as straight and sharp as the pen I use.
I remain 'Arjuna's' bow
so he directs me into my own self,
my own heritage
and I end up killing my Bhishma,
my self-respect.
Hence while my words perform yogasana,
I stand still in tadasana.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
DO-liciously said i fell in Love
be()()Tween your most'ist gloriously
grand trait Oars swiftly guided my
strong and long co AWK went the
swallow chasing her boyfriend
and babies are beautiful in
Spring.
:: 03.11.2020 ::
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
When you stand in the doorway
Beautifully outlined by its brightly lit rays
Your curves an eclipse of immaculate Dawn
The sight of you alone brings new contrast to day
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
Centurie ago..
Humans ..
Rough touch...
I can see you.
Soft curves of your body.
Thiefs stiling your life.
I am fighting for you,nothing personal.
Not today ..
Am I in love ?
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
When I was in seventh grade
Society told me
That curves can be beautiful
And I thought the idea of that
Was beautiful
Until I saw mine.
It was never
That I didn’t find beauty
In others bodies,
It was that I couldn’t
Find beauty
In what I saw
In the mirror
And I know that
Sometimes
It’s more of a -me- problem
Than a society problem,
But sometimes
When -curvy woman-
Means hips like rosebuds
And waist like fine china,
I get a little scared
Of myself.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
you're wearing
bright red lipstick
and a little black
dress but you
are a mess and you
can't even give the
taxi the right address.
You smell of cinnamon
and sugar mixed with
marijuana and when
you laugh I can see
the fillings in the
back of your mouth
and I resist the urge
to touch your cheek
and feel the curves
of your body beneath
your clothes.
I can taste smoke
at the back of
your throat
and I remember the
way you once wrote.
I think maybe
I'll love you
until this *******
has left my veins.
What was your
name again?
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
I used to love my curves.
My plump hips,
My thick thighs,
My ***** chest,
My chubby cheeks.
All the curves, stretch marks, and the lumps,
Especially my lumps,
Made me.
And I loved me.
Until I met you.
When we first met, you worshiped my curves.
Kissed on my chest,
Gripped my thighs.
You used to say,
“I love my baby’s fat ***
As you would squeeze my thighs
and I would laugh.
But then reality decided;
“Babe you should really workout some”
*** I really think you should lose some weight”
Or you would talk of other girls,
Thinner girls.
“Country girls are so hot”
“I saw this girl today at work and she was ****
So now I’m looking in a mirror.
In my black sports bra
And my mixed match pink underwear.
All I see looking back,
is not
my plump hips,
My thick thighs,
My ***** chest
Or my chubby cheeks,
Not even my lumps,
Hell, especially my lumps.
I see my belly overflow the hem of my underwear,
I see my ******* resting on my stomach,
I see the extra skin around my neck,
And I notice the way my stomach jiggles when I walk.
The sound of my feet hitting the ground,
The way things vibrate around me when I walk,
My shortness of breath uphill,
And the way my thighs touch each other instead of having that gap.
That cute gap.
That gap that skinny girls have.
But now,
I cover myself more.
The curvy girl who used to wear crop tops confidently,
Now wears a hoodie to hide.
Secretly apologizing to everyone who ever saw her curves.
Her plump hips.
Her thick thighs.
Her ***** chest.
Apologizing to everyone whoever saw,
Her.
And I compare myself to every girl around me.
‘If I had her legs’
‘Her stomach’
‘Her face’
Maybe,
Just maybe,
You would be saying,
“Nerdy girls are hot”
Or bragging to your friends
“I have this girl and she’s so ****
And maybe,
Just maybe,
You would still be here.
And I would laugh,
Smile,
And blush
And we would be happy.
Together.
But instead,
I’m looking at this mirror,
And all I see
Is a fat girl
Looking back at me.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Within the darkness,
I felt it-
Your fingertips
drowning between
each individual strand
of my hair,
Your lips searching
for comfort
in the delicate curves
of my skin-
And in mornings light,
I felt it once more-
Deep rooted memories
awaiting the return of
the fortresses that have
become your arms,
Where I shall feel
the safety of your
embrace throughout
the night once more-
Longing for it to be
a daily ritual of
waking in the presence
of your love
Alysia Marie 2018 ©
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC