#poeticxpression
I’ve been in love with a Pretty Girl once.
She was the prettiest, so attractive, so charming
She had these pretty eyes,
I looked at her eyes; she looked at mine.
Oh, my goodness!
I just die looking at her pretty eyes.
She had these pretty lips,
I looked at her lips
They whisper; kiss me.
I'm blown away by her smile!
Her smile made me feel like butterflies inside.
I admire my Pretty Girl’s body.
No need to lie,
I could kiss her all over
From her toes to her ears.
A Pretty Girl is pretty much a perfect girl,
A good thing.
I adore and appreciates a Pretty Girl.
I give praises to her.
Most of all, I love the way she loves me to the moon and back.
It's breath taking.
I don’t believe how my soul can’t resist her love.
It’s all about her to me.
And to me, a Pretty Girl will always come first.
I will always be there for her.
Everything about a Pretty Girl
Makes her undeniable
I understand her like no other and she's aware of that.
Now brothers' envies, respects
And hate me at the same time.
I’m pretty sure it's because I have a Pretty Girl.
I love life because I have a Pretty girl.
I love me a Pretty Girl.
I truly honestly love a Pretty Girl.
Only a Pretty Girl.
A Pretty GirL.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
Please rescue a poor dog!
My pillows over weighed, with flooding tears. I wish to turn the hands of time, to erase the shadows of a past unkind,
A silent tear, a quiet pain, a stinking cistern. For one who’s gone, yet haunts my frame.
Not for them does my heart still yearn, but in this pain, my spirit burns for you, my wife, my cherished light. Whose trust feels distant, out of sight but God knows our hearts, He sees our ways. He guides us through the darkest days.
Though it seems my love you doubt, His purpose holds what life’s about.
So now I lay a humble plea,
A path to healing, pure and free:
Let love rest, let passion pause,
Until your heart discerns the cause. No pressure, no demands impose,
Just time to seek what true love shows, For love that’s tender, pure, and true. Is born of soul, not duty’s due. I ask not for a binding chain,
But freedom’s gift through joy and pain, to find again what once was bright, the sacred bond that feels so right.
Do you recall the promise made,
Before the house, before the shade? My word firm, my vow sincere. My love for you, forever clear. Though quarrels rise like a stormy sea. My heart breaks softly, longing, and free,
For peace to reign where trust can grow, and let your love for me be known.
With broken spirit, hope remains,
That God will cleanse these lasting stains, and lead us to a brighter day, where love and grace will light our way, and see our way home
Vutivi J Mahori
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
There were no options; we just had to do it.
No need to get her on the mood; she was on.
Kisses led to takin’ off each other’s clothes.
She’s wearin’ very silky underwear – not a G-string.
Nothing at the top, ******* explored.
She’s lookin’ real weak like she’s sayin’ “take your time”.
Well; I took my time to get her even weaker.
Until she says to me; “I want it now”.
Whispering breathlessly.
Immediately my Greenwich time stood still.
Sweats was on a marathon down my face
Like a glistening dews of mount Horeb
I love it when she starts whispering.
I’m still on my boxers.
She touches me all over.
Even where I thought she wouldn’t.
She licks my finger like I’ve never seen.
Her body is all mine.
We were caught by a hurricane of emotions
In between her legs, going softly
I could feel her nails on my waist.
I can’t stop, she’ speakin’ in tongues.
At the end were all quiet.
I can hear her heart beat.
I stare at her and she smiles a bit.
Her smile says: ‘I love you’.
I know to her I’m for ever ‘The Man’.
Few days later
‘The Man’ is arrested for ****
All he can say was; ‘I didn’t know she was sixteen,
I didn’t know she was sixteen.’
Poets: A-LONE & V54
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
(Get me a pen and a paper,wanna write down my wish )
I wish I was a poet, i would write life in between the lines....
My longest wish ever!
I would write the beauty and the sweetest taste of poetry.
The world would eat fresh foods from my poetry table!
A Wiseman is the one who reads, wouldn't that gonna change the world?
Oh! How ignorant people are;
"Reading is not my thing"
What a sharp knife of stupidity!
I wish to educate myself and the world by putting an ink in between the lines.
I wish I was a poet!!!
#Educate your mind
▪ By BANANA FLOYD
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:49 AM UTC