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A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..
M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_*  ♏
The best part about being alone,
Is you have nobody to let down.
                            Except Yourself.
05/28/2013
I breathe in the hate you give me.
I inhale all the lies you tell.
I take in everything unwanted.
And I still breathe in.
But I let it go eventually,
And the mark that's left inside,
Is by far the greatest consistency.
I’ve never found charm in speaking
words that you don’t mean
or falling over sentences
struggling with broken speech
the same way that I have never found home
in the body I call mine
that internal war I fight
between my heart and between my mind.

The world will never understand
why I tremble in daily conversation
I cause confusion in my thoughts
skipping over words in trepidation
But miscommunication then turns to judgement
without a second glance
and your lack of hesitation destroys me
tracing it’s steps into my one woman war

Well isn’t that just like your fears,
setting you up for failure?
I stare blankly at him
To show that my feelings are dim
I didn’t utter a word
Knowing it’ll just hurt like a sword

He asked me why I’m like this
That my face once full of bliss
Has been taken away abruptly
To a different world unknowingly

There was a moment of silence
A moment that was filled with tense
A silence that no one dares to break
For each other’s sake

The look on his face struck me
His eyes showing deep sympathy
He knows what he have done wrong
That I’ve been hiding all along

I turned around and walk away
I know he can’t stop me today
He said he doesn’t want to be left
But I don’t want to be with someone deaf

My feelings for him weren’t real
Our relationship seems like a deal
He should’ve known so he wasn’t broken
With my words left unspoken
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
Go take your ****** tomorrow!
I'm gold and platinum
Then why do I feel like the mud, stucked under your ride's hooves?

You say you're a king?
Then I just became your crown,

Don't cast me in the box of your jewellery,
For I'm sparkly and shiny by nature,

On your head you should carry me,
Don't mistreat me with thick dust and dirt,

But if you wouldn't, if you can't, if you don't want to,
The farther you put me down,

The more I ****** your gold and glitters,
Before I vanish into thin air
A blindness covers me like a blanket.
The sights, sounds and smells that
once brought such joy and reassurance,
are haunting now.
The perfume, the hair, the pillow.
A light breeze, a quaint look.
You still put a smile on my face,
but it’s different now, tainted perhaps.
Conversations and dreams of the future,
relegated to mere passing comment.
Poorly timed and unfairly executed.
The tracks which once brought us together,
and carried us apart, are longer now than ever.
I still see you at night with eyes pressed tightly shut,
but by the morning you’ve gone.
It’s hard waking up knowing what you’re missing.
The strongest yet most painful feeling,
fades with the fields and blue skies.
Forgetting the most beautiful sunrise you have ever seen,
Is humoured by a tiring cliché.
But I’ve never been a fisherman.
The waves rise up over me,
Pushing, shoving,
I can't feel anymore,
Living, breathing,
I am scared.

The waters wash over me,
Caressing, cradling,
I want to feel more,
Touching, loving,
I am scared.

Your hands are these waves,
Your eyes are these waters,
And I am drowning,
And I am scared.
L
I was told
to never succumb
to her influence
but she wrapped me up
in a fairy land
where everything made sense,
whispered out the sweetest
words,
bestowed upon me
the perfect chords,
then dropped me gently
from the clouds
to a soft bed of
grass
safety nestled on the
ground
Daniel Magner 2014
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