Madhumita Apr 2014

she goes
once again
ignoring life
as she falls in love with another song.

This fleeting love affair however brief,
is the only
time she feels

NaPoWriMo Day #18
Poetry form: Double Tetractys

The Affair

I fell in love with childhood,
he wore a red cape
made of polyester plaid,
tiny stitches of lines
circulated around his palm.
He never wore a mask,
his memories wore enough of one,
a fog remnant of a dream,
his home he’d never see again
all along the river, led up to a lake.
It didn’t matter anyway,
a wedge upon two brick walls
was a plaque – or a warning –
a memorial, perhaps, but
all succumbed to his pain,
every inch crumbled to dust.  
That’s when I took his childhood away.
I fell in love with memories.

Anto MacRuairidh Jul 2015

I love you...

~ I really do ~

And I love being

~ with you ~

yet when we part

my heart breaks

~ knowing ~

you still sleep

with your spouse.

The obvious answer is sometimes the hardest thing to do...
Poetry by MAN Jun 2013

One Family united as one
The Father, Mother Daughter and Son
In unity we can set things right
In the darkness be the guiding light
Keep your heart open
Keep hoping
The Family be the truth to all lies spoken
We have the tools set it straight
I can't wait to see the date
We all can relate
Not to hate
A Families love
Black,White our blood is both red
ONE PEOPLE ONE WORLD we must move ahead
We can do it
Take a moment show someone you care
To get it together for..

Written in the 90's M.A.N.
Britt C May 2014

We had that beach affair
That long night in summer air.
Your shoulders my heads resting place, your lips -my great escape.
But we both knew it wouldn't last

So heres to our past. That midnight summer love we can't grasp.

Elissa Gregoire Jul 2014

She and her library were an endless love affair.

Nickols Dec 2012

Thoughts of cotton candy kiss laced with guilt.
Bubble gum wrapping the shame.
A deceit told through a mouth sewn closed.
But eyes held wide-shut.
A lie supported by another lie, bracing itself before falling.

Should I let the guilt be known through a cotton candy kiss?
Let the bubble gum wrapper shunt my shame.
Will I hold our secret behind stitched sewn lips?
All the while, holding my eyes wide shut?
Could I support this burden, bracing it with another lie?
Before I let it slip and fall?

A dangerous dance our feet have started,
where it goes I am not for certain...

A wicked path we've lain before us.
where it goes I am not for certain...

An affair of just wanting,
but nothing of taking.
Where this is leading I am not for certain.
For: where I hope we are going,
Well now,
that is another matter all together.


Alexis Carlston Jan 2014

A passionate touch that I love so much also touches me with an unknown guilt when it comes.
Feeling chills down my back and tears on my face as our bodies meet again.
Filling me with sorrow every time we share that embracing stare.
A simple pleasure that I hate within as I sin a great sin.
Refraining from love with this affair Im in

Shanna Howse Aug 2010

‘I have to go.’
She whispers and sighs into his ear.
Uncovers herself from the sheets
And slips from the bed.

The clock reads three o’clock
The moon illuminates the bedroom

‘Why, baby?’

He groans as he sits up
Trying to calm his harsh breathing
Wipes the sweat from his face.

Shadows dance upon the white walls
Her silhouette moves towards the door

‘I have to return home to him.’

She replies, her gaze falls to the floor
Reaching for the doorknob,
Filled with so much guilt.

© August 28, 2010. Shanna Howse.

A time was when
Nothing short of my deepest thrust
Once and then many times more
Would satiate me

Then quietly crept between us
The hiatus

When I learned new ways to play
Chanced on a week a golden day
Then over a month or more

I had found the key to the secret door.

Now at the most heightened end of the affair
Satiates me a strand of her hair!

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Warm lips
eagerly met
tears fall
soaking wet
hot embrace
face to face
family forgotten
lovers eyes
hunger spent
lovers repent
leave in a daze
memory sways
husband and wife
another life

Tatiana Cody Oct 2010

Hands shaking as they clumsily undo
Buttons, zippers, clasps
Articles of clothing discarded

Every word that passes between us
Hangs suspended in the air
Like dust motes
Only larger, more distinct
Each facet perfectly discernible
By its own beholder's eye

This was wrong
I could feel it
As my synapses fired
Unconsciously guiding my hands down his back
Arching mine

It feels wrong
But mostly it feels

A true story.
Ady Apr 2014

Life is my current lover.
I swig her ephemeral taste from my cupped hands
worried as the golden, shimmering liquid rushes through
creases and cracks in my jaded hands.
Her mood varies through my stages;
at times she is of doting temper and roseate kisses
but when love evades her, most often than not,
her calloused hands damage the pearly flesh in tender
and discontent paints a surly mood as she digs her crimson
brush against the canvas of my self.
Life is my inconsistent lover,
sometimes doting but most often than not abusive.
So I vowed my eternal devotion to Death.
We escape under the dark canopy of starless wings;
a tryst.
I eat of the forbidden feasts in the Kingdom of Hades,
grains of scarlet pomegranates staining my chapped lips.
Death has promised me perpetuity.
But until Life decides to release me from her capricious temper,
I shall long for the wintry, rainy comfort of my drowsy affair.

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