"cheekily" poems
Breathing in your alluring scent
Enjoying the ride, as the wheels go round
Cherishing the times we have spent
Smiling to our 'question', an answer we have found
This romantic attraction
So beautiful, truly spellbinding
An intimate connection...
That's what we are sharing
Having simple meals together
Indulging in chucklesome little talks
Laughing cheekily, we teased each other
Ambling along the smooth sidewalks
This deep affection
So beautiful, truly spellbinding
An intimate connection...
That's what we are sharing
Fulfilling your heart's desire
Appreciating your genuine kindness
Seeing you smile from ear to ear
Bringing back the long lost happiness
This sweet satisfaction
So beautiful, truly spellbinding
An intimate connection...
That's what we are sharing
Cuddling in your loving arms
Holding back my tears
Embracing me with your hidden charms
Taking away all my fears
This perfect expression
So beautiful, truly spellbinding
An intimate connection...
That's what we are sharing
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
I feel as close to you as how wind is to my skin,
I feel as powerful with you as how I am with a gun.
I feel as courageous next to you as how sky divers are with working parachutes.
I feel as sad without you as departing rain drops from dark hovering clouds.
I feel as bored dismissing you as a good book read by a blind man.
I feel as far from you as how the visible sun is if you look from Earth.
I feel as clouded missing you as the moon is clouded by nebulae.
I feel as dejected promising you as government cronies over promising development.
I feel as lonely not seeing you as Golden Retrievers are when their masters are not around.
I feel as blatantly bloated next to you as over-heated air balloons raise up the shiny sky.
I feel as speechless around you as unprepared speakers in a conference hall.
And at the end, I feel as close to you as how my eyes met yours then cheekily, we detached our sight and pretend that we were never close at all.
I feel close to you still
but even closer
to sin.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
A singular rose to say that you caught me from the start
Two of them would say that you too love me such
Three would mean three words that come from my heart
Five stalks would shout, "I love you very much!"
Six would spout six words that I always have said
"I love you, I miss you" is the message that they would give
Seven is the infatuation that I take to bed
Nine would want us together for as long as we'd live
Ten roses would state the absolute obvious
When they say that you are nice and so very pretty
"My treasured one", said eleven so filled with purpose
Twelve would cheekily suggest, "Will you be my steady"
Thirteen deemed to be unlucky for some
But roses represent that you are secretly admired
Fifteen is given with a face so glum
Apology is offered for what had transpired
Twenty would mean that I'm so much into you
Four more added to say that you're always on my mind
Thirty three reaffirms of my love so true
Thirty six would cherish all our moments in kind
Forty would mean genuine is my love and it's all I've got
I would genuinely love you if only you would let
Fifty of these flowers absolutely seem like an awful lot
But its worth to say that my love is free of regret
Ninety nine would cost but it'll say my love is forever
A hundred says that I'll remain forever devoted
One more joins to mean that you're my only love, ever
One hundred and eight is the big question that needs to be answered
Three hundred and sixty five roses represent the days in a year
They mean that I can't stop thinking of you every single day
I wish to give you eternal love that would span forever
On nine hundred and ninety nine roses these words would lay
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
I will make a bet with you
He said
What
I replied
If you eat something
Everyday, I will hug you
Everyday.
He told me
It doesn't even have to be a meal
Just a little bit
Just an apple
Even half an apple.
He continued
I don't know
I said
I don't want you to leave me
He said
I don't want to leave you either
I said
Please
he said
Okay
I replied
Okay
He said.
Maybe okay will be our always
I cheekily said.
That book is so lame
He joked
But it's how I feel
I thought.
You're my always.
I thought, but never told him.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Please, to whomever is holding this
Don’t be concerned
In angst-prime
I am spurred from deceit
Of hours spent under a fluorescent glow
And transcribed by way of indigo
Am I here to lament a fallen future that my producer is so keen on?
Here to recite a limerick, cheekily rhyming and miraculously
Drawing a purpose
Or a haiku from an oddly Western mind
Who has no more drank words than the bearer has put mind to metaphysics
And finds terza rima obscene
Latin is rotting and Greek in isolation
I feel I have little purpose on this page
Besides reaching out a naïve hand
And wishing with all my might
That someone will reach back
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Bright babbling brook
Meandering merrily along
Cheerfully chuckling cheekily
Singing summer’s song
Cumulus nimbus climbing
Sweeping shadows spread
Grim greyness growing
Dark daunting dread
Sky suddenly shatters
Violent visions form
Titanic teardrops tumbling
Savage summer storm
Wild wind wailing
Throwing thunderous threats
Luminous lingering lightning
Eerie electric effects
Roaring raging river
Searches, seeks, strains
Bulging banks burst
Punishing pristine plains
Whirling water wasting
Gyrating gurgling glee
Repleted river relaxes
Finally flowing, free
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
I can feel something stirring...
Almost like Molten Lava slowly burning
Like a Cup-a-Tea brewing
It's finally settling in
that this is all something already been
As we sit in the tree
- Our Tree -
you're smiling cheekily
you say 'before you go'
placing your hand on my arm
staring with your charm
But I say no
All the complications
and difficulties from before
when you were my beau
still haunt me sore
'cause if we were meant to be
how come when we kiss I feel empty?
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
convincing consumers that “v” is for vineyard
not *****
no quick or easy choices
gin, tonic and a dash of restraint
mom’s advice to quit got Tumblr started
we must get rid of inefficient economic sectors
learning to give one item at a time reviving the soviet tradition
Sharing the siege mentality
cheekily hopscotching across genres
tell me how this ends
prison time was dreadful, but he sure likes the video
pain can make them feel alive
in 1949
he imagined an age of robots
at 94, still charting memory’s depths
imagining a grim past that isn't his own
semi-invisible sources of strength
milewide tornado strikes Oklahoma
2 FBI hostage rescue agents die in training exercise in sea
a genre, old and Irish,is renewed
but wait
didn't yahoo try a deal like this before
How about slow play, drugs and Phrankenwoods
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
Rainbows kiss silently your beauty
as you cascade in roaring triumph
cheekily I pass my body in your cool fall
and wish to die in your arms
I am blessed in finding you
you are all one man could desire
love of you took me away from mortal cities
you have given me life beyond life
I bare my soul and nakedness
for in your arms I am safe
I will protect you with angelic ferocity
my sweet waterfall of love.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
(I am woken up by her honey-sweet voice in the morning.)
She: Good morning honey!
Me: Good morning baby!
(I yawn my mouth wide as I say that.)
(She smiles & replies tauntingly as she pulls my ear lovingly.)
She: Seems you had a laborious night!
Me: Yeah, a really laborious one indeed.
(Even I smile as I remember the last night; full of spice.)
(Now she bends towards the side-table and fetches coffee.)
She: Hmmm... I've prepared coffee for you darling, you were asleep.
Me: Oh dear, should I say thanks or kiss you again!?
(I move my body forward from the sheets craning my neck - the cutlery makes tinkling noise.)
(She cackles and barely maintains her balance as she retracts herself.)
She: Seems you're still undone, my naughty boy!
Me: Ah! How truer could you be, kiss me again!
(I offer my lips as I take the cup offered by her.)
(She smiles and just gives a brief peck on my lips with hers.)
She: *Now we should get our day started, otherwise we'd get late.*
Me: *What did you just say!? We'd get laid? Oh I'd love to!*
(I muster an apt piece of laughter for both of us.)
(She looks even more angelic as she laughingly pulls both my ears & cheeks.)
She: Get out of the bed, you naughty boy!
Me: Aye-aye madam! And I'll be hungry soon after getting done with my morning duties.
(I say greedily to invite another sweet smile from my angel-faced woman.)
(She seems to be ready for that and says in a learned manner.)
She: So my dear hubby, what would you have for breakfast?
Me: I'd have you with cheese & salt, milk & sugar and lots of love!
(I say that cheekily hoping to make her blush.)
(She blushes and turns towards the kitchen, I follow to help her.)
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
All that glitters never meant much to me,
Petals fall & fade, withering along with time like its temporary immortality,
Money joining suit in its temporary fervour, but never buying love as the Beatles crooned.
So let me tell you what does:
The look on your face when I've made you happy with a surprise or two;
The sound of your laughter reverberating through the air as I cowl in my witty silly remarks;
The mental connection that pleasantly astounds me with every thought-stealing line and mirrored gestures-humour-reaction-action;
How your words has awaken the inner dormant writer/poet and inspired to put my venomous quill to paper again;
How you make me feel beautiful, appreciated and respected, just the way I am;
Your empathy and understanding that chase the dark clouds away and silence my demons;
The way we make love with the glances we exchange in public like there's no one around;
The way we make love with our bodies, explorative archaeologists tracing each other's landscapes gently-sweetly-devilishly;
How you claim my arm across, intertwining with yours, caressing it as if it's a part of you;
When your palm holds my face lovingly while we exchange sweet kisses, nibbles and all;
Blowing soft breaths onto our goosebumpy skins, whispering how much we love each other;
Cheekily stealing smooches at traffic light stops which never seem to be long enough;
Resting your head on my sturdy shoulder as I cushion mine into yours, christening it with my lips,
As we serenade that BSB song transporting me back to 14 again.
And the realization pierces me through like truth always does:
That I would not trade any moment, any era, any wish, any desire
Than the one right now with you that has headily grasped me so:
A dizzying cocktail of drugs that is you.
Shalini Nayar
31.10.14
(c) 2014
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
I found myself cheekily smiling today
The type of smile I only do rarely
The type of smile that hasn't visited
This earth in a real good while
I want to smile like that everyday
I want to look stupid while grinning
Like a fool,
Because that feeling that bubbles up
When I smile like that,
It is rivaled by no other
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
I see you in the climbing flowers
That smile down at me sweetly
I see you in the sunbeams
That kiss the top of my head
I see you in the ocean waves
That calm me with their soft tossing
I see you in the twinkling stars
That wink at me cheekily
I see you everywhere
Except by my side
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
it's just something. something about old pictures, something about the way the streets look different and the way those wrinkles on your face now aren't alive yet just waiting to be born,
the way the hues of the image before me are washed out but still shine with the memories you infused into every droplet of ink printed onto the page.
mother and daughter crouched onto the broken cobbled stones.
frilly summer dresses and messy hair for you and for your mother, timeless elegance.
the narrowed streets swallowing you, bring you closer, but closer to what?
the faded corner shop with the grumbling old man resided in the small city streets.
take a look around, do you remember? tell me about why you took this? when you took this? how did it feel taking this? what had happened before you took this picture?
the small limbed entity crouched cheekily next to her mother, oh i look at you and wonder just how fast time goes.
the time ticks on and so does my heart, that's a second gone, now a minute, suddenly an hour. wait how did 14 years go by.
they trigger something inside of me
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
In the mirror
I'm so white
whiter than white
whiter than a ghost
who got drunk
on a litre of white paint
dried out in chalk
written on a whiteboard
whisper
white clouds
that couldn't storm
I'm nothing
but a pasty faced
nothing
...
I sailed off
white as a sheet
pulled white surf
over my head
that night
I called
just whispering
rescue
arrived
and pulled me out of it
you showered me
inn kisses
booked for the night
which got quite..
loud
smacked my bottom
good and proper
like mummy and daddy
never did
and I was surprised
I wasn't pained any more
in the morning
you towelled me down
everything tingling
and after you left
I checked out
the mirror glowing
cheekily
and my chest was there
red faced to be alive
so for hours after
I couldn't sit and cry
because I was reminded
I wasn't all white
just happy
being sore with myself
every lifeboat
should have a paddle
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
The sun winks cheekily from behind a thinning cloud
And, like a great golden grin, gilds my day.
White light pulsates on the inner wall of my eyelids -
Mood lifting; warmth spreading; glorious light.
A faint breeze, feather light, lulls;
Softening the edge of the sun's heat.
Time drifts and thoughts linger
On the sumptuous sensation
Of a perfect morning.
A seagull screech brings the scene to life
and, with eyes closed, I look at the moment
and see the sounds arising.
Distant voices in the morning's chatter and the rhythmic whoosh of waves.
I feel the touch of sound as my heart beat strolls now;
As my mind idly paddles at the water's edge.
I breathe in the tepid air ; it glides softly, slowly through my nostrils
Reflecting the ebb and flow of the sea without.
Rising and falling with the tide's swell.
Limp limbs lie abandoned on the
Cushioned bed as each breath shallowly lingers, patiently anticipating the next.
No thoughts now.
Just image and sound and the sweet sensation of the intermittent breeze
As I float on a velvet sea of my own making.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
I love the way you laugh cheekily through your lungs like a young child visiting the park for the first time in Autumn
I hate the way you laugh squeakily through your intoxicated lungs like a misbehaved child harassing other children at the park in Winter
I love the way you walk with a spring of contentedness oblivious to the despair surrounding you
I hate the way you walk with a spring of arrogance not caring about anybody inferior
I love the way your dimples appear as storms as your smile spreads across your face resembling the ocean
I hate the way your crooked dimples attack your bitter teeth like daggers
I love the way you talk so passionately about nothing that matters at all, something so insignificant
I hate the way you talk so ignorantly about everything that doesn't matter in the slightest
I love the way you analyse things with such interrogation and adventure like the youth hunting for their Christmas presents early
I hate the way you over-analyse situations that are not linked to you in any way
I love you
I hate you
**I hate the way I really ******* love you**
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
“I’m cold.” James glanced down at her words, but Irene was already moving, stepping around him. “Make room.”
“Wh-” before he could protest, Irene’s arms had wrapped around his middle, and her hands had slid into the pockets of his jacket, joining his own. he exhaled sharply, his breath misting in front of him.
“Should’ve been more prepared for the weather,” he told her cheekily, his fingers curling around her (much colder) hands. James felt her cheek press between his shoulder blades as she mumbled in reply.
“It’s supposed to be spring by now.”
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
just words?
This word here - is a suggestive smile
and this one - a playfully raised eyebrow
These two are warm arms enveloping you
This one a sensual kiss nibbling cheekily on your earlobe
I stare in awe of your beauty ~ stroking the side of your face
Other words include me (nuzzling your neck and ears),
you (laughing and throwing your head back)
and us (transcending our bodies in union)
My favourites words are "I love you so much"
And this is a real one - *sigh
DISCLAIMER - No words were harmed in the making of this scene.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
This is not a love story.
When our eyes met
And we felt that spark,
That connection,
We smiled.
I did not go over and talk to you
And you did not giggle
At my poor attempts to be suave.
You did not twirl your hair
Or look down at the ground
As I complimented your eyes.
We did not strike up a conversation
As we stood in line at the supermarket.
You didn’t tell me the chicken and potatoes were a special treat for your little sister,
And I didn’t admit that my top ramen was the only thing I could cook.
I didn’t offer to carry your bag,
And you didn’t give your number in return.
I didn’t call you after the appropriate number of days.
We didn’t go out for coffee
And I didn’t get to hear your life story.
I didn’t get to smile at your blush
As you admitted you had a thing for Harrison Ford.
I didn’t get a chance to smile and cheekily say that I did too.
We didn’t have that first kiss,
So clumsy and so awkward,
Yet perfect.
We didn’t go out on a second date,
Or a third
Or tenth,
Or a hundredth.
We didn’t go back to that coffee shop
And I did not get down on one knee
And get to hear you say yes.
We didn’t bicker about wedding details
I didn’t get to tell you that I hated red velvet
And that it was impossible to get Ed Sheeran to play at our wedding.
I didn’t feel my heart flutter as I waited at the alter
And I didn’t get that high of seeing you in that white dress
Smiling your shy smile.
You didn’t walk down the aisle.
There were no vows
No declarations of love.
We didn’t get to say I do.
There was no wedding kiss
No wedding dance
No honeymoon.
We didn’t buy a house.
We didn’t name our first child Harrison.
Times never got hard,
And things never seemed close to breaking.
We never fought.
We never reconciled.
Our children never went to college,
And we never got grandkids of our own.
We didn’t celebrate our 10th anniversary
Or our 20th.
Our 60th.
I didn’t get to hold your hand
As the doctor diagnosed Alzheimer’s.
I didn’t take you to your plethora of doctor visits.
You didn’t forget my name.
You didn’t forget Harrison’s name.
I never held your hand as you degraded right before me.
I didn’t shed a tear as I heard your last breath
And I didn’t kiss your forehead one last time before they took away.
We didn’t have a wonderful life together.
We didn’t have a life together.
All because when I met your eyes at the grocery store
In line with our chicken, potatoes, and top ramen,
I didn’t take a chance.
You went on your way and I went on mine.
This is not a love story.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
I crave the hues of your eyes
in every painted evening sky;
the brushstrokes of the setting sun
recall my flushed cheeks:
your smile to adorn—
and in every landscape I seek
the roads still cheekily lead me back
to your street.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
I miss you,
The scent of you,
The sight of you,
The feel of your skin against mine,
The stare of your eyes as they peer deep into my soul,
The way you smile cheekily at me,
Making my cheeks glow,
The sound of your voice,
The taste of your essence,
The twinkling sound of your laughter,
The jokes you convey with just a look,
I miss it all,
and at the same time,
somehow,
I miss none of it at all
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
And what’s then? What’s left?
Maybe the faith that the day'll beep,
That day when the sun pushs cheekily
To windows, disturbing sleep.
That day when there’s no sadness,
When everything’s clear and plain!
That day when the soul is married
To happiness, sprayed with rain.
That day when all the trumpets around
Struck the march, bravura and blessed!
That day when I live the whole time
Just live without any dread.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
Its okay friend,
i know it hurts, i know
your heart sang sweet tunes when you were near?
his embrace was paradise?
your eyes were a gateway he used to sneak, cheekily into your heart?
every physical gesture made was a memory saved?
sometimes all you wanted to do was sit ?
no talk was needed, just two souls that loved
it made you happy knowing he was infatuated by you
didnt it?
you! you! you! he LOVED you!
i know you woke up this morning
a dream created by memories
those memories
i know you sometimes still see each other around
with a distance dividing you of corse.
All that has remained is his determination to forget you
well thats what you think, dont you.
i know, he looks at you dear friend
a stare? a stare that speaks a million words
i know that feeling of tension yearning to be made into something once more.
i know you think he hates you
i know you want him to run to you once more
i know your doorstep is waiting for him to stand their again
i know your heart is dripping with hope, that one day he will once again, sneak back into your heart.
i know you ache for him to say once more " I love you"
not to anyone else but you!
it seems stupid that he cannot just say how he feels!
i know friend i know.
i also know that someone else loves you
more than anyone could ever love you
he wont leave you or forsake you friend
wait on the love of the father
trust, hope, wish
good things will flourish when you wait on father
dont wait on the boy
let the boy discover true love through Gods love
let God show the boy how to love you like he loved us
thats when your dream may become reality once more
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC