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OpenWorldView Sep 2018
Every day and night
my thoughts are on your lips.
That crimson temptation
and source of my life.

They smile in gentle red
and speak with unique truth.
There’s only one single wish.
I beg you, do not refuse.

Please quench my heart’s fire
with sweet tender kisses
and revive my wilted soul
with dew from cupid’s bow.
I let Cupid carelessly aim an arrow at an apple on my head.
I never thought about how all of the targets he hit may have been accidents.
About what it would be like to pull the arrow out of my chest.
I couldn't stop the bleeding
and he didn't know how to patch it.
I realized then the dangers of putting your heart in the center of a crossfire
the child with the arrow would spare it.
Yan F Apr 2018
I owe lots to you:
Wet pillows and sleepless nights,
All these bloodstains too...
Cupid, in Greek mythology is the God of Desire, and in Latin could be derived to mean longing
A Illuminating Sparkle in the air ,
Oh ! The looks that show all the care.
The Rhythmic beats of the Heart , Speaking the language of Love , like a work of Art .

The power of Love , the touch so tender ,
Oh ! Being in Love is a Emotional blender.

A moment's Chuckle , A moment's Sneer ,
Now there is nothing to Lose or Fear.

Captivated with Mystic Beauty Around
Piercing the Arrows through the Heart
Cupid stuck me off the Ground !
Love stories #cupid # emotion#25.02.2019
Tanay Sengupta Oct 2018
When they met,
They were both young and ******.
Under the tree of love, they sat
Kissed by the arrows of cupid.
He saw a fire in her,
It burned bright.
He was in awe of her
She was like a light.
A light he had sought for
But, couldn't find.
In his core
He was in darkness, he was blind.
Until she came along
And turned him into a different man.
She was like a beautiful song
Her name was Ann.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
It has been a while since I decided to pick up the pen and write something. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All characters or people (if any) mentioned here are subject to my imagination. I am yet to meet someone to whom I could dedicate a poem like this. Hence, I made up an imaginary person and wrote a poem for her.
UA Feb 9
I've been thinking 'bout you,
You've put a spell onto me.

Pure love'll make something new,
A future I want to see.

Crystal blue polka-dotted skies,
I wish I knew love could be this fine,
Tell me a story, do you love me,
I'll be a party, let's make a movie

I've been thinking 'bout you,
When I feel this type of free,

Play me,
A song we can mingle to,
My soul is ready to sing,

Is it just my mind, you're so ******* fine,
Just like my love, and a bottle of red wine,
You're my favorite story, replaying till the morning,
You've captivated me, now I'm stuck, because...

;P When I sang it, I thought it had potential.
zebra Apr 2018
dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil ***** twitch
******* in a mote

i've got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot ******* *****
hells dark pope

oh dragon man
take my life
unwind me slow
i'm summer ripe

vampires *****
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding
jcl May 12
please open the door
who do i cry for
the golden door is close
do you not want the joy, the ecstasy
the rose bush is blooming, fully flowering
let me in, just unlock the door
my quiver is full, my bow taunt, where is your heart
How can Cupid
Spark me ultimate love
Bestow powerful
Love magical
Stringer Jul 2018

If black humour is a sign of intelligence then who is the most intelligent of all?

The hurricane that swept the weatherman away while reporting on a supposedly tranquil day?

The ravages of nature which left Ozymandias all alone in the midst of the desert?

Cruel cruel uncertainty,


Cupid sneezed, and let his finger go,

A fiat **** led my way,

A golden love gone,


Why, o, why

Do you plague me so?
jcl May 13
how did you do that, ******* my defenses
batter down my walls, piercing my armor
touching my heart, revealing my desires
when you pulled back the arrow
it hurt physically, but more emotionally
i felt the void, of all my unmet needs
To the woman (Jamie), I met 05.10.219 at the Panoptikon in Dallas' Deep Ellum
Whereupon the Sun's Blessed Rays reveal
Such Heavenly Countenance with this Cloth
And your Living Knight does offer his Shield
Which, declared Publicly, secured you Both
And true, deserve each Other: This I can say
For Tomorrow's Decree is cross and mean
His Code is Pure: Never deny it, nay
Such Kneeling Men are rarely to be seen
Seriously, I envy you, Manager
That Cupid and Clover can compromise
No more I pursuade; Yes less I bother
And Solace a fable I recognise.
Much to this Learning I can see and earn
Once upon your Smile your Red Papers burn.
Carl Webb II Feb 12
reporting love from underground,
I love you more than life, itself.

I fought the gods for your attention,
talked to Hades, asked for help.

I sold my dignity to Satan;
took some **** along the way,

and, made it back to you
by midnight . . .

I just wish I could have stayed . . .
Don’t just rely on the clay, perse.

Live life
From the spirit,
Listen- to it.

There is no death
Only life
Or the lack thereof

Or there is only light or dark.
No time
but only space.

Everyone who was anyone is still,
Will always be with us.
Carole King is a part of me.
All of the remakes of King Kong are also me.
I am also The Women. A Star Is Born.
Hello Dolly.
cupid Nov 2018
the boy with the red blindfold
was a depiction of craving and devotion
of course that meant he was all but longed for
his golden wavy hair fell into his storm hued eyes
his sleet grey and blue unseeing eyes
the eyes that the scorned sworn blazed sea green under apollo’s sun
he covered his over-praised eyes with a rose tinted scarf
he didn’t need to see
he was blind and oblivious anyway
red was a curse
red, the color of human romance
the color of animal blood
the color of his kisses
the color of his insides, his tattered body
not the color of happiness though
never the color of his lovers
not the colors of his freckles or eyes
the boy with the red blindfold could see only red
red is my second favorite color
However this Stag Tradition breathes thus far
Which works in all cases of Merriment
That Ring is no Joke; And Youth points a Star
To where your Heart will land in Sentiment
He only Encourages, Dreams and Promotes
As no Singer sang such Octave before
Mark him Stranger; Not a Contest he connotes
To challenge what had been Promised once more
Such tell, that Woolen Strings are Postulate,
A Theory already penned into Law
That Fixed Hearts are veined in Mutual Rebate
And Cupid signs both your names into Straw.
Go to Her. She has sung Poems better Written
This Bard resigns; Knowing he was Beaten.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
K Balachandran Mar 2015
Your bodkin, seeking my heart if straight,will find it's target quick,
I'll gladly die an honorable death, still remembering the arrows of cupid,
but if your sword, stealthily moves from behind, in deceit, cuts me down,
denigrates love, let darkness shout, from  where once love solemnly stood,
you'll have to be on your knees to seek forgiveness for this sin, it's no win.
Thescientist Aug 2015
Speaking of Roman Gods,
that love drunk Cupid,
Feel nothing for his lonely soul,
Slaying his victims,
condemning their hearts,
to enternity's unfortunate hole.

A mischievous plan.
Deciding one's  fate
that love drunk Cupid,
I have become to hate.

He is no saint, no angel from above,
it was Cupid who deprived me
from the one I could have loved.

So the next time you're feeling,
"Oh No!Who is Cupid's boo?"
Feel not for his lonely soul
That arrow shooting,
half *****,
love drunken fool.
My feelings about Valentine's Day and Cupid.
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