Feinding poems on Hello Poetry

Alexis Reiko Lynch Mar 2010

The kisses were empty
And touches blase'
I felt the disconnect
Long before I felt
You between my thighs
The tide was premature
And the flood pointless
Passion flourished fire
Love so demure
Thoughts became hushed
Under layers of lust
Clouded need
And as the fire fueled
Explosion didn't last
A lack luster come down
There was no way out
I was surrounded
Scarred where
Your fingers singed my skin
Scents of misplaced emotions
Smoldered between the sheets
Invading any space untouched
By our feinding bodies
Breath became stolen as
Faces became backs
Once again clothes covered
The naked truth
My eyes closed
Echoing the click of the lock
Stamping out the faint embers
Of what used to be
I felt the disconnect
Long before I felt
You between my thighs.

Quinn May 2013

medusa

fingertips reach into burrows tonight,
brooklyn and bronx,
where i most wish i could lay
these bones that wish to be buried

count seconds,
hold breaths,
make wishes,
then promises,
to gods i don't
believe exist,
so that i may
look into eyes
that truly know
what goes on
behind mine

fire off framed fragrances and
feinding freight trains headed
for longing, lust, and love in all
of the ways that i could've sworn
i left when the bed was still wet
and my memories weren't those
of a woman without remorse

days spent
looking 'round
corners with
mirrors,
tales told
of creatures
that turn liars
into stone,
step slowly,
hold steady,
fire quickly,
and give
always to
the great
unknown

Analytical skitzo Aug 2014

up to home

Relaxation is so distant
As my mind races question to thought
Shadows in my eye jump
Left then right
I think I'm losing my cool
Sleep
Is the last thing on my mind because
This poison coursing through my veins
A drug no man can tame
But almost all that try it
Change
Change from a human to a monster
Craving one more high
(Feinding)
One more to get out alive
Steal, sell, trade, ****
Anything to escape the real
But if real is hell
Then why do I catch myself in regret
Wishing to die everytime, NO, everytime
I exchange needle to vein
Once I do I change
The real me was fine
The real me is fine
Change, this change
This ugly rotten still destroying
Every good part of me change
Will really take the real ness of heaven
Real is what I want
cause **** is hell
Cause while high I'm in hell
**** is the leader, the dark prince,
The devil disguised
But you can still smell his chemical stench
**** is the devil
And I am the lost angel
Searching to find My way home
Back to the real that you so abruptly
Had to steal
Stop the damage and allow My wounds to heal
So I can have the strength to go home
Family, friends, my heaven, My home

#drugs

Catrina Sparrow Jun 2013

four dollar post-cards.

soft spoken secrets slice through the silence
     like coffee-breathed cannonballs
sent shamelessly into the space between
          who we are
               and who we will be

the smile in your eyes makes it seem
as if you really see me

pinned beneath a perfectly blue egyptian cotton sky
     and a lake-shore brown box-spring earth
          you stretch yourself thin
     thin as eyelash lace across a freckled chest
     thin enough to let the sunshine gleam through
          through all your light and magic
               reflecting pure stardust onto my my blank screened flesh

i've never felt as beautiful
as it is to be tangled up in you

extremities snagging one another
     in a devine blend
          of feverish feinding
               and something far more freeing

     i'd trade my unsteady pulse
     for every day to begin this way
drenched in poetry
and morning dew
and crazed, excited grinning

how about you toss me a post-card
     through our dreaming
     one of these evenings

          yes

my heart strings are singing

     this is the beging of a story
that i quite like

Styles Jun 2014

Advice

Stop trying to waste your time, analyzing their lies.
It will leave you in a straight- suit: Suited, ready to die.
That's why you being real, is the only real hope,
Real has at, really staying alive.
So don't let them **** your vibe.
The art needs your craft to survive.
These characters needing your mind,
The sheets are feinding for you lines.
These rhythms need your rhymes.
The game needs your heart;
So the art form will be loved until the end of its time.
I need the real thing;
Purest of its kind,
Coming straight from the heart
Spoken from the mind
With real penmenship; word smiths-
Sharper than a thin line.
Quick witted; Stanzas that
Stand, hand-in-hand with mine.
Inspired by emotion; immortalized;
within lines. Talent is a gift;
Being gifted is a prize - and experience never lies.

Life is tricky - Rule one; just keep a few things in mind; themes that keep repeating in your life - use your ability to write to express them, and the utilize the comfort of a notebook to store and remember them; just in case you forget rule one: Note: if you have to look back to see what rule one was, then: my case in point.

#love #life #thoughts #people #lyrics #writing #advice #advise #craft

Jessica S Aug 2017

Another Love Monologue

The irrevocable emotion
I have about you has got this ocean
swaying back and forth on a motion
that can only be swayed by you.
The soft sound of your soothing voice
has got my head spinning
and other grinning
because it can only be saved by you.
But it scares me
how the words and phrases
that come out of your mouth
seem so flawless
like you always know what you’re talking about.
And it simply amazes me
that everything you do fazes me
and the days with you
always gazes me
into what I want our future to be.
Remembering the way you hold me
and the way the cold breeze
doesn’t seem cold when I’m with you.
The way you talk to me,
like I’m wearing your ring,
saying “baby I love you”.
But I’m always taken back
like I‘m suddenly off track
because those three simple words
carry so much meaning on their back.
And I don’t want to be one of those people
that say it without its meaning
because meaning it
means more than feinding it,
if you know what I mean.
I believe in love and romance,
not cheap titillation from cold hands.
I believe in flowers and cute notes,
not always coming over to rock the boat.
Sing to me,
play me a lullaby,
call me randomly
or just graze into my eyes.
I want you to look at me
and see who I am,
cuz baby I’m not perfect
but I’ll do the best I can.

#love #monologue

Torin Nov 2015

you are my gun

You are my gun
To blow my brains out
And I've got the bullets
My babies loaded
And I'm thinking of forever
As I'm staring down the barrel

You are my drug
The only one I'm needing
And I've got the itch
For your love I'm feinding
And I'm thinking of the way I feel
Whenever I'm high on you

#love #addiction #forever

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