Fiening poems on Hello Poetry

Tashea Young Dec 2016

I feel like he was created just for me.
I think im holding hands with Destiny.
He Encourages me to be The Woman The Father has presdestined me to be.
Hes like a dream given unto me.
He sees straight thru me like he can hear my thoughts telephatically.
Got me fiening for him like jodeci
Plunging into the depths of his soul's love as I enjoy The journey of his story....
Hes The Instructor of love and Im the student thinking critically.
He has left An impact on my life tremedously.....
Im drowning in his love ever so endlessly.
He is Waves from the oceans currents of
pure bliss
And I......I am his ocean shore that his waters of love kiss.
He's like a precious treaure I have discovered.
Unlocking the chest to look inside and see what I have uncovered.
Im happy for what I have found
Hes A King worthy of Sparkling crown.
I wish I could wear his love Like a White Flowing Wedding Gown.
I feel he completes me like a sentence Yah is the subject, He's the predicate and im the noun.

With his words he painted a vivid picture of me
Its a picture with definition, depth, and clarity.
Its almost like he captured every little detail so Carefully.
As if I were an image of an angel made so Heavenly.
Apparently,
In his eyes Im a portrait crafted very delicately.
A beauty constructed with integrity.
Sparkling like the waters of the deep blue sea.
To Be held in The Artistic nature of his Creativity
Is a Wonderful sight to see
With his poetry I see The illustration of his spiritual Imagery
I caressed the Compassion of his vibes that discerned The ambience of his Frequency.
His Energy Sweetly Speaks so pleasntly
His Diction shows me his style Musically.
His wisdom shows the level of his Maturity
And it makes me drawn to him as if Its a force was pulling me closer into his gravity
Ill admit this experience is kind of scary
But My lovely Beautiful Mahogany
theres no place I rather be than with you standing by my side next to me.
Feeling as if I am Soaring like a bird so Free.
He Surely bring out the Best characteristics of me.
I Believe Im Subconsciously holding hands with destiny
#destiny #serendipity #Love #beauty

Im fallin in love

#love #beauty #destiny #serendipity #blacklove

Shakeraw Sep 2017

Lucky me?

Are you lucky enough to have found your soulmate? Have you been blessed enough to find the one who you were made to love? Have you met the one who was so perfect for you, your heartbeats were always in sync? I have, lucky me right? This man was my own personal brand of heroine. I ordered his natural scent than that of any perfume or cologne? The high he gave me was better than any drug. He became the addiction I never thought i could have. And i wanted no parts of cure. He was my entire reason for even existing. Even when he put me thorough hell and blood and tears stained my pillow, i knew life without him would be 10xs worse than any pain he could ever inflict.
Few peoplein the world are lucky enough to find their one in a trillion equal. I have found mine twice which is a phenomenal thing all in itself. Lucky me right? He was my permanent weak spot, my drug of choice, my obsession. And his love for me was wider than the entire universe. We were made for no one but each other. I saw only him in a room full of people. Our very own happily ever after. The perfect fairytale world of any normal adolescent girl was born with him. Lucky me right?
Well, like all fairytales there is always a villain. He came in the middle of the night and stole everything i thought i couldn't live without. In a flash everything i held dear was gone. The very breathe in my lungs left me and i died a slow death. But then a familiar friend found me and breathed for me. SHE poured life back into my brokenness and restored everything i had lost. The love, the passion, the desperation for the love of my life was the exact feeling I got when she walked into a room. Every bar he set she met rapidly. The high, the state of euphoria, she was able to replicate with no effort at all. For the heart palpataions he gave me with every kiss, she put a million butterflies in stomach with the touch of her lips. The mountains of lavish gifts he showered me with, i got her undivided attention which put me in pure bliss. Everything I fell in love with about him I found it in her. Lucky me right? Everything including the fact that i will never stop craving and fiening for them both but i will never again be able to call any of them mine again.
Where you ever lucky enough to find your soulmate? I was, twice. Lucky me right?

I wrote this poem about my husband who i lost to suicide. And i found a very unexpected love in my best friend. And even after we broke up I couldn't figure out why i couldn't get over her. Why i was so drawn to her and never wanted to be more than 5 ft away from her. I never even wanted to get over her and i had an epiphany one day that she was the female version of my husband. They were exactly alike. And it's bittersweet. I hope you enjoy it.

Styles Sep 2015

Addict

Her love is an addiction,
That's way too much for me.
Playing the role of a victim,
My heart still blames me,
for her victory over the rest of me.
It hurts so good, the way she loves --
Changed my life, wrong or right
Slowly she re-writes my whole story.
Fiening for her love, a fien in need of my company. Pains me for her to go, hurts when she has to leave. In her world of addictions, her addict I will always be. Walk away, I've tried -- I wasn't meant to leave. Taking over my life, the trip-- is my destiny. Before I let her go, it will be the death of me. Gave her all of my love, my heart has no vacany. Took my life and stole my soul, her vibes have full control of me. She went from just something I wanted -- to something I will always need. More than just a high, more like a living fantasy.

#love #poem #poetry #passion #romance

Shakeraw Aug 2017

Have you ever been addicted to someone

Have you ever been addicted to someone?
I mean truly addicted, almost deathly addicted.
Do you know what it feels like to want a person, more than air or food or even the blood that keeps you alive? The fire you feel when you think of them burns you alive into a beautiful death and you love every single second of it. When you dream of them everytime you close your eyes and never want to wake up because youre afraid they wont be next to you. The unbearable high you feel when they touch you, how their kiss posses your body and almost ***** out your soul and leave you in a puddle of ecstasy. Their scent makes love to your soul as it passes through your nostrils. The mere thought of them can cure any ailment. But then, without any real reason, they walk away from you. And if that wasnt a painful enough death, they turn the knife and dig a little deeper into your heart. They regret you ever happened, they say you were a mistake, they walk out of your world that they promised they would never hurt and turn around and set it on fire. The screams of agony and despair like sweet music ringing in their ear. The sight of your burning flesh falling away from the bone is beautiful to them. And while youre dying you see the sweet embrace that used to be the best part of your day being given to another. And you die a horrible second death. Knowing that your whole world and the thing you used to call your air and other half will never be yours again. And like a drug you know its not right, but **** if you dont still want them inside. **** if you were ever offered it again, nothing on earth would compare to that high. **** if after all the tears, that moan would be sweet music to your ears. After all of the heartache, you still want to make them *** till their body shakes. And every night, in your dreams you wake up fiening for the love you made. ****, Have you ever really been addicted to someone?

#love

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