"floetry" poems
1. Janet Jackson - Let's Wait A While
2. Ralph Tresvant - Love At First Sight
3. En Vogue - Waitin' On You
4. Meshell Ndegeocello - Let Me Have You
5. Jade - Give Me What I'm Missing
6. Janet Jackson - Anytime Anyplace
7. El DeBarge - Love Me Tonight
8. Michael Sterling - Lovers & Friends
9. El DeBarge - You Are My Dream
10. Floetry - Imagination
11. Tevin Campbell - Shhh
12. Keith Martin - Never Find Someone Like You
13. Meshell Ndegeocello - Soul Searchin
14. TLC - Red Light Special
15. En Vogue - Everyday
Erotica epitome, your lips so soft, I am standing on my toes
Beautiful and ****** sensual sensational music playing in the background
and with a kiss we were
high and turned on, submerged in ******** tones
Beeping and aroused *****
But then the songs ended.
May the memory melismatic in every sense that permeates colour and oozes flavour... Live on, long after the songs have ended.
Erotica Epitome
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Floetry
It rhymes
Floetry streams like a river
Spitting it out like falling dimes
All of it timed
Projecting emotion and picture (memories) like a giver
Out of the entire verse there's just one thin sliver
A beautiful verse
Beautiful yet terse
And then the floetry ends
The back beat descends
Into the crowd the floet blends
Until another day
Floetry
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 6:47 AM UTC
#5 | 31 Poems for August 2016
I’m catching feelings, hope you don’t leave and go catch airplanes.
When the universe aligned, our paths and hearts were destined to collide.
You still give my comfort zone endless earthquakes; I wonder how much that is on the Richter scale.
Let me love you unconditionally regardless of how ugly your truths are.
In a sky full of constellations, you know that you’ll always be my favourite star.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s winter or summer, when you are the breeze I can never forget to breathe.
I’ve been digging the soles of my shoes into the ground just to keep myself steady and balanced.
I stood in the rain patiently awaiting your arrival but then, I eventually realised that you were the rain.
Looking forward to the day where your body and mine finally merge into one.
The day when we finally find home and we never ever feel alone because love is all around.
The day when we are able to look back at all the greatness we have both become.
Look me in my starry eyes and tell me that everything will be okay.
I can’t give you the world but I pray that you stay for more than just another day.
I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry, Marsha and Natalie with the Floetry.
So all you got to do is say yes if the question is, “Will you be mine from this day onwards?”
I don’t have much but I have you and with God on my side, how can I lose?
When the universe aligned, our paths and hearts were destined to collide.
I’m catching feelings, hope you don’t leave and go catch airplanes because my heart is really growing fond of you.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
It's getting late
Why don't you want to be here
Beside me, for me to watch you
I need you
I want you
If you afraid... Don't be
If you afraid... Don't be
Don't be scared, I won't hurt you
Like he did... Twice babe.
I want you to like the method to my manliness
See I hope that you make an exception for my friendliness, because my tenderness is splendiferous
I am quite a gentlemen, however it do not stop my urge to dive deep into your sediments and kiss all over your floetry... Is that alright?
All you gotta do is say yes
Set aside your stress
Undress
Rest
Stretch
As I flex
And I caress
...Apex
We make a mess
I whisper, close to your year
"There's is only one for me, you have made that possibility"
So I don't mind taking that step to "sea"
Your wavy shore
Before I walk along it all you have to do is say yes
You sure?
Then you say "right there"
Followed by how I "make you so, so, so"
Open up your mind, because it's getting later
Don't deny if I'm making you wetter
It's almost late
You're here for a reason
Beside me
Watching me watch you
Knowing I'm needing you
Feeling me wanting you
I can see that you're afraid... Don't be
I can see that you're afraid... Don't be
Because I'm cautious about hurting you
Twice is more than enough
My method of manliness
Is the reason why we're breathless
Why do I question?
The clock?
Because my big hand and your little hand has attracted
After we latched it
We traded keys
Your trembling knees
My laughter
Is assurance
That I plan to be here happily after
Just say yes
And i'll be here until the morning
Then i'll be here for the excitement, and I'll be around when it's boring
Not only appearing when I'm *****
I can taste the lineage because your family is supportive of my decisions
It's really late
For you to be afraid
The lights is out
But trust that I'm right here
Wiping your tears
Afraid of losing you
We're both scared
For you it's being hurt twice
For me it's hurting a woman again
It's too late
You basically said yes
By wearing my shirt as your dress
By not denying your head to my chest
Your temple to my peck
You finally mumble I'm the best
And only thing I had left to say is "yes"
"You make me so, so , so ... "
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
30 | 31 Poems for August 2017
I need coffee and poetry and music by Solange, Emeli Sandé and Floetry.
I need love and freedom, I need to know that God is in my life even when there’s pain in my eyes.
Our love and chemistry was beautifully overwhelming but I never wanted you to say goodbye.
You left without any warning, you left and I need to know the reason why while I keep listening to Cranes in the Sky.
I tried to drink it away but every time I did, I woke up the next day feeling intensely inebriated.
I have cried myself to sleep on days when the world was dancing to the rhythm of my melancholic heartbeat.
I have fallen in love with my own solitude, but lately loneliness has taken over every single part of me.
You still have my heart beating in rhythms that are foreign to my existence.
I find it useless spending all this time apart while we keep admiring each other from a distance.
I have been waiting for you to help me get rid of this miserable and lonely life of mine.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Planet Rock bumps the box
Cardboard floors, spin some more
Floetry lesson on every corner
Not old enough am I.
But jealous, yes I.
My windows open to times past
Times filled with hop & hip
Soul & Blues &
Rhythm too.
That music for the soul,
Music that fills the streets,
Music filled with love, peace and chicken grease.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
I became a lost soul
and you had already been lost
in the midst of darkness
we found each other
in the midst of our words
our ******* words, you know
they have power
so much power
and as the days went on
the nights got longer
our weakness turned to love
our love became stronger
I gave in
to what I said I wouldn't
I tried to hold back
sadly I couldn't
and here I sit
missing something that
...never was
and hoping
for something that
....never could be
because I love you
and i miss you
and becoming engaged
in floetry
wasn't only for me
like you had presented
it to be
...ha.
not such a fool I am,
you see?
I love myself enough
to know I have an addiction
to things that give me life
to feelings that are
different
oh the ache
oh the pain
you devoured my soul
into your wretched world
and I felt safe
...I felt safe
bleeding these words
on a screen
licking my wounds
until the sin
is washed clean
you cannot hear my screams
you'll never see my tears
though it is killing me slowly
to walk away so lonely
but I have a heart
...a heart to shield
to keep it beating
I must rule the day
you truly are such
a gentleman
a lovely beaut
wrapped in a lie
soaked in a cheat
and u can't even see
your own deceit
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
I went to a manufacturing firm at Ends and Heaven, where all things beautiful are made, and I witnessed that God does still create angels - this all happened as I looked into her eyes
I looked into her eyes and to my surprise, she saw a warrior in me who was kind enough to give a heart
I have been inspected, feelings are overflowing, I am infected
Sitting in the garden by a tree,
idling around writing idylls as an idiot in love spitting riddles
She is a puzzle, I put together the pieces and she fits a flawed perfection,
I have been guided by the Spirits of Light hence this selection
Is she the one or another, that's the question
I am a victim of repetitive infatuation, have I been loving or just fumbling into dramatic situations?
There is a silver lining in the clouds,
what story does it write? for I have scars and marks
so ****** I can use them as ink to spill these pages with poetry
I leave my DNA in the web of floetry, does she fly (the chosen), will she flow with me?
Stung and hung, the air of love fills my lungs
Am I falling or disappearing?
Looking into her eyes, do I wink like a fool or just keep staring?
Oh love a lump so lush leaves me longing for a luscious lively touch of love and things as such...
An eternal brush, the breath of the Angel of Love.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
Rythmic movements move the very essence that is floetry
Coitaly stimulating your senses to the highest degree
Now can WE reach ******** jisms like a piano key?
Vibe.......like a volcano meeting a tsunami?
I just want to cool off together and create islands of our destiny.....
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Feed my voice with your name,
let me wash away your purple rain,
and fill your pleasures with my pain,
until we feel each other in vain.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
#1 | Heartbreak in Hatfield
You left me hanging like Da Vinci’s paintings on the walls of the Louvre.
But I could never manage to transform my heartbreak into a masterpiece.
I need good wine, good friends and music by Solange, Emeli Sandé and Floetry.
I need to know that love and freedom are in my life even when there’s pain and heartbreak in my eyes.
I took the bus from the CBD all the way to Hatfield just to free my mind and get some loving from you.
Let’s listen to our favourite songs while we reminisce about the love and happiness that we’ll never get back.
Happiness is an elusive feeling and I have been numb to it for some time now.
You know how depression, loneliness and heartbreak fit me well like a glove.
It has been a while since I’ve heard from you, too many days since February.
Too many days since I’ve been patiently waiting so I had to give up eventually.
I took the bus from the CBD all the way to Hatfield just to see you every Wednesday morning.
Every Wednesday morning, I was mourning the deaths of loved ones by celebrating the gift of life.
Too many days since February, I’ve been waiting for you to come and find me.
No amount of morphine could ever ease my pain, I am just trying to feel and find love again.
I took an Uber from the CBD all the way to Hatfield just to free my mind and get some loving from you.
Let’s listen to our favourite songs while we reminisce about the love and happiness that we’ll never get back.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
To write and communicate a message is a privilege
I have been recently learning about the true meaning of music
and you know much like in books, it is a communication process
or a conversation, if you will.
The writer's pen is on a marathon to catch the chariots of fire
Ascending and transcending; documenting, I feel the passion of the ART
I breathe in the good and exhale vowels and consonants
Showered with uncommon common sense, I feel the love bleed
I am taken on these heavenly steeds and I observe galactic creeds
A Harmony of colonies surrounds me, and I know that Divinity lives
There are Pirates and all sorts of thieves, who wear cloaks and carry knives
But not the steel cutting kind but the soul-piercing blinds
In a place of truth and clarity, The Angels will souls find
and Heaven is a place next door
Above the skies we will soar
They will choke and abhor those who do not conform with God's Norm
But The Divine Creator loves us all, so they too will heal and come into their rightful form
With these goals crested in bars of gold, I remember poetry
Though the posts may seem blurry at first but I remember poetry
I may die some day if not today but I will carry the floetry
I may decay and my contempt or bad reputation may dissipate but I flow with Poetry
In the shadows of dust and darkness where forlorn hope may be the only globe, I shine with the Els and its forebears, the Titans of old
Never arrogant but always present and grateful, I remember poetry
Shackled and wrestled, beaten and butchered, I remember poetry
The meanings channeled on a carousel, I decipher and thank poetry
With the last word a sword to bore nonsensical spores where imbalance tore, I REMEMBER THAT POETRY IS MY HOPE. And God Knows, if not I'll show and worthy of anything; that which is due will be bestowed. I REMEMBER POETRY.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
Poetry is floetry
Poetry sows
Poetry is wizardry
Poetry invokes
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC