"freezy" poems
That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!
The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!
Those big dope eyes,
That Stupid nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!
Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your stupid buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!
I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
The bell rang,
Flowers bloom,
The dragon sang,
And everything is doomed.
Flowers dried out,
Heavy rain fell,
Every organism pout,
Nothing is well.
The volcano erupted,
Lava covered the plains,
The trees are busted,
All felt pain.
The sun shone,
Freezy wind blow,
The flower stands alone,
And will never glow.
Petals are blown,
Will never be mold,
The wind moans,
And the flower folds.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Little conversation as we start,
In a freezy night in a moon full of stars.
Time fast ticking seems slow we don't mind,
As changing thoughts crossing through our minds.
A whole night spent,
As likes, dislikes, opinions have been shared.
Never clear what it has meant,
Of a feeling that's destiny had been lit.
A day or two had flown,
As second meeting had been drawn.
Reddish cheeks had been worn,
Which smiles last and heart freed from thorns.
Never it has longed where love was born,
Laughter's overflown and sprinkled to a new morn.
That sparkling eyes mirrored the happiness that blown.
Hearts were bind which loneliness nowhere to find.
A new story starts,
Where two people cannot be apart.
May the sweetness last as love runs to thy happy hearts,
As the story goes on where journey has many to tell.
Come and see, as Siquijor take you free.
Where love I see is extraordinary.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
We are like
leftover love for dinner
have a bit,
winner, winner,
I have a Magic Kitchen
it's really bitchin'
& so bewitchin'
so much better the next time,
or prepared inside a rhyme,
add a bit of needed time,
reheated for
when it's breezy
or even freezy,
warm and cheesy
easy peasy
nice & squeezy,
accompanied by
a simple salad
a soft playing ballad
we have some
arugula dressed up
& maple roasted roots
emmmm,
so yummy yummy,
for my tummy,
making yummy memories
& love...
a private room for two,
right here a there is a booth,
in lovely pomegranate vintage dresses,
my lovely silken raven tresses,
lips taste of the sweetest wine,
my tongue & you are intertwined,
followed by
Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Sunday's,
& once again love
on Mondays,
every day with you a funday,
would you be
my love come one day?
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
The golden sun shine,
which gives power,
takes the thoughts of mine,
like a freezy shower.
My thoughts are running,
running and stunning!
The sunshine it's longing,
the gold it's belonging!
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
Her eyes, deep brown with a taste of gold
her hair like amber, and her hands so cold
beautiful like the setting sun
she must be and angel, she must be the one
but there is one thing that you did not know
a thing she does not like to show
Her life was hard and never easy
she had many nights that were cold and freezy
that she had to share to other men
just to make sure to afford the rent
She does sell love, it destroys her inside
and it gets worse by every night
all those men and desiring glances
that look at her body while she dances
Her life could have been easy, could have been nice
but destiny already rolled the dice
She lived on the street since she was a child
and noone helped her, no one did mind
the only thing that she had on the streets
has been her beauty to cover her needs
and so it started, because no one cared
about the beautiful girl and her begging stares
now its too late to help the young lady
her hair is messy and her eyes are shady
Shes caged in her mind and will never forget
what she has become, what she does regret
An angel
with a broken halo
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
LIFE IS SO EASY,
SOMETIMES IT'S SO FREEZY;
SOMETIMES IT IS FUNNY,
BUT SOMETIMES IT IS DEADLY;
IT ALL DEPENDS ON ,
HOW WE CARRY ON;
OURSELVES IN THE PATH----
CREATED BY GOD...................
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC