"gushy" poems
The scorching of the sun diminished
Black clouds fluffed up the skies
Thunders and lightning hit the drums of change
New winds have traversed in
And the trees danced to their gushy choir
Pearls of rain drops fell down to earth
And the sands have welcomed them with joy
Behold! I have arrived.
The monsoon said.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Ah the perfect boy
Mushy and gushy, all human like, with normal human skin, and smile
Scratch that
Heavy body armor, brandishing a sword, born in the mid 15th century
Hmmm, no
Aluminim for hair, copper in his head, lack of understanding of any type of human emotions
That's not right, no
How about
Scales?
Not possible
Gills?
Smells fishy
A being of pure light energy?
Sigh, beyond my comprehension
I guess I'll just get
A pet rock
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Submissiveness:
give into man. silence yourself. his word is final. rush to his beck and call when he is angered. we are wrong. man is dominant, and woman is soft. if man is the bone, we are the gushy cartilage cushioning his fall. body dominated and composed of bone, but we are the organs that keep the body functioning. forever being transplanted, while our men are broken. submit.
Purity:
save yourself for man. wait for him with all your white so you are not tainted. innocence upheld. it is all for him, only him. wait for him to take it all, whenever he desires. be pure.
Domesticity:
the home calls our name. it is our calling. our knees bound to scrubbing, hands tied to kneading because our family needs us. we are to be the slaves of our homes just as we were to the white man. permanency of pressing collars that are not our own. domestic labor.
Piety:
we come from the rib of adam. without the presence of man we, ourselves would not exist. for this reason, we worship. we worship to reiterate our purity, to maintain our sanity when others challenge our virtues of womanhood. the lord is our shepherd. we uphold our lord. besides our husbands, he is all that we shall want.
womanhood.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
coffee breath,
9:42,
violet pigment under eyes,
tiresome sighs.
three hours and forty- one minutes of sleep,
my mind says no,no,no,no
my eyes are heavy
and so is my mood
heart sunken deep as eye bags
wondering if you actually care.
those blue-green eyes,
are they analyzing my feelings,
or algebra?
i just want you to feel the same way,
which is a way i have never felt before
mushy, gushy, stupid poems,
hopeless, delicate Juliet searching for Romeo in her peripherals
little Juliet, wake up, wake up,
go be the lioness you're accustomed to be
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
Don't get me wrong,
the mushy- gushy, shy tender first moments of love are important.
But too many people have spent their lives writing about it.
Comparing the beginning of love to:
budding flowers,
sunrise,
summer,
the list goes on and on.
I say this not to be critical, as I too have spent hours writing about first encounters, and awkward yet tender first kisses and the beginning of love stories.
But I will spare you another poem about the honeymoon phase.
Society teaches us that "love" is always romantic and it's not real if it doesn't look and feel like a Nicholas Sparks novel.
If we aren't feeling butterflies and being swept off our feet, then it isn't worth our time.
Or, that our partner is wrong for us, if these attributes should fade over time.
However, I have learned that society's version of love, is the version that sells, it's embellished to attract the masses.
At the end of the day sometimes all love is,
someone who checks up on you,
someone who asks about your day and is genuinely interested.
It's the person who has your back through thick and thin,
who would never abandon you because they are angry or disappointed in you.
It's time we as a society look a bit deeper than the surface of such a complex emotion and understand that love isn't always about blushing and stealing kisses in the dark.
It's also about having a hand to hold, when you feel like it's you against the world.
It's time we let the honeymoon phase become a perk, but not the definition of love.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
Mushy, mushy brains and *****
Mushy mind, lets go have sushi
Mushy words that dont mean ****
Mushy gush and saggy ****
Mushy NEEDLE collapsing veins
And acinar cells that stopped working
Your mushy, mushy gushy crap
And please shut up you're whacky whack
Rotting from the inside out
Just sat No... with your mushy mouth
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
i stand at low tide, heart receding
my toes squishing gushy sand
tiny skyscrapers rise up and fall
toes press downward
seeking purchase
i look out and see the mudflats
teaming with the small creatures of life
digging their way deeper
to find a tiny surge of water
the solace of home
a thimbleful of water
so trivial
so significant
my heart lies thirsty
as I dig down further
seeking my own surge.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
:)
1. tell all of your problems to a tree; it’s not going to answer back but it will love you
2. stuff your face in a pile of snow
3. get up and dance when there is no music playing
4. stand infront of the mirror with one hand cooly resting on your hip and the other hand pointing at yourself, and then wink at yourself like you’re the most attractive babe out there
5. stop everything you’re doing and speak in gibberish until you laugh
6. paint with your toes to Beethoven
7. roll around on the floor for a few minutes; move furniture around so that you have plenty of space to do so
8. bake someone you are fond of cupcakes and surprise them out of the blue
9. pick a ton of wonderful flowers and hand them out to strangers that pass by
10. when you’re stubborn, stuck, in pride, in pain, in mind, tell whoever your head thinks it concerns these 4 lines in a row and nothing else;
"I love you
I’m sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you”
(Hoʻoponopono)
11. buy yourself a yummy ice cream cone
12. go swimming alone and let your body flow and be one with the water
13. write a real old fashioned letter to your mother or father telling them about yourself and that you love them
14. stand outside in the pouring rain until your clothes soak; and make sure you’re barefoot so that gushy mud can get between your toes
15. go to a park with a swing-set and just swing by yourself
16. make yourself a big beautiful breakfast in the morning
17. give your friends meaningful hugs that last a very long time
18. read a passage or two in The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
19. shut off your Netflix and go on a bike ride in the middle of the night
20. hug yourself and kiss your hands and your arms and stroke your hair and tell yourself aloud “I love you; I love me” over and over again
21. breathe deep into your belly like a Buddha instead of shallow into your chest
22. go to another city/province/country/continent on your own for at least a week
23. don’t shy away from holding someone’s hand or kissing them if you think it feels right
24. hold a baby in your arms
25. drink a glass of water
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
I'm just trying to teach you what the real world is
Get angry at who ever lied to you
Your heart is too gushy and mushy for this world
You will get crushed
And left at the door to be used as a mat
I have a heart of steel
I am not insensitive to be a ****
But to help and mold you to show you what the real world is like
I'm preparing you
I trick you into falling in love with me
But then I break your heart
To show you that you can't trust anyone
Never be afraid to speak up
I am an insensitive, teasing son of a gun
But I will make your heart as strong as lead
I wil turn you into the strongest bottle of whiskey
And then you will know why I was so insensitive
I will forever be burdened with the thought of losing you
I was your first love and your first heartache
Now you know what I'm really like
My poor dear darling
She was so easy to talk to
She was my best friend
She knew who my dream cowboy was
But now I have to live with the thought that I broke her heart
Hopefully she'll think of me
Even if it is a sad blue song.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Cherubs wrestle animals to death
and shoot arcing arrows across the sky
it’s a love poem
about love
aww
every car parked on the street
has an owner
and that owner walks around the same city streets
looking for the same answers
standing on rained out rooftops
cherishing the brief respite from the grind
another person
whose fingers intertwine with their own
so perfectly
they must’ve been conjoined twins
separated at birth by chance
I could ramble on about the look of innocence
in a child’s eyes, but spare me the gushy stuff
it’s more about the chase than the checkered flag
and we’re all in the race
and there’s no such thing as last place
just those who take it at their own pace
so enjoy it
you’ll be dead within seventy-five years
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
from me tonight
mind riddled
with thoughts run amuck
thunder claps punctuate
my well worn worries
while rain pelts
strong enough
for gushy Spring grass
fills ditches
spilling over
with purple wildflowers.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Guy who's like me
She says would be
The perfect man for her
One who writes sonnets
Love writ large upon it
She says she would treasure and keep
Courageous but kind
A deep thoughtful mind
She claims that she seeks for a mate
Romantic and loving
Respectful not shoving
She lists as her prerequisites
Found me last week
Took a walk on the beach
And sent me home packing today.
She says that I was
Too 'gushy' because
A courageous romantic is weak.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 6:00 AM UTC
Let me tell you the story of how I fell in love with all the little things you do. Let me tell you how it started the night of our first car date, when you wouldn’t let me walk in the rain. Let me tell you how grumpy I get without breakfast, and how you know that, so you’ll stop to buy me something if you know I went to work without any. Let me also tell you how much it means when you cook me breakfast, and I get out of the shower and it’s done and waiting for me. And let me tell you about when you tried so hard to make the magic toast your mom makes that I love, and you failed utterly, but how cute it was when I pictured your mom giving you that cooking lesson. Let me tell you about your “good morning beautiful” texts and how I wait all morning for them, and they make me smile instantly every single time. Let me also tell you about your support, and how much it means to have someone special always there cheering for me and my dreams, even when I’m not quite sure exactly what they are. Let me tell you about how I hate both doing dishes and seeing them pile up, and when you did them for me that one morning I was so grateful. And let me tell you how much I liked walking into the kitchen and seeing you there at the counter, because I got a glimpse of our future. Let me tell you about the time you ran me a bubble bath and lit candles all around it and sat with me while I relaxed. And let me tell you about the morning I left, thinking you were close behind me, but you stayed to hide little notes all over my house. And let me tell you about finding those notes for a freaking month, and how each one made me smile and light up, a welcome reminder of your love. Let me tell you about you washing my laundry on your day off, doing my chores when you should have been relaxing. Let me also tell you, I’m not much of a flower-loving girl, but the evening I left work to find my favorite flowers sitting in my car was such a sweet surprise. And let me tell you about when you dip me low and kiss me deeply, and how I’m kind of scared of falling but **** is it romantic. Let me tell you how I never know how to react when you start singing gushy songs to me because all I can do is blush-but baby, please don’t ever stop. And let me tell you about the times I was oh so very sad and you put on music, took my hand, and slow danced with me until all I could possibly feel was loved. Let me tell you how some of my favorite moments are in the car because you rest your hand gently on my leg as you drive. And let me tell you about how I feel when we’re lying in bed wrapped around one another, legs like pretzels, and just as I’m drifting off I feel you caress my face, smooth my hair, and kiss me gently. Let me tell you, I could go one forever about the little things you do, because I fall in love with you more every single day, with every little thing you do.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
early morning skies
pour cooling spring rains
thunder rumbles and grumbles
I am not yet asleep
from last night's late endeavors
lightening streaks through
the window shades
keeps my eyes too well lit
steady torrents make wells of mud
all the places our pups love to lie in
today will be
a wet dog smell kind of day.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
I think I have a problem.
( I know it’s hard to believe )
I think I have a problem
( I’m not trying to deceive )
Logic is the tool I use
( I work it out in my head )
Logic, truth and not a ruse
( Thru the day and in my bed )
My heart however, is in such a state
( Weepy, gushy, full of *** and vee )
My heart disrupts my logic rate
( My head wonders what may be )
It happens to me night or day
( My heart powers the words I need )
My mouth voices what my heart must say
( Disrupted logic, it will not heed )
At times it seems I blurt things out
( And blurt them I sure did )
Taking time to think, is down the spout
( I’ll say things I should have hid )
Please remember why I’m the way I am
( I know it’s hard to see )
For my heart, it is the problem
( I’ll warn my head of what may be )
Dan Gray
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
Plunged in the dead center
Gasping, grasping, asking for air
Pooled goo globed inside of you
Sit inside a pool of gushy goo
Dipping deeper unable to move
Your lungs collapse, mini heart attacks
The fear turns black, Swimming recklessly
Pushing, and pulling, budging, and shoving
Stuck in your mind - unable to twitch a limb
Thickened - weighed down - trapped - sinking......
Will you be mine? My Sticky slime valentine?
Take me in my shape ?
I could not, Unable, Incapable.
I could not say for the goo has gotten it's way.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
He irritates me.
Bothers me,
Annoys me,
Angers me,
Talks down to me at times,
But I still love him!
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of him.
Not in the romantic, gushy way,
But rather in a best friend way.
He's sort of the older brother that I've always wanted,
But was never blessed with.
I never know how to act around Lesnau...
Will I say something to offend him?
Or maybe he'll think of me differently.
It's odd,
Because he doesn't know much about me.
I usually let my teachers get to know me,
And I get to know them.
But that's not how it is with Lesnau.
I want to know him better.
Believe me,
I do.
But Lesnau is somewhat of a closed book...
He only lets us in on certain things.
But why
Why be so secretive?
C'mon Lesnau...
Lemme in!
Because I'm knockin' at your door!
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
i never espoused a conspiracy theory about it
"they dont want us to write"
but it is more of a dare
a triple dog dare
for when youre filled
and when youre boiling over
then, make it so that its hard to read
elusive dodgy and half true
undone and part mean
gushy
lump-throated
i dare you
triple dog
say a single true word
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
in my sleep i always cry
the bleeding in my heart will never dry
you cracked the code into my mind
and from your love i became blind
you never held me in your arms
you act like you belong in the farm
respect i rarely saw from you
my heart turned from red to blue
lies are what i tell myself
when i put our picture on my shelf
i wish i got to hold your hand
the thought of you i can barely stand
everyone laughs when we're brought up
but nobody knows youre the one i want
my spine dances when your name is said
but deep down i know our future is dead
what i would do to be your love
my heart just flutters like a dove
the thoughts of us are pretty mushy
youre the only reason i act s gushy
in reality this is not who i am
your face makes my eyes pour like a dam
i wish i really didnt love you
cant you see you and i equal two?
youve made my heart a mess
and i've failed your test
i cannot lie
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
your bangs were silken in sweat, my mind was spinning slowly. i ran my fingers through your thick hair and you rested your hands on the small of my back. i felt the blood in my kneecaps buzzing and my heart heaving blooms that began to burst out at the seams of my hooded coat. you didn’t notice that my eyes were tinted red due to an inner-force, aside from the drugs that i took with you. that night, one of our most jubilant, was when i had my first of bad trips. you were going to leave when the lights cut back on and the music stopped blaring. oh, how i wish you could make me feel as adored as the girls who sing about mushy-gushy love constantly. instead, i am anxious; lying on the bedroom floor at 4 AM without you sighing sweet, scalding lies onto my neck while you bruise my gaunt, upper thighs with the cusp of your unyielding palms.
lust is the only thing we’ve become accustomed to and i suppose that’s why we’re just another broken pair in seattle. i’m exasperated due to putting my utmost effort into this fire that will never burn just as bright as others would. i’m dwelling on the thought of someone that is no longer you, a monochromatic illusion of what was. love isn’t built between those lips of yours, anymore. there is an abundance of doubt.. that i will never discover the cold shoulder that you possess and the exuberant ferocity of dominance i fit under so well. though, i cling to a sliver of hope. i would like to proudly make amends and surpass the idea of you. let’s just keep it to ourselves but i won’t long for those qualities, that you possess, in someone else.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
My heart has a mind of it's own
When it thinks of you the palpitations control my bones
For lack of better words my veins are smitten with the thought of your fingertips cascading down my arms
Effortlessly you infiltrated my mind
I'm not talking about the thought of you,
I'm talking about your undeniable essence
It's like an unforgettable scent
I can feel you when you're not here with me and that terrifies me
This is not a ballad about my gushy love affair
This is a poem about how I found love when I needed it most
I found love in the deepest corners of my mind the widest depths of my soul and on every inch of my body.
Inside and out, you make my skin crawl in a way that begs to be silenced by the reassurance of how magical your touch may be
For one effortless month my mind has been condoned to wonder what it would be like to hold you
What it would be like for you to whisper I love you in my ear
What it would be like for my eyes to beg you to kiss me
It's the tension that will eventually set us free
You are the love song in forefronts of my mind that never stops playing
You are hopeful wishes and butterfly kisses and 3 AM dancing in the rain
With you I want to commit all the cliches
I wouldn't mind getting arrested if we could share the same chains
I wanna feel your breath on my neck while we're driving in my jeep
And when my eyes get wide and we find ourselves barrelling down the interstate at 82 miles per hour
Put your hand on my thigh and squeeze accordingly
Tell me to ease off the gas
Say that there is no rush
This isn't a race
Tell me you love the way I hold the steering wheel
Then kiss me on the cheek
Leave no room for doubt
We can take this slow if you want to.
But baby I'm afraid I won't want to
My heart's predisposition to dive out of my chest headfirst into your hands has my stomach in a bind with butterflies.
Point is
I have no idea where this road map of life is gonna take us,
But I sure as hell need you to be my copilot.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Is what I want
I can feel it now a little, had it once
just kind of side by side for awhile
just check each other out, not keep a file
let things unfold in a relaxed normal way
I want you as my friend
first of all
that's the only ways it's ever worked for me
I guess it's not the most gushy and romantic
or the most tantric or spiritual or connected and then rejected
Just a natural kind of thing, that comes easily
to my being
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
I feel like I'm five years old again.
**Trusting the world like everyone's a ******* saint.**
But I can't help it,
If I shut it all out, I would push them away again.
I am no romantic, but they have my heartstrings,
And they're playing them like we've never seen better days.
I wish I knew what to say.
My life's out of control,
I'm a heartfelt mess.
All this gushy bullshit's gone to my head.
But I don't see a way out ,
My eyes are closed
I want to be left in the dark,
With only you to hold.
Even as I scrawl this ****
I don't know what I'm saying.
All I know is that you're to blame,
But it's no one's fault,
This isn't a problem.
I haven't felt this way since the beginning of time,
And I'm finding that I finally give **two ***** about life.**
I won't give up,
Not on you,
Not on me.
Not on **these *crazy ******* feelings* that I can't believe.**
Because I want to feel this,
It feels like hope,
And maybe, JUST maybe,
My life isn't a joke.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Why can't love be like a romance novel?
All mushy gushy with all that love this and love that.
Never an unhappy ending
Never an unhappy protagonist
Why can't love be as easy as saying "I love you"?
Simple and sweet
Flowing off of my tongue rather than caught in my throat
Why can't there be second chances with love?
To resurrect what I once took for granted
To begin again rather than sitting in the past
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC