Penelopejayde Apr 2015
The upbringing of a person could lead to a frivolous publican.
A brother and sister are both witnessing the featherbrained fool.
This world we live in is a bit bamboozle

Escaping to a state of ecstasy with your purple kaleidoscope why don't we shape the future and use cinnamon soap.

With your undercoats it's an antidote for a hurtful situation
It's like we are burning in ice.
Your a magician but you can't stop stupid.

Adolescents knowing the need to finish yet they are taking over to much to cope.
So now they are discovering, considering, cinnamon soap.
My first poem
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
When you stepped in my door,
I realised I was Paradise
in my heart and soul.
You were so surefooted
because you came up from the high.
So long I longed for it.
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

The time was so sweet,
beyond anyone’s dream
only in pure beauty
I was rendering,
screaming to new highs.
I did it my way!
Lovely bouncing on
my polished pitch,
the rivers forget to flow
back to the seas.
But no one knew
where my toe melts!
Until you did
and took me for a tread
closer to your spring,
my sweet dream:
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

Your so pleased man wished
to rain down with love,
but humble you hid your feet!
You blinded the moon, snowed it
away under seven seas.
No wonder it's
your winning footing.
Like the Prophet said:
I found me the heaven
beneath the mother’s feet.
O Fathima, only on your feet!
rd Jul 24
Your words touch me
    in the most intimate places..

                      Feeling

                      Kissing

                      Healing
AIA Dec 2015
I miss your kiss,
Your sweetest kiss,
Your deep kisses.
Your kiss that made from the heart. I miss it!
Every time you brush your lips into mine,
I feel like cloud nine.
I miss your kiss,
the way you move your mouth into my neck and bit my collarbone...
it really sends me shivers.
I miss your kiss,
Your passionate kiss that made me drown.
I miss your kiss,
The intensity of your kiss that made me dizzy.
I miss your lips,
the lips that I've always wanted to taste.
Your kiss...
Yes, your kiss is my heaven.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
Hidden within the earthy depth
only emerges with time
only dances in tangent
now slips out with the butterflies.  
Now the nightingales singing aloud!

One has spoken out, one blew
a kiss out off the dark seed.
Ah, what then broke through?
Up from the sky the blue-nymph  
dropped down on the scene!
One that hid blurring that's image
on the mirror is that now been seen?

Pouring rain singing down to primulas
paints it with all the colours of the wind
now the Spring picked up her paintbrush.

Rain some colour blow a kiss of the flower
paint it out of the mirror!
cynthia Feb 2017
you kiss me the way
the breeze kisses
the treetops
and all I can think is
*how refreshing
writerReader Jan 2015
our lips
touched and
I tasted blood
as we
kissed
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