"kissable" poems
people seem to move their lips
but
nothing
ever
comes out.
well, that's not exactly true.
words escape
like dead leaves
in a windstorm
but like leaves
they
flutter
and flurry
useless things.
a pretty painted kissable lip
tempts
no one
when the words it drops like bombs
explode
killing
the life
it
envied
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
You have the most beautiful smile
I haven't seen it in a while
But you know I miss you so bad
When you're not here I get so sad
It'd be nice if you'd come around
All the time I'm wearing this frown
It's so grey since you went away
And it gets worse everyday
Please come back
Bring color into my life again
Please tell me
It's not over, this is not the end
Please come back
I'll do anything to make you stay
Please tell me
They're all wrong and we won't end this way
You have the most kissable lips
You make my heart start doing flips
I can't be sad when you are near
You make me smile from ear to ear
It'd be nice if you'd come around
'Cause since you left I've been so down
The sun has set and gone away
And it gets darker everyday
Please come back
Bring color into my life again
Please tell me
It's not over, this is not the end
Please come back
I'll do anything to make you stay
Please tell me
They're all wrong and we won't end this way
They're all wrong and we won't end this way
Not today, please stay, don't go away
Please stay, don't let it end this way
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Non compartmentalized, thus trenchant...
an unbeknownst poetic
songbird picked its patch of blue to fly home
to.
A wet one, soppy...one-offed and kissable sun,
monk-ocher... presents its only case...clearly through
him...to you.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
That smile.
That smile that makes me forget an argument.
That laugh.
That sweet laughter.
That eases the moods we both gets in.
Is it any wonder?
That we so compatible.
You fit me.
I fit you.
Two lovers responsible for one another's happiness.
Those eyes.
Those eyes that brings a smile unto my face.
Loving you is a pleasure.
And a moment with you is never a waste.
Yes, that smile.
Plus those eyes has me hooked.
And I never even mention those lips.
Which are so kissable.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
whispers the stubbly face of the old grandpa,
or I'll blow fierce little airs all over your rigidly
pretending-to-be-asleeping cute little facey,
then tickle your kissable little
lips
and make farty noises
for the rest of the day
she, irresistibly, bursts out laughing
like the roaring lioness she be,
whose cubs might be threatened,
and laughingly squeals, oh poppy!
it's all your fault, you grumpy old poet,
you made me put the *** in my
peej's!
and how his son,
the father,
on permanent overwatch,
growls below annoyingly,
"great,
now we'll be late,"
and
threatens to tell the
attractive single second grade teacher,
upon whom
he has a semi-secret crushing,
to which
we two devils scream out,
"oh please, oh please"
knowing she will find it quite
charming, and maybe even him,
tooing,
the single attractive father-man
who, could be ripe for a
twoing
><
and poppy twinkles,
thinking that no
matter what you
call it,
that thing,
is all-around and
in~between us while
he changes the young lady's
sheeting
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
**
A strange shape; but human;
full feminine; half genuine; but lovable; kissable
A landscape of spicy make !
**
________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
Different faces.
Different stories.
So many faces
with different beauty.
Barbie face..
Smokey eyes..
Red kissable lips..
Skin color so white
Beautiful Famas face
all girls
would wish they have
Pink cheeks..
Tangerine lips..
Curly eyelashes
so fine
Beautiful bubbly face
can melt a man's heart
Ashame ladies hid
their faces
Shy having pimples
or any scars
Things signifies hardwork
Tells you ,you're strong
Face that reminds you,
*the true Beauty
is inside you're heart*
Face that tells you a story of
beauty
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
I think of you,
I Try to imagine what you'd do.
If you were beside me.
In this particular timing.
But it can be difficult,
You're just so kissable.
You distract me in an
Instant please don't become-
Distant, with me.
You see, I love thee,
And I wonder if,
You think of me..
Do you miss me too?
Because I'm losing sleep,
Just imagining how it'd feel to-
Embrace you.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
You're a pale blue crystalline
kissable atoms of structural perfection
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Once, I thought of you as one usually does
Of some sort of mythical being.
Your presence only in conversations,
Drunken confessions,
A slightly blurry photograph on a phone,
Your name becoming a by-word for
Intense ****** attraction.
Once, I met you at the discotheque,
Your raven hair swirling around a
Black-clothed, willowy frame
As you partook of your personal bacchanal,
A private smile meant for my companion
On your kissable lips
And in your unfathomable eyes.
Once, you left me tongue-tied and shy,
Blushing furiously as I searched in vain
For words that usually
Happily danced on my tongue.
We left each other that night
Without having spoken past polite greetings,
And I was bitterly regretful.
Once, I decided to love myself,
And began to become almost beautiful,
Shedding layers of flesh and fear
And though I had long forgotten your face
I resolved that were I to see you again,
Both smiles and sentences would
Easily flow and you might learn of me.
Once, I took that risk,
Sending you a message full of sarcastic
And clever comments laced with charm.
This time I was ready
To set aside all of my misgivings,
Ignore your intimidating beauty,
And let myself peek through and smile.
Once, I thought it utterly impossible
That someone like you may notice me,
But after a year of meditation and peace,
I now know I was too afraid to be noticed.
Even if you lose interest and look elsewhere,
I still consider this quite the triumph,
For you were part of why I searched for myself.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Her blond hair is thick and flowing
Like her voice which calms the senses
Her lips are red, pouty and kissable
Her figure is curvy yet proportioned
Her disposition is sweet, polite and kind.
And I am wrong, aren't I?
To let her captivate me even as a woman
Because you noticed what I said earlier
And she glanced back at you and smiled
And I let her take you away from me.
She's beautiful, isn't she?
That's why you made her your wife
And not I...
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
If, one day, a fairy went to my room and grant me a wish, I would ask her to give a one day tour at fairy tale land.
First, I will seek Cinderella and introduce her the new released washing machine. I will give her an elegant Primadonna shoes and create an escalator in Prince Charming's castle for her convenience.
Next, I will wake up Aurora from her nightmare with my full blast metallic rock music. I will give her the gift of gorgeousness and she will be called "The Sleeping Gorgeous".
I will look for Rapunzel's hidden castle and give her a new pixie cut hair. I will suggest her to have an elevator in her elevated castle. I can endorse her Prince the microphone, so it would be effortless for him to shout "Rapunzel! Let down your hair".
I will also go to Snow White and add bananas, mangoes and cream to her apple and give her the recipe of fruit salad. To maintain her white skin, I will give her BB cream and cherry red lipstick from Mac, for her kissable lips.
Lastly, I will take a photo with the fairy tale characters and post it on Instagram, with a caption "TOUCH DOWN! FAIRY TALE LAND"
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
In the dark mirror of my mind,
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
It was never meant to be,
Misty mornings by the lake,
Standing alone, looking at the sky,
Holding a glass of rye whiskey,
It was never the way I planned my life,
You're a mystery in my life,
Not my intention,
I got very brave, these last days,
Bold enough, to capture your gaze in my heart,
Lost my discretion,
It's not what, I'm used to,
Just wanna try you on,
I'm curious to know if we will fit together,
Your sunrise reflection caught my affection,
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
The taste of your **** pouty lips,
Steamy mists rising in my mind,
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee just to try it
I hope my princess you don't mind it,
It felt so wrong,
It felt so right,
Don't mean anything, right?
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
No, I don't even know what's real,
It doesn't matter,
You're my alternative to life,
Just human nature, right?
Those sweet Korean girls they are so magical,
**** dark eyes, steamy silk hair, so kissable,
Hard to resist so touchable,
Too good to deny it,
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent,
It's not what,
Proper people do,
Not how they should behave,
My head gets so confused,
Hard to obey,
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
The fragrance of your shiny black silk hair,
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee in the rising mists of my mind,
I hope my princess you don't mind it,
It seemed so wrong,
It felt so right,
Don't mean anything, right?
Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
The sound of your passionate heart,
The feel of your exquisite neck,
Touching your misty reflection Choon-Hee,
I hope my princess you don't mind it.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
*
**
Focusing on a lovely face;
two lovable eyes zooms up
for a beautiful landscape;
you are now, a picture-scape !
Touching on a spicy body;
two kissable **** warms up
for an elegant green-scape;
You are now, a kaleidoscope !
*
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
www.williamsji.com
[email protected]
Monday, 04 th March, 2013
copyright: williamsji
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
Butterflies and crows circling the water
Dive
headfirst, closed eyes into the ocean.
Fly.
Rest easy
my
dearest;
how I've missed you
but only the physical things
only the ****** things
I'm objectifying you
(....how rude)
I'm riding on the waves of creation
fixating on free form and relation
with Self
Life is animated now, see the things
that we missed?
Life is kissable
It tastes salty and beautiful like seafoam
and sweet like spring blossoms
I'd offer you my hand again, but
last time you drug me down
This time I'll offer you sand instead,
and castles and sunshine
and smiles.
They're free,
you should try 'em out
sometime, baby.
There's no rush.
The sun will be waiting whenever
you wanna mosey over.
The time for moping is over.
Your misery can be over,
snap
That moment is over
That second is over
Your entire lifetime up to this point
is over
What's that you said about new beginnings?
Finding new things?
Dive in, head first, eyes closed,
towards those things you're seeking.
Don't ever stop
Don't
ever
stop
dreaming.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC
a boy told me:
I like staring at her dreamy hazelnut eyes.
I love caressing her slender body.
I want to stroke my long fingers on her brunette hair.
I fancy her snow white skin complexion.
I adore her kissable lips
and I'm yearning to give her my mischievous kiss.
and I told myself:
"I wish I am the girl he is talking about."
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
Madrid
and after the street salesman
conned you
out of coins
in your change
Mamie said
well put it down
to experience
we all get caught
at one time or other
and they have
brought forth
great art
and you stared at her
at her hair and eyes
and said
yes I guess
but you were still peeved
about it but then
thought of the night before
when you and she
had slept all night
in the coach
through France
and into Spain
she with her head
on your shoulder
making little
snoring sounds
sometimes talking
in her sleep
other times
turning towards you
with her mouth
slightly ajar
and her hair
in a mess
and you had moved in
on her and kissed
her brow
like one planting
a soft kiss
on a corpse
and that made you laugh
and she said
what’s so funny?
and you said
taking hold
of her hand
crossing a street
just something
entered my head
what?
she said
about kissing a corpse
you replied
what corpse?
and that reminded you
of the time they brought
your father’s body home
for the night before
his funeral and as
he lay there
in the coffin
your gran had said
kiss him goodbye
and so you did
and that stayed with you
the feel
and chilled skin
and how it didn’t seem
to be him
just a shell
but you loved him still
for all that
and when you told her that
she said
how sweet
and you gazed at her
at her eyes
and hair
and kissable lips
as you walked
the Spanish street.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
Well it's a big big system
And we all are the same
Don't need to be so petty, what is wrong
Is it OK if I give you a hug?
I may be a slacker, you may be a star
Don't be too busy, tell me your need
Though it's sleep o clock , though you still study away
So if you are crying
You can tell me if you're lying
You are a broken girl
I know
So don't worry
You won't lose me
I am your partner
It's just like you to worry and fear
For the future is bold
And your life is always told
Is it all right if I give you a hug
Don't be so crazy
Love you simply amaze me
You are so sweet and kind
That's why you caught my eye
A girl like you is very kissable
Your friends may disappear
But never fear, I'm always near
I am your patience
I am your kindness
You are my celebration
So if you are crying
Don't worry love I'm not lying
I will be there with
My arms so wide
Just leap inside
For our future is one desirable
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
Hands clasped, glued bodies, eyes glazed.
Your hands loose mine, the void possesses me.
You reach my hair, my face, my lips.
Your touch, so sweet, calm me
Sweet lips, lips soft, kissable lips.
Playful look, impeccable sense of mood.
Yours eyes wander around the room,
my body envy others.
Why did you stop looking at me?
Pain. Loss. Why?
Without yours, my lips have nothing to do,
except to await
until others appear to replace you.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
I know that face
That chiseled,
Rugged,
August,
Attractive face.
I know those eyes
Those deep,
Alluring,
Chestnut-colored,
Playful,
Romantic eyes.
I know those lips
Those full,
Inviting,
Indulgent,
Kissable,
Sensual,
Warm lips.
I know that smile
That genuine,
Broad,
****
Friendly,
Gorgeous,
Delightful,
Charming smile.
I know that voice
That intoxicating,
Soothing,
Gentle,
Silvering,
Admirable,
Enticing,
Witty,
Smoky voice.
I know that skin
That olive colored,
Tough,
Smooth,
Hot,
Touchable skin.
I know that body
That masculine,
Appealing,
Divine,
Fine,
Magnificent,
Ravishing,
Hard body.
I know those hands
Those strong,
Pleasing,
Gentle,
Captivating
Protecting,
Hard working hands.
I know that mind
That imaginative,
Creative,
Fun,
Beautiful,
Intelligent,
Always thinking mind.
I know that heart
That heroic,
Passionate,
True,
Faithful,
Strong,
Undying heart,
That loves mine
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Miryam meets you at the bar
of the base camp in Madrid.
She has an orange juice
and cereals
and a coffee chaser.
Did you sleep o.k?
you ask, sitting beside her,
with a coffee
and toast and cigarette.
Sure,
she says,
afterwards.
Her eyes light up
like lights
on a pinball machine
when it's played well.
You? she asks,
you sleep all right?
Sure, but the ex-army guy
wasn't too pleased,
me getting back in the tent
at that hour,
you say.
**** him,
she says.
No thanks,
you reply.
She sips the juice,
her lips hold the glass
as she drinks,
her mouth is fish-like
as she swallows.
You talk about
the ex-army guy's moans
about his mother's boyfriend,
how they don't
get along(he
and the boyfriend),
and how he feels
left out and how
he got thrown out
the army because
he was suicidal.
She sips,
and you watched
her eyes feasting on you
as they did
the night before,
and you recall her
********** in
the small space
of her tent,
the girl she shared with
off ******* some guy
she'd met on the coach,
the tall guy
with an Australian accent.
You watched her,
as you disrobed yourself,
the space throwing
you together,
each touching each,
kissing and **********
and kissing.
He still feel suicidal?
she asks.
Guess so,
you say,
tried to talk him
through it all,
laying there
in my sleeping bag,
half asleep,
listening
and talking to him,
eyes closing,
and his voice
becoming a drone.
Anyway,
he seemed happier after,
snoring not long after,
as I was laying there
thinking of you.
She eats the cereal,
talks about the girl
coming back
just after you left,
well ******
and happy,
glassy eyed,
giggling
and stinking of *****
You sip the coffee,
take in her small ****
pressing against
her coloured top,
flowers and balloons,
patterns, eye catching.
She begs a smoke
from your packet
and you nod,
and she takes one out
and lights up
from the red
plastic lighter,
the cigarette,
held between her lips,
kissable lips,
lickable.
Yes, it had been
a good night,
you and she
and someone
strumming a guitar
from the bar,
nearby,
loudly singing,
not far.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Girls as sweet as cream, as pastries
wispy, airy, baby fairy
Weeping girls with their lovely flushed cheeks
I stand before you and my knees grow weak
I stand before you, and my soul grows meek
Do you see my heart shatter like a dropped antique?
Cuz I’m small, but not dainty
Small, not faint of heart
too loud, too much, not enough and I know
You’d much better love a girl as sweet as apple ****
Cuz how can I be your Ophelia when my tragedy isn’t piteous?
and how could I be worth loving
if my body is so, so hideous?
Or if my lips aren’t kissable? My heart not worth devouring?
What beauty does a young girl have if she’s not worth deflowering?
Feb 11, 2022
Feb 11, 2022 at 12:42 PM UTC
*
When sensual arousal
emerge in a crazy,
childish mind,
my kissable lips
glow and blossoms;
my suckable nips
blow and grooms;
and my lazy,
spicy body becomes
a green valley;
where cherry
fruits grow and
ripe in autumn.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC