"kness" poems
And
You were just
Like the Moon,
So lonely, so
Full of imper-
Fections but
Just like the
Moon , you Shined
In times of , Dar-
kness.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
In my room alone,
I lay naked on my bed,
Magazines and videos - laid out nicely,
Not Andrex but Kleenex there instead,
I flick through the pages,
Holding on so tight,
While on the screen there's stuff obscene,
Ejoying this pleasing sight,
Up and down i gently rub,
'Til my head rolls back in bliss,
Faster, faster then i'll stroke,
Thinking of that kiss.
Wishing i were the one up there,
Getting ****** off by a pro,
Instead of spread eagle on my back,
I'd rather be getting a blow,
To have my **** ****** off by her,
The one with shaven lips,
To pull her close and enjoy the roast,
Driving at her hips,
Oh but alone i am with **** in hand,
Wanking myself to sleep,
But i know when i close my eyes,
The visions of you i'll keep.
So for now, content am i,
Playing with my ****
Shooting out my *** in streams,
And tasting it til i'm sick,
I wish that you were back here with me,
To give me such a treat,
Then on my kness, for you i'd go,
And surely find something to eat,
But i'm stuck with magazines and videos,
Of ladies eating out,
So that's my tale for all to see,
What wanking's all about.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
I have seen a lot of girls, some made me feel like ice,
This day, i dreamt of a pretty lady, her voice made me raise,
she got intellect, I drew the pillow closer with a smile on my face,
she was blessed with beauty, like a goddess from another race,
each time I drew closer to her, it flet like home,
I didn't want this to be over,
I could see the curiosity in her eyes, the love in her heart;
the mystery in her speech, I couldn't wait to unleash the dragon in me,
I have dreamed & dreamt & dreamt & dreamed,
of an angel, **** to the toe,
I may be an ordinary poet but I will make you rain again & again,
I wanna have my first child with you, travel the world & learn all the words,
you made me feel love like an electric shock,
well, now I can be sure how it feels like to love,
there is no law in love, its all a heart connection,
I have had convos with alot of girls, non like you,
now I'm grasping for air,
you remind me of someone, someone I used to love,
someone who I loved so much, I could mimick her motions
tho I love a girl with a fat *** & laps,
nevertheless I her tight,
our interractions weren't smooth, I think that is where we lost the attraction,
she was one a kind, the type that will make you fall in love & forget the laws,
she was stunned with beauty, everyone loved her,
her voice was like a melody, a theme song,
the type you would find in Romeo & Juliet,
tho I do regret we are apart now, cause every moment with her felt like bliss,
sometimes I reminisce, upon my kness,
she made me look like a phyco,
when we gathered around the circle,
I have never loved another the way I loved her,
she was my moon, my Sun, my rainbow,
but I have learnt one thing, greater things ahead,
I wish you well,
to the lady I saw in my dream, I know you are closer than I think,
I will keep penning till I find you.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Your eyes are like
magnets,
pulling me in,
your polar opposite.
You make me crave what
I shouldn't,
sweat in between
the sheets,
claws down our backs.
Make me feel you on
top of me, next to
me, inside of me.
Breath hard against my
neck, pull my hair
until my skull aches.
I want it, I want it,
I swear that I want it.
Be rough, be gentle,
take me as you may.
I'll be your
salve, your
little girl;
I will obey.
Promise to love
me,
and I'll stay
on my kness forever.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
I know I love you
I have signs, upset stomach
Heart rate
Weak kness to the point where I have to lean
On wall
As you beautiful
Hijack my body, soul and mind
And I enjoy having
On my mind
So beautiful and sweet.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
Skirt up ******* down, in the car park, behind the Grand
Seven drinks and she wants her fill, I hope she's on the mini pill!
Harder harder now she cries! His kness are bent she's 5 feet 5
He always thought she was a looker, he never expected he would f@@k her.
Less than five minutes its all over, he's once again deflowered a daughter.
She pulls him in for a kiss, he doesn't want to touch her lips.
******* up she walks away, he goes to tell his mates.
A few pints more he wants a kebab, who won the footy? I'll ave sauce on that!
Tomorrow morning will he remember? The night she chose you for surrender
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
you are cheering for the pakistani's,
who take over the feild.
The coin which decided our fate,
to bat or ball,
to win or to fall.
it was the the moment,
when people came on their kness,
when kids and their family come out on the streets.
when we pull the flag high in the sky,
to show are spirit,
we tell the world,"THIS IS THE PAKISTANI TEAM".
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Six years old and I fell from a tree
My scrapes kness were proof
As I told the story to the kids at school
My mother bandaged them up
And kissed me on the cheek
And told me I'd feel better in the morning
Nine years old and my father hit me
My mothers tears were proof
As she screamed at him at 2am
I hid in my room that night
As the doors slammed loudly
And my mother wasn't home in the morning
Twelve years old and I hated school
And my failed report card was proof
As I changed my "Ds" to "As" with pen
My mother never noticed
And I stayed up late every night
And I could barley get up in the morning
Fourteen years old and a boy broke my heart
And my crippled self worth was proof
As I poured my thoughts into a journal
That my mother never found
And my best friend patted my shivering spine
And told me I'd forget him in the morning
Sixteen years old and I'd given up
And the slits on my wrists were proof
As the blood trickeld on the floor
My mother followed the drops on the carpet
And she screamed when she found me
And this time there was no morning
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
I wanna punch a hole in a hole
make the blackest black
crawl inside
and sleep
this
is not insomnia
this is lust
twisted into the most frustrating knot
and dawned with the ugliest bow
lying in bed
I swear I can hear the ceiling crack
it is mocking me
incessant cackling
*I wanna tear this ******* room apart*
crumple walls and bury them beneath buckling kness
I cannot stay still
it's like I've been touched
and left to dry
aroused
then left to die
this is no way to end
my bones are starving hyenas
the bed, a watering hole
there is a slumbering carcass next to me
its flies
buzz tidings of sheep-filled fields
~utopias of sleep~
but I
am surrounded by night
no stars no sheep no sleep
only silence
but not dark enough
this hole is not dark enough
someone punch a hole in me
I need to get some sleep
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
i witnessed her
before the wind
and felt her
with the grassws
on her kness
disappearing
into the mystics
i believe
i see myself cry
look at the sea
and into the sky
as she just
stupefy
into the mystic
and when the
rain pours down
i want to
come in home
and when the
pain bring on
i want to
heal within
i don't want to
bear it now
wake back in
the slumbers
when she go away
hiding herself
into the mystic
wilting flowers
withering leaves
dew on the silk
with floating breeze
ah! why she always
have to vanish
into the mystic
@manauwer
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
She felt hurt when he betrayed her
She couldn’t describe the pain she felt, the way it made her numb to the point she cuts herself to make her feel.
She asked him, “Why would you hurt me like that?”
He responded, “because you gave me that chance to hurt you.”
Tears fell from her eyes, she fell down to her kness covering her ears because she has heard enough.
The words he said kept on repeating in her head like a broken record that she wanted to just smash until stopped.
Her heart pounded so hard that it made her want to rip it off her chest.
The hurt she felt destroyed her and up until now, the hurt remained.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I can't sleep for dreaming
Keeps my heart awake
I can't stop my mind thinking
Or my heart longing
To have you in my arms
Holding you while crying
Being there in your darkerst
Waiting out the storm
Pushing back the pressure
On your lungs
Give you time and space
A moment of pure
Unpainful breath
Dance with the monsters
Under your bed
Crawl with the demons
Under your skin
Hold my burning heart high
Use its flames
So you can see that your
Heart
Lost in the dark
Flows with only the purest
Colors of love
Nothing else
As beautiful as you
Every tear
Every pain
Every good
Every bad
Every piece
Of you
Has me
Falling
Farther
Down
Crushing
Down
To my
Kness
I'll never find
A better place
To be
Than with your
Heart
In good storms
And bad weather
Hurt with you
Share your tears
Drown with you
Till it clears
Hold your hand
With my heart
It beats
To be
With you
All of you
They way
You are
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
Have you ever felt so volatile
That you would beg God take your life Right here right now.
Struggling to stay postive but you just dont see how.
Life hits you with a Right hook, next a left hook, then shoots you 2 twice, pow pow.
Then you start Thinking to yourself, "Man Wow!"
As I look at my life I see nothing but shame and dishonor.
Father,
So many negative thoughts I Ponder
Then my mind begans to wonder.
Drowning in my own brain I became obstuct like i was sitting in the car, in the middle of a traffic jam, just stuck.
Down on my luck.
Fear and doubt would aggressively poke
And depression begun to grab me by my throat and I would violently choke.
In my tears i would soak because my wicked ways left me dead and broke.
I went astray, knowing that for my transgressions I would have to pay.
No matter what trials came my way.
I foughter harder and harder every day
So Finally I got on my kness confessingly I begun to pray.
Because my Spiritual Corruption lead me on a path of destruction.
So my life had to be taken in an abduction So I could hear God clearly when he gave his reintroduction.
From then on, Living to serve God became my function.
The Father, The Son, And the Spirit and I became 1 supernatural junction.
Now Im a believer Under construction.
I've accepted the Conversion.
Because I Know he Exist For Certain.
Suddenly my life started changing.
Order took place as things started rearanging.
Like clay in the hands of a potter he started molding and shaping me.
Remaking me a version of authenticity!
I share his truth declaring it with audacity, as he helps me walk according to whom he has predestined me to be.
Like an athlete going through reconditioning
My spiritual man is quickening.
My soul begans to Awaken.
With each biblical reading I take in.
There is healing from within.
It so Intoxicating like a kiss to the skin.
Just being cleansed from sin leaves you feeling Invigorating.
Going through this modification Ive seen much alteration.
God has remove things with the process of elimination.
Just as a butterfly going through metamorphosis is lesson in grade school education so is a spiritual journey of Transformation.
I'm becoming believer In Formation!
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
I am left with so much pain
The sadness takes over like cancer that can t be stopped
I wish i had words and power to make it stop
There no password or sun shine
Just the pain in my heart
As i watch my life slowly faded away
Can you helo me?
Do you have the key unlock
Or is my mind so far gone
I look as i am down on kness
Grab my chest as this sadness flows through
I miss your warm hands sound of hope in air
I scream break me free
I want rip my mask apart
Let my pain be go
The words inside my head
This never ending song that needs to end
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Told God.
How I sometimes preferred to die on my feet.
Than live on my kness.
He never replied.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
by ab
Checkin' on my ******* in the back
they’ve been flippin' on the side
How to go with the flow
Don't even know where it at
that’s fine
when we got the front porch
lookin like a couple dorks
peach pit in the palm of my hand
in hand in hand of another man
understand
never in my right mind
always had a feeling i would get left behind
At the edge of my seat
When i cant can’t stand the heat
Ill be ******* inside of the kitchen
And if you’ve been taken a listen
You know me no different
I spy I spy
I spy some corny guy
Caught the feels in a butterfly net
Wanna play birds and bees I bet
Want me on my kness I bet
Want to plant that seed I bet
Think I need to be reset
Is there something better yet
Feathers in my ribcage
Burning all the good sage
Think I would have been over this phrase
So what if I let you come and stay
Turns to nothing Anyway
What's the point roll this joint
Trouble hands we will anoint
Lavender wrist I do insist
Tell me you wouldnt even wanna slice of this
If you break my wrist you get my fist
I can get real busy for a pacifist
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
I am cursed.I don't know how much sorrow I can take.Hold me until I'm gone,until I leave my last breath.
Our hands always entwined and never apart.Our hearts exposed and our palms travelling through our soft breathings.Feel the sensations we carry.
No,it's not arousal.If it was arousal then there wouldn't carry any sympathy or even pity.I'm begging for several nights.I'm on my knees and waiting for your sweet embrace.
Your touch makes my eyes water and my mind ready to explode from it's many conspirancies. Conspirancies about love.Conspiracies about the future.
Oh how beautiful the wonders you have made.How pure thee are.
Thus,I'm building up myself.I'm preparing myself in order to face you.Face that unexpected comfort of yours.Face the rehabilitation of our romance.
Oh how many generations have been wasted.How much love has been gone through the ages.Through the stages of love.
Thus I'm still begging and crying and mumbling sweet nothings.But my words are filled with air and they can't fix what's broken.
And in the end I'm still on my kness,staring at the nightsky,eyes wet,voice sore from screaming,hands ****** from open wounds,and soul ready to fade from what is gone.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
for quite some time now i have been wondering how great men would think, plan and excute things.
what i should've been focusing on is his character.
The battles he fights regularly
his emotional strenghts
his weaknesses.
for he faces them everyday, until the day that his physical body ceases to exists
yet he still remains.
what makes him strong?
though he knows that he is still weak?
though he knows that some of his decisions were fatal, to say the least...
what makes him strong enough to face tomorrow?
or to face his friends and smile?
what makes him push forward
when everything around him:
his friends, relatives, situation
is running the other way...
what makes him walk an extra step? though his kness could've given up
1000 meters ago?
what makes him tick?
is it his pure will
and guts
and instinct?
or maybe, just maybe
he has gotten used to this battle...
that his body is moving involuntarily, to do what is right in the eyes of God
so what makes him tick?
when he is down, and his heart is frail...
what makes him smile?
surely it isnt a fake one
though crying would have been the easier option...
and quitting could have been the easier way out.
how much passion does he have?
so that he could withstand the coldness of every grim
... of being alone in his decisions...
what intensifies him? is it the goal?
what makes a man?
so that he could be strong willed
enough to make sacrifes again
and again and again
that though the earth beneath him is shaking, he still stands firm
so what makes a man... to become a rightful inheritor
of this gift...
which is called "calling"?
i know, i will not age
and lose my eyesight
before i see...
truly see...
and understand
what makes a man.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC