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"lingeringly" poems
I made a list of all our kisses, starting with just ‘kiss’ Which in the heat of passion was italicized like this: kiss, then emphasized in variations Kiss! and KISS and KISS Which even though ethereal somehow added to our bliss. And later in IM we found that we could really KISS! I mean in theory still, of course, for physically we missed The real touch of real lips and autres choses on that list. And there were funny graphics, I can’t reproduce them here, But you know the ones we used a lot, they all meant kisses there The hearton built with < and 3, which always made you smile And the asterisks and emoticons we used once in a while And let’s not forget those x’s which a net of crosses wove *** and xxxx, our ****** book of love. Soon added to our kisses came words like longingly, And tenderly, and lingeringly and gentle morningly Sometimes we gave it lots of tongue, but loving nibbles too Whenever I’d le pout or tears your lashes would bedew. These are the ones I can recall, probably there are more I’m sure you’re itching to remind me from your memory’s vast store And you can tell me all about them in some poetry well versed But my love, before you write it, you’ll just have to kiss me first.
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Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
Internet ***
Oh Joy, Oh Great Heavens Above, How I like to lingeringly slaver o'er The fartleberries hanging humunguously Out of your **** cleft like bunches of mouldering grapes, And to gaze upon the lusciously stale shitstains Decorating your hirsute ********** You so rarely wash and your dumps are omnipotent And you are too mean to buy any **** wipes. You moan quite loudly in colonic ecstacy As I plumb the Stygian depths of your sit-upon place, My nose diving daintily like a woodpecker's beak Smeared with poo-bits, seeking Nirvana In your ****** paradise, brown love-tunnel Serenaded by the poets since Time began! Nowhere in all the Hershey Universe can there be A pongier rimmee than you, O unshaven beauty of mine! My probing tongue is covered with nutty brown paste, Your sweet excremental delight makes me drool In joy, as I personhandle myself "down there"; Ignoring the most elemental rules of hygiene. But sadly there is a fly in the ointment Indeed a whole ******* barrelful of them: Not only will I get a very nasty E-coli infection But I'll have bad breath tomorrow at chapel.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Cheeks
Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity to immerse yourself into a precious moment. It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic to experience composure, equanimity. Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause, low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate trending previous troublesome thoughts, silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses, to softly embrace your audible senses with silence which conveys complete assurance, that the here and now is yours, no-one elses, ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self, It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption embraces the heart, and encourages serenity, all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness, you are experiencing them leave, then transcended with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence. You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic, the mind is calm and clear no longer confused. Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul. Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted. There is no expectation of time, not at all just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity. You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted. You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought, this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly, relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored. Then you turn the telly on!     All gone. Michael C Crowder        March 5th 2019
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Just Imagine For A While
Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity to immerse yourself into a precious moment. It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic to experience composure, equanimity. Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause, low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate trending previous troublesome thoughts, silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses, to softly embrace your audible senses with silence which conveys complete assurance, that the here and now is yours, no-one elses, ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self, It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption embraces the heart, and encourages serenity, all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness, you are experiencing them leave, then transcended with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence. You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic, the mind is calm and clear no longer confused. Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul. Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted. There is no expectation of time, not at all just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity. You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted. You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought, this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly, relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored. Then you turn the telly on!     All gone. Michael C Crowder        March 5th 2019
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*your raven hair falls so lingeringly surrounding the roses blooming on your cheeks the barren air kisses your small tan face good morning your mouth whispers of words in a language that took me forever and a day to fathom but it took me a mere second to drown in the golden of your orbs the glimmer on the caspian sea leaving me suffocated gasping for air until you pulled me up and into a spiraling labyrinthe of endless summer nights our love forever carved into towering cherry trees you saved my mooning soul and made me a slave to your beauty a long overdue antidote madly overdosing me to a point of no return.*
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
magnetic
She's a cold one The kind of cold that drives deeply Frigid and lingeringly painful Invisible but tangible scars She's a cold one who never knows just what she does but does it anyway unknowingly cruel With teeth that seek and find the flesh, wounds with depth that never completely heal that have a memory Some wounds know where and how to hurt you again again again never excruciating in the same way but unavoidably agonizing She's a cold one who persists who hopes the coat protects who doesn't see the frostbite who is an unwitting succubus who poisons the soul with frost who makes warmth fade, dwindle, disappear
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Frigid
As he slowly pressed his lips onto my eyelids, forehead, then lingeringly onto my nose, cheek and finally, my lips. I then only realised how the seconds and minutes stretch out curving, meandering into  ∞. Half-moons of barely whispered promises but heard all too well. As I ruefully reminisce, ribbons of myself lay on dusty floors. For you are never meant to live in the past. Not again. Then why do I feel the ghost of your lips dancing on mine?
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
Half-Moons
I can ask myself two questions, this I know. For within two answers is Where I feel right-- One to remind me of the things I have lost And one to persuade them to return to sight. Because what once was Lost can always be found; And what can't be found should not Always be missed. But cruel memory is a reminder now Of one that was once so lingeringly kissed. But, have we Known what was desired before? Each Truth persisting in preparation of The wanted, the Needed, the right, and the wrong Humming with the righteousness of vibrant love. Thus, as each syllable utters its Ripe moan, We'll find answers in the symphonic echo: Gentle, whirling Raptures that we longed to hear Encompassing these feelings I Ache to show.
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
Gentle Thoughts.
i rest my hand lightly on your chest, the crisp grey blond curls tickle my palm. this is not invitation, not yet. but a need to feel your essential substance underneath my fingertips. i move to rest my head, my ear hovering near your heart's steadying rhythm. at counterpoint to the waves on from beach below. you cup my face in your large carpenter's hands and draw my head away from your drumbeat's base. gentle calluses graze my cheeks. your face, now in my curls inhaling me, my thoughts, my grace. we lean, into together emeshed, entwined, ensnared. we are our foundation pillars and piers. we assay each other finding the potch and opal dross and gold. we accept the measure, allay the fears. two seperate. two complete. bound together. made one. intricate in design and blueprint. layer by layer, baggage and taught lies are lost, forgotten and sundered. we revived hearts atrophied, critical and dead. shifted paradigms, opened heads, rehashed, reworked, rewired. reawoke the sleeping giants, found truth and honesty and love and grace. took a liking to this unkown place. created gardens, from thought, tumbled weeds. we sought and saved and watered wilted needs. our house, our home now, built strong and stable. we lean into together emeshed, entwined, ensnared, your gentle calluses brush my cheeks, finding salted water. your deep rumbling resonance, mumbles into my curly locks "you ok babe?" i turn my face to yours, seek your eyes, smile and reply "just thinking beautiful thoughts" and gift my lips to yours, lovingly lingeringly, this, now, is an invitation.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
beautiful thoughts
i rest my hand lightly on your chest, the crisp grey blond curls tickle my palm. this is not invitation, not yet. but a need to feel your essential substance underneath my fingertips. i move to rest my head, my ear hovering near your heart's steadying rhythm. at counterpoint to the waves on from beach below. you cup my face in your large carpenter's hands and draw my head away from your drumbeat's base. gentle calluses graze my cheeks. your face, now in my curls inhaling me, my thoughts, my grace. we lean, into together emeshed, entwined, ensnared. we are our foundation pillars and piers. we assay each other finding the potch and opal dross and gold. we accept the measure, allay the fears. two seperate. two complete. bound together. made one. intricate in design and blueprint. layer by layer, baggage and taught lies are lost, forgotten and sundered. we revived hearts atrophied, critical and dead. shifted paradigms, opened heads, rehashed, reworked, rewired. reawoke the sleeping giants, found truth and honesty and love and grace. took a liking to this unkown place. created gardens, from thought, tumbled weeds. we sought and saved and watered wilted needs. our house, our home now, built strong and stable. we lean into together emeshed, entwined, ensnared, your gentle calluses brush my cheeks, finding salted water. your deep rumbling resonance, mumbles into my curly locks "you ok babe?" i turn my face to yours, seek your eyes, smile and reply "just thinking beautiful thoughts" and gift my lips to yours, lovingly lingeringly, this, now, is an invitation.
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