"muscley" poems
Strong
Is a word used to describe the capacity in which we are able to carry amounts of weight
Strong
Is what we call body builders, muscley men and women who we look at and say "wow they're strong" just by looking at their shape
Strong
In the dictionary is described as "having the power to move heavy weights and perform other physically demanding tasks"
Strong
Means something different to me and when someone turns to me and asks
What does strength mean to you?
I respond with,
Strong
Is the woman that carries a child inside her for 9 months and perseveres
Strong
Is the person who has to force themselves to carry on after they lose someone dear
Strong
Is putting both of those things side by side and losing the woman that raised you
Strong
Is knowing she will never be there to face you
Strong
Is carrying on after having the most important person to you snatched right from your fingertips
Strong
Is trying to move forward knowing that your stomach will churn every time the word “Mum” comes to your lips
Strong
Is a word they tell me I am but why doesn't it feel that way?
Strong
Is a strength I hope to feel one day.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
My heart it weeps for forbiddon love,
your dark eyes that haunt mine when my eyes close,
My lips yearn for the touch of yours,
So deperate to reach on my tip toes.
Your tall muscley frame,
Your angled cheekbones that are made by an angel,
Your arrogance that I used to hate,
Without it my life would be hell.
When you ignore me my world breaks in two,
the emptiness that I feel in my heart,
You have made me love,
To forget my broken heart and re-start
I know this has no structure,
I don't really care about that anymore,
I just wanted my thoughts, my love,
and just how much of you I adore.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:03 AM UTC
Call a doctor
I think im sick
Call it "in love"?
I think its ick.
My stomach is in knots
Im feeling kind of tounge tied Is it real love?
Even if it is, your answer will be deined.
I'v been in love once
And its not much of a treat.
What happened with him,
Is very obsolete.
Though this guy is different..
Its in his eyes,
So careing as if he really listens.
His smile,
Bright and full of joy as it glistens.
His humor, oh man his humor..
So on key with mine
His words,
They take me straight to cloud nine.
I weep and wish he could be here
Close and near..
Holding me in his muscley arms
As we play Super Mario and watch Ninja Turtles
All happy go lucky
It would be SO much better than being out running hurdles.
I mean I know were only half way there
But he takes me all the way.
Talking to him for 10 minutes
Never fails to make my day.
He makes my heart skip a beat,
Having him so far away just makes me feel oh so incomplete..
This is why I need a doctor sir
Iv fallen and I cant get back up
Love has taken its toll
And I fear I'm going to ***** it all up..
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
I remember
Always knowing
that I am different
solidified by the fact that
when the rest of the world
was drooling over boy bands
and muscley men
and I'll never know what else,
I was young,
growing up,
madly in love with
Bill Murray
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
head
a gentle pillow of warmth
eyes
they see all
nose
i smell you
mustache
bristly
mouth
licking is fun
neck
supports all. when you are alone, remember the neck
also your breath goes through it
shoulders
supports all too
chest
houses your heart. thump thump
arms
movement is essential to life
stomach
gurgle gurgle i keep you alive
hips
sensual
thighs
muscley
kneecaps
battering rams
shins
easily hurt. vulnerable. i try to keep myself guarded but deep down i know i will open up to the next one, and the next, and the next......
ankles
they twist and turn, without fear of being judged
feet
given a bad rap
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC