"mwah" poems
With a wide demographic of *******
There's average, massive or missing
There are ******* to nibble and tweak at
And cleavages perfect for kissing
But I'm of a practical nature
And with just a little persistence
I'll give you a host of good reasons
To justify ******* existence
They're perfect for warming your hands up
When the gas meter's run out of gas
And there's little that's better to look at
When there's no chance of seeing an ***
Elasticity makes them ideal
For displays and arrangements of flowers
And if you find yourself short of your bus fare
Then they radiate magical powers
You can use then for counting in binary
Or a pillow with mild central heating
And they're perfect for holding a bottle
To keep safe while you're busily eating
As a pair of provocative earmuffs
You'll be envied by all of your friends
Just be sure to take optional tassels
In case one of the ******* offends
You can hollow one out for an ashtray
Or a skullcap for cutting edge Jews
You can throw them about like a Frisbee
There are just so many options to choose
But they're useful right where they're located
And not just to tickle and tease
Just give them a couple of decades
And you'll find them protecting your knees
MWAH! x
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
we all love in our own way, in the way we can. sometimes that love is loud and bright and WOW WOW WOW. but sometimes its not. its quiet like making that drive. like looking me straight in the eyes. like giving you the left earbud. like mwah mwah let me kiss your neck. and on the days i don’t feel like sinking, i know i should love you better. like stop running. stop your tears. stop your lies. sometimes it'll tell its own lies, the best lies you've ever heard. it loves like contusions and strained voices. like bahama mama blues and my vampire eyes. love like the first time I saw you cry. like a Sunday afternoon, Tuesday night, or Friday morning. love like we have the answers. or maybe we don’t. i mean an unconventional love is better than no love at all.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
neck·ing/ˈnekiNG/
Noun: The action of two people kissing and caressing each other amorously.
Both thumbs hanging on the back pockets of your jeans
while leaning against the wall and biting your bottom lip
enticing the oasis of your tongue, your breath dying of thirst.
Your flirtatious smile already knows that it’s entitled
to the mwah’s, ooh’s and aah’s coming the way of your pout
little did you know of the kisses you could fit in that mouth.
it’s the mathematical sum of everything that’s round
it’s dancing in the rain under an infinite fall of X’s and O’s
it’s nibbling on a bottle of Hennessy before taking a shot.
While I hold your face with both hands,
my eyes never wavering from yours,
I caress your cheeks, undress your thoughts,
feverishly going in, taking all the time in the world
to taste every bit of you and savor the moment so to speak
with our senses fogged, tied up in a tangled rope, in a kiss.
Then I pull some back to slowly feel your breathing into me
your clouded lips in my fingertips are a miracle of humidity
the stripped walls of oblivion is the last frontier with will see.
Before submerging deep into the point of no return
before your ripe apple meets the delicacy of my touch
before leaving in me, flower of skin, every last drop of you.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
The way you kiss me
Reveals to me the kind
of person you are
Don't just jab it in
Be soft and slow and sweet
Use a little less tongue at first
Tease me then bring on the heat
Let me set the pace
Then you follow my lead
Slow it down this is not a race
Taste me ~ Savor me
Marinade me in your mind
Think of me until we meet next time
We can keep it going trying
as many times as we can
if it's not right change it up
And just start again :)
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
Oh, I can't wait until we can paint clashing colors on our neighbors' doors,
leaving love notes in star-shapes, saying ha ha ha ha, We love you!
It's okay because the paint comes off when you kiss your love
and appreciate the sky and nod to your reflections in the night eyes
and fall in love with someone's mind.
But only then, only then does our message enlighten.
It's our life purpose to brighten your slacking eyes and to inspire you
to smile at the trees, to make eye contact with the homeless, to give flowers to strangers.
Blow bubbles, blow kisses, wink, and embrace!
Oh, I can't wait until we bury each other in sand,
Oh, oh, I can't wait until I can smooth all woes walled into your forehead.
To count your freckles and draw my dreams on our bedroom walls.
Oh I can't to wait to put olives on your fingers, put olives on your fingertips,
Because you have silly tendencies.
Don't let jealousy convince desire to worship ice cream cone gravestones.
When you bite your lip, don't eat pennies for at least a while.
Oh, I can't wait to play hide and seek with our identities and fidelities.
Oh, I can't wait to gather basketfuls of hope and lust.
Oh, I can't wait to hunt for honeysuckles and trust.
Are any sapien sexuals willing to step forward and comfort me?
Because I can't wait to see you again.
But, I can wait, I can wait, because
We blow each other kisses.
MWAH!
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:32 PM UTC
little man,
you have had such
a big day.
all those questions
you ask,
all that playing you do
you did.
a lot of growing
and showing,
nana how big your getting.
kindy today,
cheese ****** for lunch
and baby cannonballs
(black grapes).
after that,
we visited friends,
walked to the rockpools
snacked on apples
and milk
lots of hugging and laughing tickling and giggling.
to smile so hard,
must take lots of effort.
no!
then to eating,
that big, yummy dinner
of macaroni and cheese,
must of worn you out.
even after that,
baby, bannana split
you're not tired?
oh! it is just your eyes
that are getting sleepy
now to leapad learning and choosing story books lots of things,
ticked off your list
now it's bathtime,
my friend,
splashing and bubbles,
shampoo and rinse.
then some time with humf and hoot.
cuddles with dadda,
kiss for nana,
story and song,
then, my big boy,
bed is where you belong.
all night long.
mwah from mumma.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
she begged
dont forget about me
dont let me go
kiss me before you leave
how could i
wish i didnt have to
here
mwah
i pleaded
take me home with you
here take my shirt
come back with me
how could she
she wished she didnt have to
no
i cant
above acorns
plosive "p's"
slurred and lisped "s's"
bare feet crying out
i began
humming
what used to be called
dub
we kissed
and
as our lips vibrated
cracked and dry
pseudo-moistened with
yesterdays scent
my smile showed first
then hers
then mine again
all too easy to close
the door clanged
and with a creak
the window revealed
what i was losing
one more for the road
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
anya is the best shes better than the rest she puts me to the test and never wants to rest we come to school we never want to fool we love to dance we never grance we hate to fight or we might break the most inportant thing in our lives being friends luv uew maree xoxo mwah!!! ;)
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
You asked me today why I wanted to harm my body, you said everything was perfect and happy. You didn't understand why. I couldn't answer and said that I didn't know. I hope you read this so you'll know. It's an addiction, something I'm so used to. It's something that I love doing. I love the marks it leaves, the straight perfect red lines or the faded beauties. And I think the blades are so beautiful, and captivating. I know this is strange and sad, but it's my mind.. I love the blood, and the clean up. Being the doctor of my own self, and harm. I love the silent mind it gives me, the indifferent feeling, the numbed mind. Those feelings are almost better than the straight happiness you deliver to me. But I've kinda figured out that even if I'm happy, I'm sad, or angry. Or whatever else. It's just hidden, and it stinks for lack of a better word. And believe me, I do not want to have this weighing over me for the rest of my life, and I do not want to feel like this forever. I'm just comfortable with it, this sadness, and I don't think I know how to let go of the harming. But I'm not giving in, even though I feel as if I'm close to giving up however many days I've been without this. And I think I've explained to you before that I'll do other things, and I do. I try not to though.. I want you to know that I'll be fine though, I am okay. I don't need you to try and fix me, or cure me of whatever this is. I just want you to be here, and make me laugh when I'm sad. I'm very grateful I have you though, thank you. I love you, *** Mwah~
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮
Born from the Han Dynasty
For the royal court
Look, it's powdery cocoon
of thin, flavoured strands
has nutty fillings
a delicate treat
so fluffy
Mwah!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
i left my toothpaste at home on purpose
i went to your house for fun
you looked so nice
longing stares
it's time for bed
oops i forgot my toothpaste
can i use yours
yeah? thanks
mwah
oh, so you use mint flavor?
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
Monday to forget Sunday and Saturday.
Tuesday to plan Wednesday.
Thursday to remember Thursday.
Friday.
In the bathroom I polish my mirror.
Turning the hourglass wondering what I've lost.
"You've found nothing and so, you've lost nothing."
The voice of angel Death.
Heard only when I lose consciousness under bath water.
Rise again, search for God's scrutiny.
Wipe my eyes, blot my nose.
I fail to glimpse my siren.
Ah, a time to reflect.
A collection to publish.
A thought to be sharpened.
No.
Only words to be ignored.,
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hey, it was good to hear from you again
And I'm sorry I didn't say stay as my friend
And sorry that I didn't want to be holding your hand,
You need to let go
And yes I know
"I'll stay till my last breathe,
Even it's your death first".
Sorry to you and to us.
But this is a final goodbye to this,
So here have one last kiss.
Mwah
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
she didn't like angry, straight painters
like Pollack & Picasso; she likes cute,
gay painters, like Warhol & Basquiat
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Hey there, pretty poet
Since you're here
You feeling tyred?
Need a break?
Welp, buckle up!
Cause' we're gonna roll!
(Hope you don’t brake into fits putt-putt-putt!)
Whether it's on the long run,
or just a minor tummy ache,
we got your rear!
Cough, cough
Now, let's change views
Or we might just get wheelie out of tow-pick!
Aah, the evening sky!
Earthereal as ever!
I’m falling for its beauty!
Why don't you log a jog!
Don't worry, we'll be rooting for you!
(Just don't fern-get the packet of dove-ritos I asked for)
Whew! Talk about a cherry over the top!
I think you’ve got some abs baking in your oven, hot-pot!
Bet you're hungry!
Don't beat around the bush,
Just cut to the cheese!
I’m an eggs-pert cook, y’know!
Holy guacomoli! Don’t stare at me with those plumpy-eyes!
Just listen to my porks for now,
It’ll crack you up.
Okay, that was fan-tabulous!
The food? Mwah! Tele-iciois!
Words can't desk-cribe my love for it~
Anyways, I think it’s about
Time we wrap it up!
Take a seat, ***
And list-en to what I say,
Before you bunk down
You are loved
You are chaired
Sometimes, it might be hard
to comp-rehend things,
But that's okay,
It'll work out!
Don't forget,
From clearing up the mess
To express-ing your thoughts,
We've got you covered!
Because
In this world of atomic stars,
You matter!
And in our hearts,
Of a bonfire of love
You are always home.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC