"natasha" poems - Hello Poetry

"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2) who needs challenges, commissions. kicks~in~le butte~ when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its first communion(cation, come back months later to subtract - another poem from where it lay dormant on the doormat of my sub~sub~terranes of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain a favored poet, a secretive admirer, whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover, but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly, ana~lyrically licks me into dredging from me un begrudgingly and yet, another love poem, she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3)) 'pon one of mine, a long long time ago Alas! Alack! unnaturally immodest, one concedes, when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes, seeds in three verses, what I could never unknot nor uncover so I requite & requote with unlabored pleasure miz patty m's primary terse verse, neither secondary & never tertiary, her absolut perfect mixed drink defining, summarizing, the essences of love *"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"* I concede, in deed, and in writing, I know nothing, of writing of only love poetry and all the great predecessors, elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated, by yet another women, (1) I will take my weary words elsewhere, and if perhaps, disguised as a woman, (Natalie, Natasha, Natali see note below) perhaps my verbal herbal insides, my turgid insights, will be shorter, sweeter, but never more completer than those of, who can syncopate it in rhyme and the naming of my predilection, by mid~initial, will give a measuring of solace, and a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie, having been unsuccessful at my one chosen endeavor, only love poetry, adieu, I, due, utter Nevermore M>

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

"A love poem is a kiss, whispered sweetly"

"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2) who needs challenges, commissions. kicks~in~le butte~ when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its first communion(cation, come back months later to subtract - another poem from where it lay dormant on the doormat of my sub~sub~terranes of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain a favored poet, a secretive admirer, whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover, but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly, ana~lyrically licks me into dredging from me un begrudgingly and yet, another love poem, she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3)) 'pon one of mine, a long long time ago Alas! Alack! unnaturally immodest, one concedes, when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes, seeds in three verses, what I could never unknot nor uncover so I requite & requote with unlabored pleasure miz patty m's primary terse verse, neither secondary & never tertiary, her absolut perfect mixed drink defining, summarizing, the essences of love *"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"* I concede, in deed, and in writing, I know nothing, of writing of only love poetry and all the great predecessors, elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated, by yet another women, (1) I will take my weary words elsewhere, and if perhaps, disguised as a woman, (Natalie, Natasha, Natali see note below) perhaps my verbal herbal insides, my turgid insights, will be shorter, sweeter, but never more completer than those of, who can syncopate it in rhyme and the naming of my predilection, by mid~initial, will give a measuring of solace, and a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie, having been unsuccessful at my one chosen endeavor, only love poetry, adieu, I, due, utter Nevermore M>