"playfull" poems
Hearts, pound
Hands touch
Lips approach
To make a sound
Our tongs and our lips
Produce a warm melody
That make our cheeks
Dance to our heartbeats
A playfull, tasty kiss
Is Adored by some
But it is its sound
That I truely miss
A perfect scene
Pictured in my mind
Of two lovable beings
Wanting to be just one
Neighter of us is in it
Is merely a fantasy
A mischevious dream
I wish i could end it
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
Carring and sweet
Homely and outgoing
Radiant smile
Intriguing and perceptive
Strong and loving
Trustworthy to a fault
Incredible and unbelievable
Natural beauty, inside and out
A magnificent soul, and heart to match.
Mesmerizing eyes
Youthful, playfull stares
Loveable
One of a kind
Vibrant personality
Everything I could ever want and more.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
His pack drifted into the brush and forrest.
Howls vanishing.Crisp morning snow.
Glistened and clung to low bending branches.bent low by the weight of beauty.
Low in the white meadow driven by whispering winds and the stinging cold.
The wolf stands stock still and sniffs the pristine air.
Gone the days of rollicking.. playfull disdain as cubs nipped in play. Small price to pay and willing.
Now..Hunter seeking higher ground...ancient hound.
Driven from security
With primal brutality
Driven from the pack.
Hunts the high and low lands. No longer bound with communal duty..a wild thing of beauty. Stands alone
Lone wolf.
Running prey to ground
From time to time.
Ceaseless wondering.
Loner,owns no territory but his instints and mmemories
Brother to the moaning night breezes...The howl and mimic as he priks his ears and grieves.
Laughter in the rustling leaves oh the moon high rises casting walking shadows on ground..startling primal hound.
Perched on craggy summit his baleful message from it. It echoes to his destiny.
Lone wolf.
Now and ever
Forever.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
her face a world all its own
eyes of chocolate earth, full of stars and moons, comets and constellations. betwiching and bedazzling
Hair a red waterfull of love cascading down, lightdances through this red river like a thousand playfull faries, painting shades of passion, and tones of joy, your hair sings a love song to me, a harp made from a thousand red strands, plucking a silent melody heard only by my quiet heart.
lips a seductive dance, played out by passion and desire, how many hidden secrets do they hold. every word spoken a dazzling tango. if only my lips could dance with yours, this dance is kiss and a kiss is everlasting bliss.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
nobody does it like you
Is it strange
To have all the women
You could ever dream of?
I know where you're at
You have no lack
Of playfull girls
But maybe it's just
That I was there
When you had nothing
Just a poor student.
And would be
If that were still true
With no care for your social status
Or account balance.
Before you spend your life
Going from hotel to hotel
Festival to concert
From Barcelona to Brazil
Before love became scary
And women became
Something to be cautious of.
Before we could google you
And find one flattering
Article after another
Of how you're the man
The young promising talent
A manager and agent
On the rise
With no prior expirience.
But the truth is
That we sat there together
Scared shitless
Fearing for poor attendance
And bad reviews.
That we excused you
To continue the tour.
Leave the rest to us.
I'll still be here if you crash and burn to put you back together and sort you out
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
She's there, behind the deep blue canvas
enjoying, laughing, sensual too,
sometimes a playfull child,
and then again,
woman in love
nothing to hide.
He chooses colours
all shades of white
all tones of grey
yellows and oranges
purple pink or green
there are no rules
and if there are
he made them
to change them
because change
is his game.
Whether a he or a she
that immens spirit up in the sky
had fun today painting the ceiling of my world
giving one simple answer to my question
why?
Look for the beauty.
That's why.
Thank you for the mighty paintings.
I'll be back, looking at your beauty.
Everywhere.
I feel peaceful
beautiful
and I know why.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
A ray of line,
through my window sunshine.
Chirp of birds
And chorus windchime.
Playfull green
with rhythm of dance
Waving in dream
Near flowing stream.
Far in the middle,
children fiddle
And fall with nothing to care,
on grass that hss become so fair.
Look through the window,
a painting redrawn
with more colors added
with new given life.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC