"posseses" poems
As darkness falls upon their ****** souls,The hunger to taste him grows....she can feel his blood running thru her veins, she needs him...needs to know that he is hers to taste.
As darkness falls upon their ****** souls, He fills her every waking dream, he posseses her every sleeping dream. His cries...calling her..to take him so that he may know her pleasure, her pain.....
As darkness falls upon their ****** souls, all he wants and all he knows is watching her dancing, slowly, seductively...she fills his every sleeping dream, she posseses his every waking dream....
As darkness falls upon their ****** souls, she tastes him....he is hers, forevermore....
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
I have seen him
inside and out
Scanning every being around him,
pacing nervously and cracking a joke to lighten the mood.
But he posseses fire
Lifting him upwards
He can tear the pages of heaven
and I have seen his eyes,
filled with desire,
they are brown with a streak of fire
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
the city looming deeper in its final rays of clarity, the yellow of an embrace enticing like an unknown skin, a flock of dark birds moving like a promise, the feeling of the ****** self, hundreds of years of desire. never stop asking the impossible questions to capture the paradox of life, how much trust we need to acclaim its splendour
something possesses this unseen something, it makes me shrill and tender, furious and ripe. how much disappointment can we bear. I want to be engulfed by sunset like a fool, I stand with my eyes open for rain to fall into my dreams. love is something life invents to keep its honour, from the stones' point of view, love is mysterious, from the point of view of nothingness, it is everything that can fill the flesh, the empty space of atoms, a sweet preserve. it teaches us to endure the hidden face of light
at last she no longer possesses me, at last I possess her briefly like a window posseses the clarity of morning
I am humble, insatiable, less blind, I am fierce and proud
We are, says everything that simply is
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 5:01 AM UTC
The old apple tree was happy...happy and strong
He was proud that he has stood in the same spot for so long,
and has been mastering the most devastating storms
while standing tall and always letting leaves sing their favorite song
about how fortunate they were to call the apple tree their home
praising him for surviving all these decades on his own.
One day a man passed by
picked up an apple and straighten his suit
bite in the sour apple and choose to forget his manners and be rude by being unappreciative and throwing away the fruit.
But the apple tree kept smiling eventhough he surely did care
but he knew that life was never fair
So he never let a pair of uncaring people create out of his happiness great despair
Once a leaf asked him how he never lost fun,
how he kept shining like the sun,
no matter how many bad days he had to overcome
The apple tree smiled and said: "Jusz look and humankind,
look at them for a minute and count how many flaws you will find.
They fumble through life not knowing what to do
Then they stumble over small obstacles on their route
Later they mumble how they never did what they were supposed to
And at the end they crumble because they realize how an unfullfilled life can feel cruel.
I always knew why I am here,
never felt empty never experienced that fear
The only thing is I had always to stay at the same place
unlike the human race who posseses the unmatched ability to move through space
but never utilized it worrying about the problems they wexistence
So how can I not be happy knowing the true meaning of my existence
They eternally talk about brofliance and think that they have to stuggle to get excellence
And now just imagine them knowing what they were here for, how fast they would expierence the purest form of resiliance
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
You held me captive around your arms,
Put me in peace within your essence,
Align me close to your heart with your perfection,
I see roses falling down your face,
My heart fainted before such beauty,
Rosaline!
What a beautiful name,
Like the beauty you posseses within your heart,
You drunk me slowly killing me with the framework of your beauty,
Rosaline!
You're a queen above queens,
"Tu eres mi Reina"
Your love is greater to persue me when i'm lost,
In temptations of your eyes you give me hope to recover,
For you are my rose,
"Rosaline".
©22 July 2017 - South Africa
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Acne covered confidence,
Lanky limbs with titanium teeth.
The bus to a childish nowhere
With bunk beds and broken boilers.
Eyes caught mid-gaze.
Stained cheeks at relentless hopes
For Venus’ First Blossoms
through drab and dreary.
Midnight, Midday
Midclass Messages.
Monday morning discussions
Of missed moments.
Friday evening’s unwatched films,
White cotton on carpet,
Midnight’s kisses stain a pure canvas.
Transparent lies to Auld Lang Onlookers.
Four months of fading.
New experiences become shameful secrets,
Salted cheeks replace antique shrieks,
Misplaced passion posseses green eyes.
Never the last.
Sparks may cause forest fires,
But nothing compares
To the first burn.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
our love was the morning sky
courageously pink and quietly blue
seemingly everlasting and sincere
daring, to say the least
our love was the sounds of chicago
trains rumbling and music thumping
people talking, cars mumbling
us walking, hand in hand
i cant seem to get you out of my head
our love was us naively believing in each other
us sitting in my room, or yours
our bodies molded together like clay
and our souls embracing each other
in the comforting atmosphere
alongside the setting sky
framed by the window
our love was our favorite movies and shows
and the late nights we embarked on
watching every single one of them
our tired eyes and tired beings
resting on each other
and i now find it funny,
because in those loving moments,
i remember thinking
“i dont want these memories to fade”,
“i dont want our love to disappear”,
and now im desperately holding onto
whatever visual resides in my head,
your face is getting blurry,
your voice is becoming hazier,
my heart is sinking deeper
as all the colors mix into
the darkened hue of sadness
that is your departure
our love is this song
that rings in my ears late at night
it posseses a beautiful and humbling,
yet terrifyingly isolative melody
as my heart and mind conjoin
to accept this new reality
i will love you forever
as your ghost remains in my head
but everyday i cant help but wonder
“what could we have done, instead?”
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 3:50 AM UTC
Jealous is probably the word
Most would use to describe my feelings
As I gaze at the both of you
Transfixed
By your twinkling eyes that sparkle for another
And as you nervously flick your golden-brown hair
Rays of heaven reflect and blind my wistful eyes as I turn away in shame only to look back yet again
I can't explain why I want you so badly
It is as instinctive as a baby's cry and as mysterious as the crescent moon that hides its true self from afar
As you laugh I swear angels conduct a heavenly orchestra
So sweet to the ear is your voice
It drips the honey of love and care and sticks to the soul for eternity
If only I could be the hive to store
And cherish
Each word you utter
As each syllable echoes a bedtime lullaby
Lucky is the man who holds thee in his arms
The treasure he posseses has brought many a man down to his knees
As he laments in the fortune of others
As surely as the sun will set tonight only to rise again
I shall greet the dawn with fire
I shall fight for you until the end of days
Or
The end of my days
Whichever comes first
My eternal rest is with you
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC