"quinch" poems
After spending days away from her,
Thinking I could resist her,
But now it's just her blood,
My throat aches for her blood !
Just a quinch of her blood and I can relax.
Her white skin,
Her hazel eyes,
And that scent !
Oh not the scent you're thinking about.
Her body odor.
It just drives me crazy.
I feel constrictions in my vein,
Making me wanna wail,
C'mon my love just a little of that blood,
I swear it'll finish the thirst !
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
***I desire to be close
So I bury myself
Like a flower
Hoping for rain
To quinch this thirst
And nourish this skin
Encircled by lustre
A world so bright
Beckoned by existence
Such wondrous delight
I can't help
But feel overshadowed
And overlooked
Stuck in the dirt
I struggle to escape
From worms
And strong roots
GRIPPING
These old lingering boots
No longer hoping for rain
I wish only to be plucked
Felt and Smelt
Just before the pain
That stems from sorrow
Which grieves the leaves
Of yesterday.***
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
One body is a title
Two bodies are more then a title
Iv researched and found
Out that everything is a title
The air that strokes down your hair well if you have some hair its titled the wind,the ground that we walk on is titled the ground,the fresh aroma that you wake up to in the morning that doesn't Quinch you're thirst but make you're body temperature to slowly inflate with heat its called Coffee
Everything has its own title and its own purpose so
WHATS YOUR TITLE..?
WHATS YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE..?
Everybody seem to have miss placed their ghost on this question would they ever find it..?
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Let this kiss be a lasting one
One that burns for eternity
As hot as the brightest sun
The end of the quest for certainty
.
Let our bodies touch
Our entanglement melts into one existence
all time stops for such
a lovers trance
.
Let your pleasure be my pleasure
A fire that cant be tamed
Lifes treasure
The fires flame
.
Let me be your only desire
A special place in your heart
The only one to quinch your fire
and never to part.
Apr 15, 2010
Apr 15, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
When problems burst
From the lemon heart,
Acids turn, stomachs crunch.
Sparkles form on lazy eyes,
Lips will curl on the lower side.
And with a hug you will sob,
Then you will try to hold your heart,
But it's inside, you might die.
So you just knock.. But no one comes.
Some will want your lemon heart,
Expose the truth, add some spice.
So you'll just nod and start to see,
That no one asked, if you're alright.
Your heart will quinch, and you shall write
An art like this that: "no one asked"
But in the end, you will lie
Cause you will try to be alright.
I wish to slice your lemon hearts,
To sip the part, that " Life is sad "
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
You have never loved a woman like me for
You have never met a woman like me .
I have consumed you entirely . The love you have for me wrecks from within your aura .
The planque of your tongue still quivers for me and nothing will ever quinch that thirst .
Every woman after me is a bland taste of dirt to you . Yet u still choose to look through the dirt even after you struck gold .
Z.h
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC
Tell him he will be loved O elements of life..
O fire tell him he burns in my heart like the eternal light.
O air tell him i will feel his presence even when my eyes don’t se him.
O water tell him that you will never be able to quinch the thirst of his love.
O earth tell him i will come to him one day mixed with your bits.
O space tell him i will always hold him in your intangible embrace.
O dear elements of life show my beloved my love, for he deserves to know.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Freedom is what you quinch for
Run with the sun
Don't stop, keep going, don't look back
Escape from the city
Follow the road you see in your dreams
Let everything come into action
Run before you are to caught up in one moment
There's plenty more to see
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
You even though I chased and fought any number of your demons
I was still denied that which I held most dear and prized more than
The materialistic manifestations of it in the forms gifts
Even the sweet taste of your essence and entrance into the venue you hold most sacred
Couldn't compare to that of your true affection something so pure that it could be given physical form so easily if I were to dive inside so unprotected
But to much I digress it was not my own
The journey for it grew tired
All though I put every ounce of my being in this
Emotion I call the drugs of all drugs
I am left with nothing the affection I once had for this queen has faded the oasis of love barren for an eternity
But now she tries to refill or re quinch this long forgotten thirst but now it has faded
Been petrified and wiped off the face of the earth so now she longs for something she denied herself of a long time ago and in doing that she deprived her self of the one thing she searched for all her life .this fruit she deprived of nutrients has withered. Now a seed grows waiting for another's to help it blossom in to what it had always was seen to be ...magnificently put that potency and hypnotic form of drug we call love
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
First I thought history was repeating itself
Sho obviously it was me who's lesson had to be learned..
As I criticize myself, old habits resurface
Insecurities return...
History Repeats Itself!
And with that realization.. I started doubting my self worth
Which led to me straight back to that
One thing
Very one thing...
That makes me
QUINCH!
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
(Justice of love and hate)
Blindfolded,
You do not judge, by sight
Embolden,
By neither darkness, nor light
Balanced,
Your scales of wants, and need
Challenged,
To determine which, to feed
Justice,
Your sword pierces, the hardest of hearts
Mercy,
Compassion awarded, to birth new starts
Blindfolded,
You condemn what you, do not see
Scolded,
You point your ignorant fingers, carelessly
Unstable,
You overbear the scales from, love to greed
Maniacle,
Upon your slain and ruined, is what you feed
Vicious,
You seek to devour, the weakest first
Malevolent,
The blood of innocents can't quinch, your thirst
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
I need chocolate moose,
And some yummy soups,
So I can quinch my thirst,
Not by drinking though,
Just eating food.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
love
is a
full glass of
vintage wine
that quinch
my thirsty
heart again
time after time
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
Steal the innocence
Leaving a broken child
A growing confused mind
Feeling shame for loving you
Nobody to turn to
She knows her mom bows to you
Holds it in
No more then a few friends
Socialy awkward
Even at nineteen
Bares the scars
The broken heart
Prayed to be blind
Wanting to be deaf
Knowing what was next
She still cries for you to stop
Laying quiet in the dark
Wishing you would forget
But the devil appears
The smirk on your face
The smell of liquor on your breathe
Standing in fruit of looms smoking a Newport
She pleads please abandon me
Where was your God
Why didnt he look over her
She just wanted a chance
Not food you kept from her
Or water to quinch her thirst
She just wanted what she believes was deserved
Not a toy
Not your love
Not even for you to die
All she wanted was one thing
A chance
Just one **** chance
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC