"scence" poems
Do you mind if I sit back and observe the process of the lords creation the subject matter is miraculous the beauty is elegant perfect in every scence my baby girl you stole my heart such a thief ain't you, thinking about seductive things we do sinners ain't we, naughty deeds but the intentions is good it serves needs
What pains me is that I have to let go to regrip your sparkling eyes again, got to move fast so quick that I don't miss the chance to clutch you in my arms again, heaven sent such a gift I cried when you was born I ain't even know you back then because, GOD made you for me I picked up your scent, I know from day one you was mine let us age old together bad and boujee like expensive fine wine, my kiss is possessive the beat of your heart is mine let that foreplay tingle down your spine, open wide going deep let me reach your soul ****** our achievement together it ain't *** it's love
I love you girl no *** postion that can top this deposition let me show you its deeper than *** I'm still into you watch me shift working overtime full time love baby moan out affection go on say the name, our body hum harmony can feel this body heat that steamy love, open wide in deep that creamy love that dreamy love, its deeper than *** the agony an orgams of how our love make our body shiver, I love you, I love you! I rejoice I could say this a thousand times it's deeper than ***
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
If I could
tear him out
of my heart
and make this ok
I would
But I'm haunted
by the ghost of him
everywhere I go.
Never spending a minute
alone without the breeze
carrying a love note from him
and such a soul have I,
It cannot bare not to
respond in kind,
and so our love notes
float upon the wind
I breathe in deeply
such a comforting joy
and when the rain falls
And the wind wraps
its forceful hug around me
the scence of longing still lingers
An aching touch passed through
Rushing winds of desire,
Urgent and warm
or the winds
of a raging storm
passionate and avid
or as tender and loving
As a light caress.
A wistful brush of the cheek.
I sit intently, compelled to feel
your love notes on my skin
In some way I know
our love upon the wind
will lighten and warm our hearts
and thus I send my soul
to dance with you
my dearest ghost of love
on our ever loving winds.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
As the last attatchment from the past clashes with morality and is found to be heavily sad,u wonder why u live as the voice cracks and back slacks, holding your head in your hands, abandoning all thoughts that once made you laugh, You look deeper into darkness till nothing feels bad. just numbess at the heart from a destroyed past. the girl you asked to be your last was your first ex, without a chance to prove you was glad to fix the problem spued from a rumored movement consuming your relationships best, in the dust she went. Hell bent on other fake women knowing they were jealouse you moved on and lost trust. still this slow pause remains odd as my thoughts wonder off beyond this capsul. this dark after taste has replaced my scence of heartful becoming bashful in a natural scence. Guess I'm going to live with this , knowing im going to live to win.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
I sit by the window of my train,
There's a sweet lullaby of screaming kids,
They keep me awake.
I look out, not stargazing, not seeing,
Unaware of what to look
There is one constant though, through the shifting scence.
The sway remains constant,
it keeps moving, all through the way.
Sweet enough to sway this dear train, she tried rocking me to sleep.
Failed to however lure me into sweet clutches of slumber.
Thus passed one other long trip where the surroundings smudged and smeared like memories from a summer dream.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Two years ago
You came up and said
'I might have lost my sweater'
I did not hesitate
To take off mine
For you.
This might not be a poem
But you did lost your sweater
It had your scence for
About a month or two
Did you felt it too?
Or was it just me?
Now the night is cold
Two years have passed
I've lost my sweater
Like you did once
This time, no one
Will neither lend
Nor mend
I should have known
What's lost will remain
And broken must stay
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
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*Here lies below a (very) brief list to review, welcome to my nightmares,
I bid you adieu....*
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Back in the day, when I was a kid
I'd so many nightmares, oh Yes! indeed I did.
There were monsters in my closet and under my bed, gnomes that would hunt me and hags on my chest.
Zombies were mobbing, roaming my street, right out of Thriller, minus the beat.
I would get so scared that I'd tremble at night, restlessly sweating, awaiting the Creeps, I muffled my sobbing under my sheets.
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So, now that we've visited those very few, let's look on to my Teens for new mares to review.
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Sooo....Nighttime falls, and here we go, where I meet up with sleepers, ghouls, the undead, on stretch of empty highway, I'm deserted with dread, except for the drones swooping down overhead.
I've had my fair share of falling dreams, nighttime terrors, and muffled screams, ones where I'm blind, buried alive or running like molasses while helplessly knowing that something is coming to do me harm, all filled with a chill~guaranteed to alarm.
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As I grew older, into my twenties, I'd dream of ex~lovers, back then I'd had plenty.
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Some were seductive yet chillingly cold, setting a jealous scene to unfold. Some were so vicious, I would wake up crying, still others were heartless and hauntingly frightening in their callous displays of cheating and lying.
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Of course, now in my thirties most of my mares center upon guilt, and regretful dispairs.
Reliving my shame, the losses and tragedies, taunting me with the full scope of all my inadequacies.
I still often get the nighttime paralysis, I can't move a muscle, though lucidly I realize that this time the fight seems to come from inside.
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So now that I've shared an abbreviated list of some of my nightmares, well, you get the gist.
I hope you've enjoyed a jolly good read, just don't be afraid when it's your time to sleep.
EN SCENCE
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
when its you I’m with
everything goes
qui
et
your presence
halts all
the whirring
thudding
jarring
pulsating
maddening
spiralling
qui
ntessential
peace
not even
the sound
of my own heart beat
perfectly
infinite
quie
scence
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Dreams are emotions that run the feelings one can only relate to, controlling pure lust with mixed feelings of illusions.
Strange places we get taken to another world were the ~ Boogie ~ man stays protected by the sweet feeling of peace and control.
Flying all around without the outcome of falling, wired people chasing you with all sciences under deep control, paralyzed by the feeling of self-control.
Afraid to run but amused by the beauty, deep into the rabbit’s hole you go! From ~ ALICE IN WONDER LAND TO HUMPTY DUMPTY ~
something so pure your brain starts to ****** as the the scence of control starts to take over.
Eyes wide shut heart beating faster like the rabbit and tortoise race, what a strange place to be so peacefully uncontrollable.
Hypnotised in the mind with joy with joy mixed sorrow. And then it happens awake to the real world just for a few seconds reality kicks in.
And the dream was a journey your mind had to take, till another day I’ll be waiting for another night ~~ DREAMS ~~
Jidos Reality 21.1.11
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
IT DONT MAKE SCENCE IF IT DID I WOULD HAVE HER AND SHE WOULD LOVE ME BUT SHE DONT SO WHATS THE POINT OF LOVE.
I LOVE HER WHY DONT SHE LOVE ME???
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
i hear all the words they say and they all sound the same.
It's the same lines,
the same monotonous background to every scence,
the same everything.
What if I chose to not be the same?
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
These sonnets,
I read,
Make no scence,
But neither does this class.
English has never been easy,
But it has also never been hard,
And since we have a test,
Coming up I am nervous.
I hope I do not fail,
Like I did so many times last tri,
I hope I get an A,
And I don't have to stress.
English is not easy,
And it makes me kind of queasy.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC