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Hopi Butler Nov 2011
Large, billowing willow trees surround a small meadow, leaving no way to get out. Their branches hang to the ground, the wind whipping them lazily. The green sprouts and leaves on the tips of the branches drag on the ground softly. The trees are so packed together that no sight can be seen through the trees, no escape at all. No one can enter, and no one can leave. The bark is brown, deep crevices made in its skin. The limbs skim over the ground, swaying ever so slightly. On the limbs hang nearly invisible webs spun by clever weaving spiders. The bright green grass wraps around the bark, swaying in the lazy meadow. In the middle of the meadow floats a high overhanging cliff, no part of it truly connected to the ground. Vines cover a structure, obstructing what the structure truly is. Bright pink and blue flowers decorate the vines, adding a serene feeling to the floating island and a floating smell of nectar is carried by the wind. A waterfall flows through the middle of the gates, the cool pure water falling into the pond directly below the waterfall. The pond is covered with ripples, although nothing seems to be obstructing the surface of the pond for the moment. Below the surface flows gentle weaves of seaweed, rainbow colored fish swimming between the strands. They would jump up, spreading small rainbows on dew drops into the sweet tasting air. The cloudless sky seems to sparkle in the setting sunlight, spreading pink and red strips across the sky. No birds fly in the small expanse of visible sky, yet a small nameless tune is heard, the wind carrying it all around the trees. The tune is light, and filled with what can only be known as joy.

The tune begins to change, losing the quality of light and joy and changing into a tune of sereneness and calm. The wind carries it through the meadow, pushing it against the dark trees. The leaves begin to fall, staining the ground at their feet different shades of red, gold and orange. The lost foliage does nothing to deter the packed trees from blocking any view outside of the circular meadow, leaving it in seclusion. The grass is turning into bright gold strands, folding unto itself as it sways in the gentle wind. The wind tastes like apples, although there is no fruit on the trees. The wind continues to flow, picking up the leaves and scattering them away from the base of the trees. The pond is covered with a few stray leaves, the ripples from said leaves turning and spinning as if they were dihedrals spun by small children. A harvest moon sends out a bright light, casting a rainbow onto the waterfall. The forever flowing waterfall continues to cascade down from the floating island as the rainbow continues to color the water. The rainbow fish’s scales have turned deep colors of red and gold, and they continue to break the surface of the pond, jumping to and fro. The vines still cover the cold, metal gate, blood red flowers covering the island in stunning beauty. The meadow seems to secrete a pleasant smell, sending waves of comfort and  tranquility to every blade of grass and falling leaf.

The grass disappears from view as the ground is covered in white, cold powder. The branches on the trees dip from the weight of snow and ice, their limbs brushing the ground in small sweeps. The crisp, biting wind does nothing to help the swaying, and instead blows across the ground, sending small flurries of the snow upwards bound. It circles around the frozen waterfall, every drop of purified water hanging in place, frozen in time. The island itself is covered in snow and white flowers, their color unadulterated. The vines seem to be dead, no longer living as they were before. The secret of the gates seem to be revealed, although barely. The gate remains locked, but the vines are cleared enough that the fenced in area can be seen. The area in the middle of the island is glowing, brightly colored with the beginning of the waterfall, the rainbow fish swimming in the small pool of water. The trees that are in the fenced in area are bright with life and colors, shining as if they were in the midst of spring and not winter. Petals from the flowers that decorate the vines and trees gently fall, landing on the icy surface of the pond. Silence invades the wintry meadow, crushing upon the meadow with great strength as the wind howls silently. The sky is pure black, the only light seen is the glistening stars, all shining as brightly as the northern star. Bright strips of rainbow appear in the sky, the aurora waving like the waves of the ocean themselves. Softly, stealthily a small tune is heard to only those truly lost in the meadow’s power. The tune is filled with what words can only describe as confusion as joy and peace meld with depression and war, hatred and love weaving in and out of the tune like a needle and thread. The tune is suddenly broken, and the meadow disappears, leaving nothing behind but darkness and emptiness until the cycle repeats another day.
Marieta Maglas Aug 2013
In the musical magnificence,
Bright-blue reflector movements
cover the melting color of the sky.
Darkness forms a space of eating-
No silence, yet.

White lyrics root in our soul spaces
allowing the vascular happiness
to ‘hold on’ the feelings as being in chains,
as well as in the rhythm of time-
No sadness.

The feelings swell, and branch
in the flowing sounds.
They embellish the souls.
While sparkling, the sounds
spring out from the feelings
into the sereneness-
No falling down.

The souls reach their state of grace
at the ‘human touch’.
White words mean his seducing voice.
The voice makes angles,
dances the spring of minds,
and feeds the ‘soul time’.
The grace dwells ‘ out of the blue’
as being the first scream of the earth.
The ‘human touch ‘ ‘feels like forever’
the seducing voice-
No emptiness.

The angles change at the ‘edge of a dream’.
The inside of hearing blows bluely the words.
The dream is born into a new, decomposable
silence due to the saxophone compositions.
This silence is a canvas
for a red art of nakedness-
No other angle.

From a forgotten corner,
the 'moon dew' comes
To get applause.
No other Joe Cocker.
Byron Nov 2012
11-7-12

These streets and hidden walkways are my mischief parody now. A mockery of what this city had been to me, a false harken to nothing better yet still...her and me...and us and them...we could of been so grand if things had just fallen better.

I would have that job at some cubicle in some skyscraper and you would work in the schools with the kids who needed your love and they would struggle and be grateful. Our days would be full and meaningful with hopeful promises of progress and achievement. Then in the evenings I would pace my way home, to our home, the one on the hillside, with a window and balcony overlooking everything. And we would have a daughter and a son in the works and make love on a whim, enough love for the both of us every-time. And you would spill your day in front of me, everyday and I would never grow tired of any of it. And then in the morning I would rise quiet not to wake you and boil a full *** of coffee, not the expensive kind but just coffee, and read my paper on the warming kitchen table. I would read of politics and people and cats in trees and drink another sip. And you would wake and peek around the corner showing only a quiet smile and at my sight you sat and gently nursed the cup I had already poured for you. Still silent you would crawl into the chair as shiver ran down your spine, revealing the winkles in your face as you puckered but returned to the sereneness that was your always-expression, the same creeping smile that asked nothing but gave so much. [As you ask] Soon I tell you the happenings of our world and paint you the window I had only just read. Piecing together my words in bundles of sage breviloquence, still sifting through the chalky pages as you sighed in such sunrise-joy. And you would leave early as I left not to soon after and we both drove our own cars and parked them at our work and went about our day. And I would drive home from my cubicle to our house on the hill with our plan for a daughter and make love to you in many places, wait for you to go to sleep and find my way out to the balcony. And I would look for hours at the skyline, of the midnight machinery, dripping seas in black, of my own invention. And I would wait for you to come around that corner, out to the balcony, with your hair in your hands beaconing for me to come back to bed, because you knew all the thoughts in my mind and none where worth having in this late, in this night, with this job, with this car, in this place, on this hillside beaconing as well for me to stay. And I would phantom back to your side then remember the child we had on the way, only earlier that day, you told me, and I barely believed the words meant what they did, in this time, in this way. Then maybe on that day we would hold our child and look at him, or her, and you would say something kind and I would agree. And we would live in our house on the hillside for many years and you would still teach children, our children. And I would still get a raise every now and again at the job I would drive to except on tuesdays when we would all stay at home and play and laugh and gather up our dreams in a *** and burry it in the backyard. And our days would still be full and meaningful with hopeful promises of progress and achievement. And the kids would still need your love and be grateful. And so would I, after all these years, every-time enough.
Found myself centred around this river
As if it were my life, its shallows deepening
Into falling curves and rocky
Foundation, yet cluttered in part
With stagnating ****, at other times
Flowing freely and softly engaging me
Without its steaming torrents.

The waterfall thinks it can engulf me and
I consider it at times denying it identity
But sometimes it speaks loudly and refuses
To whisper....’And so you’re there’ I say, and here
Its raging response tumbling me into depths
Out of my control..... or so it thinks.

I emerge for air and breathe in deeply
To sustain me, for when I speak
It is with something resembling coherence
To blag me time from the place of harm
Where it dips sharply and crashes onto slithers
Of icy uncertainty, I begin to wipe my brow clean.

Releasing me from its fooling ways preventing the air
Being squelched from me; take it easy with me
My mind desires you to behave and let me be
Don’t fool me into calm currents only to be tossed
Amongst the white watery crash of boulders rounding
Beneath me, sharp shards covered by your caressing hands
That persuades my innocent eyes to close
To the raging force of veiled kindness

I can remember the ripples of softness that would
Cover my palm with coolness
That dappled in sunlight, reflecting my face
Asking me to admire the stillness
And I believed in the sereneness of the ebb and flow
That sheltered me in fineness with absorbent lining
Reminding me of life absent to the steep slant
Towards the shelled out wreck of my world...burnt out.
Melissa Jimenez Dec 2012
Those real moments in life.
The way your heart beat slows down and time stops right before a race as you wait for that gun to go off.
The smile on that baby's face when you do something so silly and pure with them.
The ridiculous noise that bursts out of you when you're sincerely laughing with your best friend.
The way your lips blend into theirs when you share a true kiss.
The heart beat rhythm shared during a meaningful hug.
That terrifyingly sweet moment as you open up an AP Test and seal your fate with a good or bad pass.
The day you set off and start a new school.
The feel of the music grooving through your soul at a show.
The sereneness of peace achieved after honest prayer.
The tears that run down your face when your heart gets broken by a loved one.
The quiet time in your room at night, totally undisturbed silence as your thoughts are unleashed.
That loving glance from family given to you when you accomplish a goal.
The moment you pass the finish line of a race and your head is still in race mode.

What is life?
Travis Green Sep 2021
He is my **** slim sereneness
My lean dream king
My hot starry allurer
My fragrantly flexing fascinator
My delightfully appetizing enticer
My dreamy chocolate dazzler
An immaculate, dope *** man
All greatly flavored
Everything that glows with emotion
That oozes sweet smoothness
Travis Green Aug 2021
I become lost
In the awesomeness of reality
The perpetual zest that rests
Incredibly amongst the huge
Luscious landscape
The gorgeous green trees
The exquisite, breezy river
That radiates electric enchantment
In the atmosphere

I long to devour
The deliciously divine ambrosia
That lies in the nethermost caves
Glow in gratification, rich, refined
Artful ardor, blooming enthusiastically
Sweet-flavored thoughts evolving
Without rhyme or reason
As I concede to the perennial streams
Of sereneness far and near
Mirza Lazim Jan 2018
Resisting the pressures of past,
the most arduous duty I pursue,
I am sorry for missing myself
and sorry for missing you
in this rugged struggle.
And yet it is not too late
to deeply smile upon today.
So, I have a firm belief,
you'll remember all the past
in peace and sereneness,
time will wash all pains away
and defuse all seriousness.
You'll let me joke, you will see...
And I will feel free with you.
Then pensively I will ask:
'maybe for God to miss you?'
With different beliefs we carry
We both will laugh at this view.
However, with inner confession
only I will have perceived
the severity of my question.
You will just be angry
at my 'frivolous' way
But for me hereafter
the life is not anyway
as strict as a humour.
Strict it's my poetry - my poet me
- my solace neglected by you...
You are always very near,
as unwritten letters of mine,
as untold feelings flying through.
But I can type nothing to you
You are so cruel that
have broken my fingers also...
Just be a bit generous,
at least tell me any way
how without you to overcome
missing - in any meaning -
craving and hard losses?!
Travis Green Sep 2021
I can lose myself
In your dazzling darkness
Compose consequential poems
About you that stream
In perennial sereneness
Think about you all the time
How your hazel eyes
Tell me that you love me
That you have always wanted
To be more than friends
Travis Green Sep 2021
Your kisses bring me sereneness
Lying with you on the bright
Medallion sand
My hands on your glowing
Black beard
Taking in the smoothness
Of your mansion
Your eyes like
The magical
Breathless dawn
A world I can explore
And explore
Go beyond the shores
Of your lake
And taste
Your enrapturing existence
Lorie Laconico Sep 2018
M
In the lonely existence of my thoughts,
The only thing I hear is the soft, loud murmur of words exchanging,
The crunch of wrappers,
Opening
Closing
Wrapping
Being thrown,
The creaks of chairs being moved
To
There
And fro,
The sound of bag chains, trays chuted and orders done,
The calming sound of laughter being made and given.
In the lonely existence of my thoughts,
I found sereneness.
With a cup of cold coffee,
Water draining
Evaporating,
Leaving a circled mark of water on the table
And the light passing,
Gave a sense of serendipity,
With the voice of Adele from the speakers.
In my lonely existence,
The sound of low murmurs gave me assurance.
Of something real and human and true,
Of what it’s like to live and feel,
Of empathy and joy.
And on how my lonely existence can be not so lonely,
Even on a mundane fast food chain
giofuellos Jul 2019
Midnight light, will you goad my eyes
   into the unbelievable sereneness of sleep,
And hush into silence the sleepless trucks
   that lines the expanding horizon;
The bicycle man rests his head on his saddle
   dreaming of bombing descents and leg stretches,
   and the hot streaming aroma of consciousness
   on gradient hilltops overlooking blazing mountains
   passing the silence of the lakes;
Carefully cruising along the highways of the mind,
   going into the light, and ecstasy, and madness;
Revolving, recurring, returning
   into deep slumber then onto the frantic going,
   along the wearisome expanse of flatland purgatories
   then onto the doorsteps of mighty heaven,
   rising up into the chill clouds of eternity and nothingness.
I am awake! and Fortuna's capricious wheel is now turning,
   now I shall rest my future-looking for my going is now
   unfolding!
Shivpriya Mar 2019
My aspiring faith has the
whelming courteousness.

It is tired of searching
you in the redintegration of
its jammiest sereneness.

The oblivescence wants
to say goodbye!

But the benevolent concern
of emotional readiness,
feels the frabjous joy by
submerging into an
ingratiatingly adorable
world.

-Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions
Travis Green Oct 2021
You are too breathtakingly handsome
For me not to envision filling
Your world with romantic words
That glitter in your alluring brown eyes
Read my poetry, breathe in every line
See how sublime you feel
When my love flows immeasurably
In your vessel, when my kisses
Reach you in your dreams
When my sereneness surrounds you
When you can feel my majestic caresses
That wakes you up from your sleep
As you stare around your bedroom
Dwelling on how I could be so near you
Yet I am nowhere to be seen
Riju Gupta Sep 2020
*** with the stranger
In a dark night
You feel
the unknown hand
the coldness of an unknown bed

Warm body
Heavy breaths
Dry lips
Approaching
To be held
To be kissed
To be felt

Trembling with joy of love
Yet the fear of unknown

Lips felt
Breaths synched
Warmth shared

Bodies celebrated
Clutched in comfort of
*** with the stranger

Eyes locked
Bodies wrapped
Hands held
Sereneness took over fear
Trembling body became calm
Unknown became known
*** became love
Feeling when you share yourself with someone
giofuellos Jun 2021
Only god forgives,
Not the mason’s hammer
Nor the worker’s fists;
Only god forgives,
Not the farmer’s sickle
Nor their plows sitting idle
On lands they can’t toil;
Only god forgives,
Not the writer’s pen
Bleeding the ink of indignation,
Overflowing with grief and anger;
     Wizards transmuting pencil lead
     Into bullets that can pierce the hollow man’s breast;
Only god forgives,
Not the artist’s brush
Stripping naked the arrogance of centuries
On the turbulent canvas of history
For everyone to see:

That it is men and not gods
That block the sun rising in the East
High above their steel mountains
Holding the moon ransom,
Locked in prison never to dream,
Never to give solace nor the sereneness of sleep

Only god forgives, only gods forgive!
Not the restless masses, not the people rising!
Only god forgives, only god betrays
But never our hands, our fists,
Never our hearts, never our memories!
Universe Poems Sep 2021
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© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Travis Green Feb 2023
When I look at him
He is a pristine teeming dreamland
That calms and charms me
That has me awestruck and hopped up
So hung up on his beautifully bearded brightness

I hanker to exist with him
In a passionate painted paradise in eternity
Where we marry each other
Where he enraptures me with his superior
His colossal remarkable machoness
Deep in my heart and soul
His dopeness in my bones

He is my grand enchanting home
All the comfort I need all around me
A gleaming cherry tree
That stands high in the shining and smiling sky
That makes me feel so merry and bright

He guides me to unrivaled heights
Beyond the vast, spectacular galaxies
I drown in him, I listen to his dopacetic voice
My gayness sways in the wind of his winsomeness
I taste him in my mouth
His eccentric electric majesticness

He has me in tune with his smooth pulchritudinous grooviness
To be in endless sereneness with his supremeness
The sensual, steamy splendor of his keen kingdom
The impeccable impressiveness of his masculineness
He is a pleasurably treasured vessel
Of handsome high-level enchantment
Everything that compels my senses
Travis Green Oct 2021
He’s deliciously sculpted
Hot glorious thunder
Rare unattainable magic
A passionate statuesque king
A supreme springtime sereneness
That I dream of rendering
My kingdom to unhesitatingly
Travis Green Sep 2021
His wet, oiled muscles moved
My womanly vessel toward him
At a rapid pace, begging to caress
The corrugated sereneness and leanness
Of his light-yellow tanned chest
And expanded biceps, magnificently
Marveled arms, the warm, splendorous
Form of his broad masculine thighs
Flawlessly framed legs I longed  
To be interwoven with my soft
Slender legs, his hands rubbing
The moist magic within me
Feeling the molten heat
Of my existence, slapping
My bootylicious ***, gliding
His fingertips up and down
The sweet dreaminess of my back
Taking total control of my body
As he mesmerized my flowery
Center with his rigid pole of heat
Travis Green May 2022
I am me, and that’s what distinguishes
My individuality among the rest
I don’t have anything to prove to anyone
But to embrace my sheer vibrant sexuality
My flamboyant unparalleled gayness
My ardent chocolate body dances
To the irresistibly exquisite beat
Of my smooth lissome feet

I am the eternal eastern wind
Moving ever so freely
In the keen gleaming heartland
Delicate, reverent, and fresh
Pleasantly sweet and refreshing
Soothing lucid notes rise and shine
All around my flawless fabulous frame
No one can convince me that

I am a genuinely brilliant gem
Within me, I am bursting with boldness
Immense inventiveness and ingeniousness
I shine in my own private world
Where I delight in the bright
Sunshine and rainbows
The most dazzling fireworks
That glitter with hot magical wonder
Delicious and rich as pure golden honey
As thick, incandescent chocolate
Melting on my soft tongue

I am a fiery flowery man
Traveling at the speed of light
Through the immaculate spectacular galaxies
In synchronicity with all the
Phenomenal, prodigious planets
I breathe in the supreme sereneness
In the resplendent rings Of Saturn
I gain profound insight from venerable Venus
Locked to the hotness of macho Mars
In ripping rhythm with electric eclectic Neptune

I am a jazzy jamming gay sensation
Greatly enamored by marvelously favorable Samsons
Dapper, dreamy-shaven marvels
Bearded, dark-haired rarities
Tall, suave, and incomparable
Cherishable and imperishable
Brimful of vivid and wondrous dreams
I adore their blissful headspace
The way they move throughout reality
In all of their royal and luxurious splendor
Mellow soul-lit dopeness
Deep, stellar, and refreshing as ever

I am immersively colorful
As the gorgeous, sun-kissed flowers
Flourishing in the delightful, fanciful, and
Enchanting landscape
I know no bounds to how
My aura sparkles in their world
I am me, thick with self-love
I don’t need to be validated by society
To exist in all my gayliciousness
Travis Green Sep 2021
Many people would say I am overly gay
The way I post aplenty poetry about distinctive
And enchanting men, clean-limbed, powerfully
Built, astonishingly solid, hardworking men
Streaming with sereneness, tenderness and
A rude boy attitude – here I go again
Somehow, I have deviated from the focus
Of attention, but I can’t help it, it’s in
My nature to be attracted to the same ***
To admire their broad and beauteous worlds
What goes on in their minds, what kind
Of dreams do they dream, what are their
Favorite enjoyments, what kind of music
Gets them in the groove, what kind of rides
Do they like, how I might coexist in their lives?

I am just a glittering gay gemstone, a flowery
Rainbow of dreams, a fabulous ******
A fecund punk who cares less what anyone
Has to say about me, I am phenomenally made
My mind is composed of enormous enlightenment
My vernacular is broad-ranging, profound
And highly incomparable, I am so much more
Than a homosexual, I am a goal-oriented man
An educated, self-validated, and self-loving man
An immeasurably intuitive man, an extremely
Empathetic being, a marvelous star in my own heart
A fiery brilliance in the sunshine, an unforgettable boy
Carrying a story with him far apart from anyone else

I have weathered many challenges in my life
The ongoing bullying that never appeared to cease
Being punched in the face, my face slammed
Against a wall, seeing shadowy stars and scarlet
Scenes after it all, falling on the blackened floor
Perplexed, threatened, feeling like I was passing away
Like failing eagle losing the gift of flight

I was blessed to be alive from that cataclysmic
Encounter, but the months onward taught me
The pinnacle of lessons in life at such a young age,
One’s that consisted of being intimidated daily
On the bus, walking down the school hallways,
In classrooms, and even waiting outside to get
On the bus – I never imagined that an adolescent
Could face the waves of desolation, trying to be
Strong, but on the inside, I was cracking like
A picture frame, going deranged, amber flamed
Wondering why a boy like me had experience
Such savagery at the hands of considerable youngsters
Travis Green May 2021
In the light of my dreams
I see him shine so supreme
I beam in his sereneness
His fragrance is enchanting
His brilliant complexion stirs my world
I adore his ardor, his sparkling aura
His slim body is fresh and poetically rhythmical
To kiss his covetable lips
Rub my fingers upon his glowing face
Fall into his incessant enthrallment
Travis Green Jun 2022
Your soft, sweet, and enchanting eyes
Are all I can see in my mind
Angelically handsome, romantic, and affectionate
I want to dive into their enthusing pool
Of pure blissful heavenliness
Let them bring sereneness to my existence
Seep into their glistening pristine extremities

Let their ever measureless magic enrapture me
Carry me into the eternal cherishable world
Where I can marvel at their alluringness
Become increasingly bewitched by
Their cosmic crash-hot charm
My A-list sun-kissed Romeo
Electric top-level spectacle

You give me crazy A-grade sensations
You keep me steadily blazed
Encased in your engagingness
Gandering into your entrancing eyes
How they romance me infinitely
Make my mouth water
Make me lose my focus

They make me so stoked by their dopeness
The uncontrollable, engrossing passion
In their maze of fantastical
All-consuming dreams
I am forever vulnerable
To their unconquerable hotness
Travis Green Aug 2021
She may have your love
But she will never have your heart
The way I hold it near to mine
She can give you all the enchantment
She has stored in her vessel
But I know in my soul you
Will never be able to completely
Settle down with her

I will always be the one
You found pure contentedness in
Your nighttime charm
Who knew how to calm your heart
Your spark of light shining blazingly
Over your nation to create elevation

My adoration will forever navigate
With your existence to remind you
Of the infinite sereneness I possess
That no one else can ever give to you
I know you will think of me daily
Even when you call her your baby
Memories of my essence will sift
Through the air for you to stare above you
And know a part of me will
Perpetually stay with you
Travis Green May 2022
I adore your romantic and exclusively poetical voice
How your superlatively noteworthy words
Melt like delicious, visible, and mushy butter in my mouth
The way your sinuous fingertips trail over my flamboyant cheeks
My temples, my third eye, my forehead

Kiss me enchantingly, my starry dream charmer
Swallow my gayness, taste the rainbow
While I take in your fresh, delectable smell
Stare into your dreamy green eyes

Drown into your sea of sensuous sweetness
Enfold me in your ravishing iridescent incredibleness
Let me bask in your luxuriously loving hotness
Surrounded by your infinite ebullient sereneness
Travis Green Oct 2021
He had my attention
His winsomeness
Had me drifting
In sensual dimensions
Feeling his sereneness
His enthusiastic existence
His hazel eyes
A masterpiece
Emanating with magic
Inhale your Dolce & Gabbana fragrance
His complete sweet nature
So overwhelmingly compelling
How I could luxuriate
In his superlativeness
Travis Green Nov 2020
The men I adore are full of fascinating discoveries,
unparalleled inventions, so interestingly creative
and detail-oriented, innovative, independent,
influential, and impressive.  I admire their inspiring
diction, their intuitive minds, so dapper and dashing,
so handsomely molded and well-spoken, the kind of men
that makes you fall their amazing aura, every cell
of their muscular vessel.  They are so increasingly
deep, a bright boldness of affection caressing my skin
on the warmest days when the sunlight shimmers
in the sky-blue scenery.  Their eyes are so spellbinding,
their lips so seductively juicy, their chest so impressively
flexing, the way their swag splashes in my system,
the way their arms are so hot and solid, their muscles
so robust and enough.  They have the phattest *****,
so bootylicious, blooming, breathtaking, a masterpiece
of passion so massively appealing, big bulldozer boys,
daddy **** so thick, making it hard for me to breathe,
humongous monster hanging, the head so pleasant,
the ***** so enthralling, wanting to ******* it all,
taste their manly pleasures, their whole ocean of sleekly
sweet scenes.  Envelop me in their deepest treasures,
let me feel their static electricity, let me smell
their cologne, Ethika boxers, and socks, let me
lick their tattoos, become ***** with ****** urges.
I want to enter their dreams, stream in their sereneness,
cuddle up in their man kingdom, massage their ******
skin, so covered in their florescent frequency, their pure,
milky magic, basking in their masculine *******.
Travis Green Sep 2021
I found love
In the fires
Of his desirous dynasty
When he lit his cigarette
With his silvery lighter
Staring my way
With his round brown eyes
Lips thick and tantalizing
Beard bountiful
Making me want
To hold on to his body
And feel his world
Continuously spinning
Around and around
In sereneness
Travis Green Aug 2021
You danced upbeatly
In the sweetness
Of my existence
A sheer, sincere dreamboat
That makes my soul float
In your grandiose oceans

Your sultry swagger
Wrapped me in your alluring
Breeze of passion
A fresh young flex
Dreadhead gang
Superbad with the slang
My scrumptious country flame
Rocking hot, designer chains

You were an ambitious, luscious hustler
A sereneness, supremeness
A dreaminess careening through my being
Bringing me extensive enjoyment enduringly
Travis Green Aug 2021
I breathed in the last words
You had to say to me
The last expression
You gave at me
When you said
You were threw with me
When you said
There was nothing
I could do to make you
Stay with me

I watched you
Stand on the pavement
So greatly enraged
Telling me how
I manipulated you
In this relationship
How I gave rise to
Heartbreak in your life
How I never believed in you
Put everyone above you

I’m so sorry, my darling
That you have orchestrated
These thoughts to sabotage my heart
That you have lied on me repeatedly
How can you speak so unambiguously?
How can you say I was never there for you?
I was always there in your corner
Giving you the strength to move forward

Even when you had no clue
What your next move was going to be
I stayed up all night devising strategies
For you to succeed because you were my king
You were my heartbeat
And I believed in your hustle
I was your backbone

I would never let you go on your own
It’s so unusual that you
Choose to forget the facts
Try to disempower me
With your misguided lies
But I won’t allow you to get to me
I know I was nothing but good to you
I will let you fly away in sereneness
There’s no need to even go there
With you anymore
Travis Green Jun 2022
I sink into your gentleness
Your dreaminess
Your sereneness
Your youthfulness
Your elegancy

You are my hot
Starry marvel
Awash with ardor
Fearless rareness
Bright-eyed
Vigorous charmer

I succumb
To your hunkiness
Your desirable
Cherishable
Fires of enchantment
Romance me deeply

I need you
To stream into your dreamy
Unflinching masculinity
Hunger for your thunder
For endless blissful nights
Where we fade
Into one another
Travis Green Aug 2021
I write enrapturing poetry
With thoughts of your goldenness
Flowing in sereneness
Effervescently in my heavenly vessel
My fingers feeling the smooth surface
Of the poetical page, so sweetly scintillated
Impeccable diction, devoted emotions
Cosmic warmth, transports of delight

It is you that is within my bone and body
Softly singing sensual tunes
Over my fascinated flesh
Such a pleasurable invitation
That guides me into widespread gateways
Where your exuberant innocence greets me
Holds me, rubs me, loves me for me
Travis Green Apr 2022
He is so wildly inviting
Bright magical dynasty
Priceless unrivaled rarity
Monumentally man-nificent

I feel unreserved rhapsody with him
I have a sweet tooth
He is the deliciousness that I need in my mouth
To satisfy my craving

I am so infatuated by his amazingness
He speaks the sexiest slang that overexcites me
I can taste his fresh flavor on my tongue
He enamors my gay nature

He makes me ache to lay in bed with him
Nuzzle up to him to stream in his sereneness
To feel his seamless, resilient limbs
Immensely gleaming and galvanizing

His eyes are dramatically attention-grabbing
He distracts my focus
All I can linger upon is his loving seductiveness
I hunger to know everything about him
Travis Green May 2021
I gazed at the greatness of your kingdom
Marveled at the square root of truth
Emanating from your nation
I inhaled your silvery songs
Suffused with drumbeating rhythm
Kissed the pages within your existence
Sought sweetness from your physique
You were a picturesque adventure
A streaming sereneness coursing through my skin
So masterfully magical, so boundlessly bright
Reconstructing my love for you
Into a deeper depth that unlocked
Doorways to greater fascinations
I caroused in your immersive desires
Submerged in your fructiferous deliciousness
Tasting superlative pleasures
Feeling your endless metropolitan
Of unprecedented enchantment
Slipping into creamy ecstasy
So far in your radiated homeland
Making my heart linger
in your enhanced handsomeness
Travis Green Sep 2023
He snags my view
With his staggeringly
Awe-inspiring splashiness
Warms me up
Gives me a rush
Like a tension-filled thriller

Drives me nuts
Has me crushing on him
Loving on him
Delight in wild
And exhilarating rides with him

Feel his extraordinary alluringness
Flowing within my circulatory system
Explore the uncharted
Territories of his mind
Look deeply
Into his bewitching peepers

Dwelling on him
Treasuring him fervently
The incomparable rapture and sereneness
He brings to me
I crave to lay with him

My tasty lips on his turgid nips
His hands on my massive milk cans
Hold me in captivity
With his exquisitely irresistible deliciousness
Blissfully kissing
Surrender to his supreme influence

I am so in love with his pumped-up construction
His commanding sinew
His impressive pectorals
His chiseled arms
His mighty lower limbs
His prominent package
His eye-candy backside

He is superb to observe
Dreamy as a daydream
Gentle as a heavenly cloud
I find perennial contentedness
In being around him

Find his looks unbelievably appealing
His unmatched swagger
Magnetizes me to the max
He steals my breath
Until the world stops turning
I will forever be immersed
In his sheer picturesqueness
Travis Green Oct 2022
You make my thermostat
Blast off to burning-hot Mars
In your dreamy gleaming proximity
I cling to your masculinity endlessly

Feel the gentleness and interestingness
Of your lean sensual chemistry
I surrender to your ever-increasing
And high-spirited energy

I esteem your relentless seamless sereneness
Your tremendous sweetness
My embraceable flirtatious sensation
Your hunkiness gives me the munchies

Make me hunger to ****-in witcha
Give ya a helluva feel-good rub down
Deft, compelling, and ****** caresses
Evocative, full-body solacement

Swathe your fond passionate hotness
In tenderly affectionate dreams
Warm, winsome wonderment, you are
My finest boundless astoundingness
I gravitate toward your engaging, playful nature
Travis Green Mar 2022
I crave an electric kinetic kryptonite
Like you in my life
Lay down with you on a blanket
Of dreamy, shimmering crimson rose
In nakedness and togetherness
You steady kiss my back
And grasp my massive fabulous ***
I become rapt in your enclasp

You bite my soft foxy shoulders
I gasp sweet fervent heat
I feel your hands on my superbly curvy *******
You rub my ***** voluptuous *******
I can no longer help myself
I am glued to your super smooth manhood
You got me soaked in your dopeness
Your flex is an automatic supersonic beast

You enrapture my membranes
Throw my frequency off balance
My wet dreams come to life
Like a lovely bright flower that comes into blossom
I feel so connected to you
With flesh to flesh and lips to lips
You got me lost in a marvelous cosmical galaxy
Where your attractiveness prevails over me

You transform my world
Into immaculate smacknificent magic
With your adorned glory
You giftwrap me in your intriguing sizzling passion
Your saucy chocolate kisses
Make me melt in your impenetrable manliness
You are an enchanting canvas of art
An awe-inspiring and suave king

I love how you shine
How you feed my soul continuous affection
Your supreme sereneness communicates to my body
In the most monumental ways
I want you to *** me throughout the night
Take possession of my body
Let me feel all your masculinity
Travis Green Oct 2021
I crave to float
In your waves
Of adoration
Melt away
Into your masculinity
Feel your hands
As they move
Up to my back
To the left side
Of my neck
Whisper ardent words
In my ears
Be my exquisite lover
Of the splendacious blue seas
Warm my skin
Shower me
In your sereneness
Let me bask
In the magic
Of your muscles
Your coveted chocolate lips
Brown, orange sunrise eyes
I can get lost inside of forever
And never rush back
To all the things
I left behind

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