"smoochy" poems - Hello Poetry

She's real smoochy She's my hoochie ******* She's my sweet little Koala Bear. She's so cute And she's a total hoot Keeps me smiling throughout the day. Nice and cuddly She's bubbly wubbly Soothes all my troubles away. She's kinda kooky She's my nooky wooky My little Koo Koo Koala Bear. She climbs my tree And she talks to me Ever so softly. She holds me tight Through the darkest night Quietens me when I'm afraid. Don't you ever leave me, will ya My lovely little sweet My sweet little lovely, Koala Bear.

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC

bardo

My sweet little Koala Bear

She's real smoochy She's my hoochie ******* She's my sweet little Koala Bear. She's so cute And she's a total hoot Keeps me smiling throughout the day. Nice and cuddly She's bubbly wubbly Soothes all my troubles away. She's kinda kooky She's my nooky wooky My little Koo Koo Koala Bear. She climbs my tree And she talks to me Ever so softly. She holds me tight Through the darkest night Quietens me when I'm afraid. Don't you ever leave me, will ya My lovely little sweet My sweet little lovely, Koala Bear.

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Carpe Diem funny boy did you wait till it was too late hurry hurry worry worry you took life in big giant bites and then had to stop to break only when you defeated yourself hurry hurry worry worry but even then after breaking you got up and overcame your life and art were amazing and never the same race hard then fall or stall and then once again get up and give it your all you did it again and again be extraordinary hurry hurry worry worry never the same look how you overcame Good Will Hunting Dead Poets Jumanji Mork from Ork Patch Adams Awakenings with De Niro Aladdin Death to Smoochy Insomnia Peter Pan Mrs Doubtfire Good Morning Vietnam Jakob the Liar hurry hurry worry worry I have to stop not because I am out of art there are many more but because my fingers are tired of typing titles Peter Pan you stayed young fought the dark and won many triumphs again and again hurry hurry worry worry you ran an amazing race and a pace for two lifetimes in the end the dark caught you but you left behind a mark of amazing art "gather ye rosebuds while ye may" - Robert Herrick Carpe Diem Rest funny man

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC

JustArunC

Robin Williams 1951-2014, Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem funny boy did you wait till it was too late hurry hurry worry worry you took life in big giant bites and then had to stop to break only when you defeated yourself hurry hurry worry worry but even then after breaking you got up and overcame your life and art were amazing and never the same race hard then fall or stall and then once again get up and give it your all you did it again and again be extraordinary hurry hurry worry worry never the same look how you overcame Good Will Hunting Dead Poets Jumanji Mork from Ork Patch Adams Awakenings with De Niro Aladdin Death to Smoochy Insomnia Peter Pan Mrs Doubtfire Good Morning Vietnam Jakob the Liar hurry hurry worry worry I have to stop not because I am out of art there are many more but because my fingers are tired of typing titles Peter Pan you stayed young fought the dark and won many triumphs again and again hurry hurry worry worry you ran an amazing race and a pace for two lifetimes in the end the dark caught you but you left behind a mark of amazing art "gather ye rosebuds while ye may" - Robert Herrick Carpe Diem Rest funny man

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last I wanna see or hear is you cried. cause the pain I get from that hurts inside. I feel your sorrow,I feel how hollow. But remember,If i'm in your heart then move on to tomorrow. Cant you see? Baby? The love I have is truly, eternally,And specifically yours? The only women in my life that I adore. That I respect and cherish each sec,when you take away my breath. with you I live for. Do or don't tell me more, If you wanna keep to yourself I understand,and I respect that. But baby when you cry,its my job,my priority to prevent that. Make sure that,each tear is less dense and not emotionally filled. its not your fault,it never will. So please don't regret any choice you made babe,cause my love will ill. I know you cry to get it out and,It will never happen when my heart is in. Each tear will dissapear,and any fear,we'll overcome. As long as I can heal it,With God's help Love will always be sung. With each breath from my lungs,not asthma can prevent me,to stop running with those tears. I catch each one,kiss each one,and let the pain dissapear... Not one will slip,from my hand, As long as your heart has grip on me, I help you stand. YOU'LL never need another hand. Cause my heart,my love,MY trust,I will be the only man. 3-28-12 Each day, each week, each kiss we give, every time we speak, I fall hard with love for you so strong it leaves me weak,but I still give. MY BOO! I mean,your my one,and only!. DONT ever forget,I'm here,you never are lonely. BAbe, My pookie, My joy. my sweet cookie, Lovey dovey chipsahoy. sweet kissy kiss smoochy smoochy. EACH moment with you is filled with bliss, romance,and butterflies make heart and stomach lift. Tisk-tisk-tisk Yeah! -.- →You now you always win. In any love fight we have, but I always win if we both end up cuddlin. And snugglin,with alotta smoochy! smoochy! Cmon admit it ;) (its a tie), Don't cha think mi pookie? Haha I love everytime we hold hands,and its like there's no limmit to our convos. No matter where we stand You light my side up with one smile,a blessing to witness and have,your time and attention, I can go on for miles. I CAN say the things that makes your day,And remind you of my support and love for you,Like I did last nite. Before you went to bed, You gotta a text from me,and you read,all the sweet comforting.Words that I wrote, you can almost hear me sing. Even if my voice is bad, I'm glad that your nite was made, And I can rest myself. Knowing our love safe, And your tears are saved. BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez 6/28/12

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

emmanuel-jv-hernandez

The 2 Poems She Never Heard....

last I wanna see or hear is you cried. cause the pain I get from that hurts inside. I feel your sorrow,I feel how hollow. But remember,If i'm in your heart then move on to tomorrow. Cant you see? Baby? The love I have is truly, eternally,And specifically yours? The only women in my life that I adore. That I respect and cherish each sec,when you take away my breath. with you I live for. Do or don't tell me more, If you wanna keep to yourself I understand,and I respect that. But baby when you cry,its my job,my priority to prevent that. Make sure that,each tear is less dense and not emotionally filled. its not your fault,it never will. So please don't regret any choice you made babe,cause my love will ill. I know you cry to get it out and,It will never happen when my heart is in. Each tear will dissapear,and any fear,we'll overcome. As long as I can heal it,With God's help Love will always be sung. With each breath from my lungs,not asthma can prevent me,to stop running with those tears. I catch each one,kiss each one,and let the pain dissapear... Not one will slip,from my hand, As long as your heart has grip on me, I help you stand. YOU'LL never need another hand. Cause my heart,my love,MY trust,I will be the only man. 3-28-12 Each day, each week, each kiss we give, every time we speak, I fall hard with love for you so strong it leaves me weak,but I still give. MY BOO! I mean,your my one,and only!. DONT ever forget,I'm here,you never are lonely. BAbe, My pookie, My joy. my sweet cookie, Lovey dovey chipsahoy. sweet kissy kiss smoochy smoochy. EACH moment with you is filled with bliss, romance,and butterflies make heart and stomach lift. Tisk-tisk-tisk Yeah! -.- →You now you always win. In any love fight we have, but I always win if we both end up cuddlin. And snugglin,with alotta smoochy! smoochy! Cmon admit it ;) (its a tie), Don't cha think mi pookie? Haha I love everytime we hold hands,and its like there's no limmit to our convos. No matter where we stand You light my side up with one smile,a blessing to witness and have,your time and attention, I can go on for miles. I CAN say the things that makes your day,And remind you of my support and love for you,Like I did last nite. Before you went to bed, You gotta a text from me,and you read,all the sweet comforting.Words that I wrote, you can almost hear me sing. Even if my voice is bad, I'm glad that your nite was made, And I can rest myself. Knowing our love safe, And your tears are saved. BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez 6/28/12

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It's getting to be posh all these new folk with their dosh. buying up the property leaving nowt for you and me. It's not the same not as it was because, our street's got a brand new name. 'Petunia close' sounds like a dose of something bad, awful sad, that it's getting to be a bit posh round here, next year, I won't recognise the pie and mash shop the garage pit stop it will all be gucci,reebok smoochy bars, fast and frantic tarty cars. I'm moving out to Birmingham at least up there they still eat spam, I may move further North to Carlisle they'll not change not for a long while. Anyway I made a fortune holding on not selling too soon. (The problem is, not the solution or gentrifying or more pollution it's the weeding out and in their place making space for evolution)

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The cement mixer

It's getting to be posh all these new folk with their dosh. buying up the property leaving nowt for you and me. It's not the same not as it was because, our street's got a brand new name. 'Petunia close' sounds like a dose of something bad, awful sad, that it's getting to be a bit posh round here, next year, I won't recognise the pie and mash shop the garage pit stop it will all be gucci,reebok smoochy bars, fast and frantic tarty cars. I'm moving out to Birmingham at least up there they still eat spam, I may move further North to Carlisle they'll not change not for a long while. Anyway I made a fortune holding on not selling too soon. (The problem is, not the solution or gentrifying or more pollution it's the weeding out and in their place making space for evolution)

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Sometimes a poet has to ponder upon: substitutes suspense building breaking glueing grooving gazzillion broken pieces put back together Love Heart Rhythm pace of words Rhythm ! Shall words be beautiful ? Or aggressive ? For some opponent heavy readers Lovely words just don't suffice! ***Love words, cheesy romanticism and odes to beauty turn out to be:*** too easy too light not a delight a psyche's cry is heard: "Where is some drama!? For God's sake!!!" We hear annoyed reader's comments... **"Brother, this cheesy woobadaloo, smoochy kind of poetry ain't nothing but pure **** An effort compared to one, two three, slight steps in muddy warm water nothing much to do, a lurking pudding, fibble will... oh, my my oooooohh" no harm done but boring but! - there's always a - but! some badass poetic freak with it's head in the clouds tell me about Love dear! till the day's tiles are done. ***"Where's some culmination!!?!! Crime, anger, passion!!!?!!! Terriffic twists of turmoil, sweat, deceit... !??! At least a bit of dark matter puked on a silver platter!! Where is this abruptly amazing, abolishing lust for hedonism!!!?"*** fortune torture pain lust give me some more! blood, thorns screams, tears sweet **** Does beauty suffice!?! Without duality?! Is there a Real Poetry without Suffering ? Tell me poets!! Is there a Poetry- Divine without ugliness ?!? of words, energy, meanings without a constant fight!? inner dialogue characters opposition HAIKU!?!

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

TELL ME POETS!

Sometimes a poet has to ponder upon: substitutes suspense building breaking glueing grooving gazzillion broken pieces put back together Love Heart Rhythm pace of words Rhythm ! Shall words be beautiful ? Or aggressive ? For some opponent heavy readers Lovely words just don't suffice! ***Love words, cheesy romanticism and odes to beauty turn out to be:*** too easy too light not a delight a psyche's cry is heard: "Where is some drama!? For God's sake!!!" We hear annoyed reader's comments... **"Brother, this cheesy woobadaloo, smoochy kind of poetry ain't nothing but pure **** An effort compared to one, two three, slight steps in muddy warm water nothing much to do, a lurking pudding, fibble will... oh, my my oooooohh" no harm done but boring but! - there's always a - but! some badass poetic freak with it's head in the clouds tell me about Love dear! till the day's tiles are done. ***"Where's some culmination!!?!! Crime, anger, passion!!!?!!! Terriffic twists of turmoil, sweat, deceit... !??! At least a bit of dark matter puked on a silver platter!! Where is this abruptly amazing, abolishing lust for hedonism!!!?"*** fortune torture pain lust give me some more! blood, thorns screams, tears sweet **** Does beauty suffice!?! Without duality?! Is there a Real Poetry without Suffering ? Tell me poets!! Is there a Poetry- Divine without ugliness ?!? of words, energy, meanings without a constant fight!? inner dialogue characters opposition HAIKU!?!

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We go in through the garage to get to the back of the house, past my father who's working on a doll's house he is making, he nods and smiles, and we go in the back door where my mother is preparing dinner. Ok if we go to my room and listen to records? I say. Mum says it's all right, and we go through the passageway and up the stairs to my room and close the door. It's a small room with two single beds: my brother's and mine. He is out playing with friends, so we are alone. Milka looks around moodily. Not much room is there? she says. It's big enough. For what? Well nothing like that, as you're on and my brother could come in at anytime, I say. She sits on my bed and sighs. What records have you got then? she says. Elvis mainly. Is that all? she says, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Some jazz records, I say. Lie here with me she says after you've put an Elvis record on. I put an Elvis LP on the record player and lie beside her. Not much room is there, she moans. It's a single bed like yours and we have plenty of room there, I say. She kisses me and we snuggle up close listening to Elvis; my hand on her thigh and her hand on my hip. Shame I'm on, she says, we might have had a chance to do it. I know it would be risky, but say nothing, kiss her lips, hand on her **** holding close. Elvis gets smoochy; his voice filling the room. She licks my ear, tongues my tongue; her hand moving up my spine. Would you like some coffee or tea? My mother calls up. I say two teas please and know Milka's feeling fine.

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC

TerryCollett

MILKA'S FEELING FINE 1964.

We go in through the garage to get to the back of the house, past my father who's working on a doll's house he is making, he nods and smiles, and we go in the back door where my mother is preparing dinner. Ok if we go to my room and listen to records? I say. Mum says it's all right, and we go through the passageway and up the stairs to my room and close the door. It's a small room with two single beds: my brother's and mine. He is out playing with friends, so we are alone. Milka looks around moodily. Not much room is there? she says. It's big enough. For what? Well nothing like that, as you're on and my brother could come in at anytime, I say. She sits on my bed and sighs. What records have you got then? she says. Elvis mainly. Is that all? she says, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Some jazz records, I say. Lie here with me she says after you've put an Elvis record on. I put an Elvis LP on the record player and lie beside her. Not much room is there, she moans. It's a single bed like yours and we have plenty of room there, I say. She kisses me and we snuggle up close listening to Elvis; my hand on her thigh and her hand on my hip. Shame I'm on, she says, we might have had a chance to do it. I know it would be risky, but say nothing, kiss her lips, hand on her **** holding close. Elvis gets smoochy; his voice filling the room. She licks my ear, tongues my tongue; her hand moving up my spine. Would you like some coffee or tea? My mother calls up. I say two teas please and know Milka's feeling fine.

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My thought is like the Gold Crown So tiny yet so dear. But make a little smoochy sound And It disappears. My thought is like the desert. So vast and so dry. Heat and dust will make you merry. Flooded in the mirage of truth. My thought is like the ocean, Reflecting the shimmering sun Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets Hunting me with dark dreams My thought is like the moon Glorious at night Yet shy at day In it holds power and MIght. My thought is my blanket in the snow My ice in the Heat My light for the nights And my forever playmate.

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC

henryakeru

My Thoughts

My thought is like the Gold Crown So tiny yet so dear. But make a little smoochy sound And It disappears. My thought is like the desert. So vast and so dry. Heat and dust will make you merry. Flooded in the mirage of truth. My thought is like the ocean, Reflecting the shimmering sun Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets Hunting me with dark dreams My thought is like the moon Glorious at night Yet shy at day In it holds power and MIght. My thought is my blanket in the snow My ice in the Heat My light for the nights And my forever playmate.

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