"unparallel" poems - Hello Poetry

I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications. I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.

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Sep 1, 2010

Sep 1, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC

bianca-j-walker

Come Into My Life

I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications. I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.

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A l o n e Nothing other than utter bliss As my eyelids begin to passionately kiss My count of sheep depletes as my imagination grows My mind starts to open as my eyes begin to close Slowly welcoming the air to it’s royal chambers in my lungs With a handful of dreams within grasp even without opposable thumbs I become N U M B Thoughts ricochet around in my head Until they land upon old wounds left untreated & now infected Visions of the past present a possible future Unparallel to those predicted by life's various tutors Contemplating Waiting Waiting Then I find myself- soaring high with complete balance Steering this craft with faith beside acting as my ballast Leaping from safety and falling towards uncertainty Diving into a sea full of clarity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~v~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And so goes the plunge I submerge Pondering deep beyond previously set limits Never once resurfacing Drowning in yet to be deciphered waves Thus ending the reign of the once realist schemer Replaced by the newly appointed lucid dreamer

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Sep 10, 2015

Sep 10, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC

isaac-jenaro-tanielu

Z z z

A l o n e Nothing other than utter bliss As my eyelids begin to passionately kiss My count of sheep depletes as my imagination grows My mind starts to open as my eyes begin to close Slowly welcoming the air to it’s royal chambers in my lungs With a handful of dreams within grasp even without opposable thumbs I become N U M B Thoughts ricochet around in my head Until they land upon old wounds left untreated & now infected Visions of the past present a possible future Unparallel to those predicted by life's various tutors Contemplating Waiting Waiting Then I find myself- soaring high with complete balance Steering this craft with faith beside acting as my ballast Leaping from safety and falling towards uncertainty Diving into a sea full of clarity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~v~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And so goes the plunge I submerge Pondering deep beyond previously set limits Never once resurfacing Drowning in yet to be deciphered waves Thus ending the reign of the once realist schemer Replaced by the newly appointed lucid dreamer

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Gleam of sunshine strikes, Your face I see, narrowing my eyes, Another beautiful dream?, I ask myself, That warm fuzzy feeling in your lap as I lay, I still remember that day. Filter coffee, scrambled eggs n bread, Sip by sip I gaze you, see you blushing red, Your eyes signal me "hurry up, we gotta leave"! I smile, I promise I won't be the one to delay, I still remember that day. Out we set, crossing unparallel roads, With every milestone something new unfolds, Passing trees, passing peaks, you suddenly point your finger, You say "look! the horizon, at last we've reached the bay", I still remember that day. The grains of sand, drifting beneath our feet, Your hands in mine, this azure sea, I feel complete, We snorkel, we ride, we surf over the tide, Walking the boardwalk under the sunset, we espy the dolphins play, I still remember that day. Further down the street, we stumble upon a nun, She points the way to her church, to the north, the white one, In the twilight sky, bells ringing high, you sing hymns, With reflected candlelight in your serene eyes, I watch you pray, I still remember that day. Now we had been out all day, we were ravenous, Entering a bar, on cloud nine our happiness, Shots after shots, we crush everyone at the game of darts, For us champions, next rounds were on the house we didn't pay, I still remember that day. Today after 25 years, you're going through our album, Your sudden grin, the reason I can't fathom, You walk up to me briskly, show me an old photo of us both, And before you ask, I read you this poem and at the end, I say, "Yes my love, I still remember that day".

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC

sumedhpoems

I Still Remember That Day

Gleam of sunshine strikes, Your face I see, narrowing my eyes, Another beautiful dream?, I ask myself, That warm fuzzy feeling in your lap as I lay, I still remember that day. Filter coffee, scrambled eggs n bread, Sip by sip I gaze you, see you blushing red, Your eyes signal me "hurry up, we gotta leave"! I smile, I promise I won't be the one to delay, I still remember that day. Out we set, crossing unparallel roads, With every milestone something new unfolds, Passing trees, passing peaks, you suddenly point your finger, You say "look! the horizon, at last we've reached the bay", I still remember that day. The grains of sand, drifting beneath our feet, Your hands in mine, this azure sea, I feel complete, We snorkel, we ride, we surf over the tide, Walking the boardwalk under the sunset, we espy the dolphins play, I still remember that day. Further down the street, we stumble upon a nun, She points the way to her church, to the north, the white one, In the twilight sky, bells ringing high, you sing hymns, With reflected candlelight in your serene eyes, I watch you pray, I still remember that day. Now we had been out all day, we were ravenous, Entering a bar, on cloud nine our happiness, Shots after shots, we crush everyone at the game of darts, For us champions, next rounds were on the house we didn't pay, I still remember that day. Today after 25 years, you're going through our album, Your sudden grin, the reason I can't fathom, You walk up to me briskly, show me an old photo of us both, And before you ask, I read you this poem and at the end, I say, "Yes my love, I still remember that day".

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He thought his heart to be made of stone. As cold as ice, it was his own. None could bear it's weight, Forever alone, an etched fate. That was before he met the girl. Who was to disprove his rocky world. Her eyes of fire bore into him, The icicles began to drip within. Slowly at first, but soon faster. He struggled to stay his master, But her laugh and smile invigorated, Cracks in his solid heart created. He tried to slow down his melt, Unaccustomed and scared by what he felt. But her depth and thought, unparallel, Brought down the remains of his icy shell. All that was left was a rocky core. Satisfied, he thought she could do no more. But the warmth of her lips could not be denied, The stone crumbled, he melted inside.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC

nathaniel-brenner

Undeniable

He thought his heart to be made of stone. As cold as ice, it was his own. None could bear it's weight, Forever alone, an etched fate. That was before he met the girl. Who was to disprove his rocky world. Her eyes of fire bore into him, The icicles began to drip within. Slowly at first, but soon faster. He struggled to stay his master, But her laugh and smile invigorated, Cracks in his solid heart created. He tried to slow down his melt, Unaccustomed and scared by what he felt. But her depth and thought, unparallel, Brought down the remains of his icy shell. All that was left was a rocky core. Satisfied, he thought she could do no more. But the warmth of her lips could not be denied, The stone crumbled, he melted inside.

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To kiss your lips, I beg My mouth to hug yours And embrace a taste Of your beautiful breath Breast and whatever’s left And caress each curve Of your lovely, natural, Unparallel exotic body.

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC

lytrell-howard

To Kiss

To kiss your lips, I beg My mouth to hug yours And embrace a taste Of your beautiful breath Breast and whatever’s left And caress each curve Of your lovely, natural, Unparallel exotic body.

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Remember when we’d walk through the city, bottles in hand, music in our ears, mischief in our hearts. Dropped keys. Dropped bombs. Got lost. Unparallel tracks, in sync. Remember the nights I came— counting: fourteen. Freedom in a number met me again. Photos of you sleeping. Drawings under my bed. Impressed by your shape— thick shadows. I see you, I think. Searching in pockets for nothing. An empty pocket, my treasure. My eyes: full. My hand: empty. I’ve seen the park at night.

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC

shasta-m-baldi

sync with me

Remember when we’d walk through the city, bottles in hand, music in our ears, mischief in our hearts. Dropped keys. Dropped bombs. Got lost. Unparallel tracks, in sync. Remember the nights I came— counting: fourteen. Freedom in a number met me again. Photos of you sleeping. Drawings under my bed. Impressed by your shape— thick shadows. I see you, I think. Searching in pockets for nothing. An empty pocket, my treasure. My eyes: full. My hand: empty. I’ve seen the park at night.

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Benefit overcomes side effect A little piece of heaven with A little piece of hell Red one with lunch Heart shaped, just took once White one, 12hours apart, AM-PM Cute one, if needed in sleepless nights Helps all senses ravishes in delight Once missed a pill, allowed me to judge clearly Something isn't right Now, I realize how it made me feel Sweat sediment like a dawn dew Pill behold an unparallel beauty Treat it like a piece of timeless art Struggle trying to be the same, with a Wish of a different past Celebrate "No Pills Day" A better life I wish to pursue Feeling wild and free.

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Rx: AM-PM

Benefit overcomes side effect A little piece of heaven with A little piece of hell Red one with lunch Heart shaped, just took once White one, 12hours apart, AM-PM Cute one, if needed in sleepless nights Helps all senses ravishes in delight Once missed a pill, allowed me to judge clearly Something isn't right Now, I realize how it made me feel Sweat sediment like a dawn dew Pill behold an unparallel beauty Treat it like a piece of timeless art Struggle trying to be the same, with a Wish of a different past Celebrate "No Pills Day" A better life I wish to pursue Feeling wild and free.

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To lie for me was some what of a big deal To lie for me was mundane in the existence of truth. More of an prediction of the next thought or action From one moment to the next as it's quite hard to say whats done relying on reaction alone. So unlike myself, a rare moment of potential Behind the rotation of lips spinning on the axis of conversation In all honesty The forgetting of names, unintentional speaking. What led to this quantum of unparallel thinking This constant spinning of transcendence. Earth The raising and falling of the sun You never say hey or look my way but insist to make up for the moments missed in the abundance of choice Precisely the point of rockets Blasting off Casting sheet metal and other casings into the atmosphere before it's destination. The missing pieces found, later researched to be placed in some big museum sooner or later. When does our leap year begin, has it passed The gravity of thought preceding before step To me the truth was that much appealing Removing the dark side that covered the moon The detail presented in an telescopic view missed by most. Turning the calendar I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for the next leap year to occur

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Leap

To lie for me was some what of a big deal To lie for me was mundane in the existence of truth. More of an prediction of the next thought or action From one moment to the next as it's quite hard to say whats done relying on reaction alone. So unlike myself, a rare moment of potential Behind the rotation of lips spinning on the axis of conversation In all honesty The forgetting of names, unintentional speaking. What led to this quantum of unparallel thinking This constant spinning of transcendence. Earth The raising and falling of the sun You never say hey or look my way but insist to make up for the moments missed in the abundance of choice Precisely the point of rockets Blasting off Casting sheet metal and other casings into the atmosphere before it's destination. The missing pieces found, later researched to be placed in some big museum sooner or later. When does our leap year begin, has it passed The gravity of thought preceding before step To me the truth was that much appealing Removing the dark side that covered the moon The detail presented in an telescopic view missed by most. Turning the calendar I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for the next leap year to occur

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Time, who knows where it goes?, What lies in the midst of yesterday? Maybe tomorrow is today on some unparallel plain, reliving all the things we did yesterday - today. What do we get out of time?, and do you make it all worthwhile?, do we use it wisely? For once a moment is used, it is used and gone forever. Or is it? Maybe on this plain at least.

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC

peter-cullen

Time.

Time, who knows where it goes?, What lies in the midst of yesterday? Maybe tomorrow is today on some unparallel plain, reliving all the things we did yesterday - today. What do we get out of time?, and do you make it all worthwhile?, do we use it wisely? For once a moment is used, it is used and gone forever. Or is it? Maybe on this plain at least.

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