"warmness" poems
the frustration I had
after failing
to bring myself to ******
for the
tenth
time this past week
makes me more
furious
than depressed
seriously
my *** drive
has always been high
as soon as I
got over
the shame
society places on women
for enjoying
their sexuality
I have always used
************
as a release
relieves
stress
leaves me
relaxed
and
content
or should I say,
left me
feeling that way
usually
it was once a day
fairly frequent
but, it
matched
my *** drive's
needs
what the **** is wrong with me
I have tried
imagining,
watching,
reading,
looking at
every form
of erotica
that exists
I have searched
through everything
I can find
from
****
******
stories,
comics
and my search history
will let you know
that I've searched
everything
from
****
to
******
to
interracial lesbian forced *******
and things
worse
than that
e v e r y t h i n g
used to take me,
oh, I dunno
maybe three minutes
with my ********
after
around an hour
is when I give up
now
I even bought
a different
********
NO
RELEASE
NO
PASSION
GONE
what is
WRONG
WITH
ME
oh yeah -
depression
I mean
I knew it was bad
when video games
no longer
had appeal
that was enough
games
have been a passion
and a hobby of mine
since I was five
the other hobby
I started a bit older than five
but
you stole that one, too
after depression
beat the **** out of me
on Tuesday
I thought that was it
thought
since the next morning
I awoke
without the urge
to **** myself
it was over
nope
you have robbed me
of the simplest
things
in my life
that give me pleasure
no more
wriggling
moaning
spasming
the tingling
sensation
that starts in my toes
and makes its way
up
the length of my body
the warmness
that follows
with it
the
satisfaction
slight smile
snuggly
sleepy
post ****** me
I miss her
give her
back
I miss my life
give it
back
this isn't
ME
for ***** sake!
I am a ******
witty
humorous creature
full of passion
looking
for opportunities
to get myself off!
not this
depressed
apathetic
vessel
without soul.
you won't stop
until you have
everything
in my life
you won't stop
until you
put
my soul in your mouth
chew
grind
crush it
your saliva
breaks me down
spit me out
please
I am fighting
for you to cough me up
regurgitate
the essence
of me
let me put myself
back inside this body
please
please
no
you won't stop
you will eat my soul
until
ever fiber
protein
ounce of health
I had
is now
inside of you,
depression
cold-hearted *****
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
*
Never Have I felt a December
So cold, so lonely.
The walk along the lake,
That changed a fate
The stumble in the snow,
I didn’t let go.
The daring walk,
Onto thin ice
Are you watching?
My attempts to see a rise in you.
So delicate was that goodbye
Darkness, up the long road
Upon the destination, no one knew
I ran home,
To see you waiting there.
You waited for me,
For hours I guessed.
This time a true
Goodbye
We made a plan,
So sketchy at first.
Maybe Just nervous?
Never knowing, what could unfold
We changed our plans.
Much more bold.
I rambled on,
For hours it seemed.
Until we arrived,
To a bran new scene
Both so nervous,
But we knew what we wanted.
I motioned you closer,
No cold shoulder.
Comfortably sat,
Until the movie was over
We met some friends, later that night
Continued to smile,
Be polite.
Just dreaming of holding you tight
I think I might…
A gentle kiss upon your lips
I did not miss.
Out in the cold, yet,
All I felt was warmth
The warmness of you and I,
Another night
Goodbye
Sit next to me in the morning,
The bell is ringing…
I’m ignoring
So captivated by your smile.
Again I depart.
Goodbye.
The night before Christmas eve,
We stayed awake for hours
Until our wish
Had finally come true
Its been a year
Since that December
And yet I miss you,
Just as much as I remember
That December so warm,
Now it plagues me with cold
No longer we are.
Growing old
Goodbye
December,
December!
How I hate you now
Drown my mind
In your white lies.
No longer,
Can I see your eyes
I have grown old of these,
goodbyes…
December
The month that will,
Confuse me forever
Lost in the blizzard
Of my mind
We always say that, “truth is hard to find”
Goodbye
DECEMBER
goodbye…
*
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
"Shush now child, you lay your head down, go to sleep right on my chest. Bombs are ringing out the windows, rock us both to sleep or death. Feel the warmness, feel my smile, feel the trickle of my tears. Baby girl just know I love you, heaven’s gates are shining near."
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow,
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.
It started out as a mer gaze,
Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
We were lost in a lovely maze
Surviving the long autumn days.
Can we handle the freezing cold?
The one that wraps us close and hold
Unto each other like glimmering gold
As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.
We slit in half, when spring arrived,
As I believed love was thrived,
I felt you had my heart revived
But it was clear you were contrived.
Now summer begins to boil down,
I can see all your endless frown,
You indeed fooled me like a clown,
So I watch our affair slip, drown.
Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoyed autumn’s weather?
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Mesmerized.
No other word can describe the feeling I have right now but that.
The crickets chirping.
The sound of the wind.
The clairvoyant light cascading from the moon.
The cold wind against my bare chest.
The hot air filling my lungs.
The sound of the paper sizzle as I draw a breath.
Mesmerized.
I look at the moon, pondering something great,
longing deep into the moons light, looking for a
Theocratic meaning.
Mesmerized.
I notice a glimmer.
Soon another.
and another.
like a fire starting a chain reaction, twinkling glows slowly appear, joining one after another.
That moon is not alone I come to realize,
As it is connected to all the little lights.
One by one, as my focus clears,
dazzling lights shine over my fears.
A little light show all for me,
All dancing, wanting to be seen.
I bask in this euphoric moment, my prayers answered, I peer shyly at this gift that I have captured.
The wind kisses my ears, slowly going down my neck,
it kisses my navel, giving me a loving peck.
Mesmerized.
No. Not mesmerized, but in love.
In love with the beauty I have been able to witness, Her beauty.
I stare longingly into Her.
The lights in the sky seem to smile at me,
Knowing just how I feel,
Warmness filling my heart, creating a seal.
In love.
I am In love.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
it was a moment in space
a second in time
a look in the face
a giggle, the thought
of letting our hands get caught
oh, what a beautiful person
we lie so close together
oh, it's been so long, feels like forever
since we've truly held each other
I mustn't get too caught
after all the past tears I've fought
but it's so easy to forgive his past lies
maybe it's just those hazel eyes
and I can't resist
his sweet kiss
those little lips of his
up and down my tummy
oh, his love is so yummy
nights spent being held
his warmness makes me melt
so sweet
so sincerely
now I remember why I loved him so clearly
because way back when
he was mine
way back when we were intertwined
but we had forgotten all that
it's just so far past
it was a first love thing we made
that turned into so much more
I never thought it would be regained
after he closed the door
but here we are
all cozy and sweet
here we are
once again, our hearts meet
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 4:57 PM UTC
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension
Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,
Or marking the texture of its living bark,
A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
I understand whence this man's body comes,
In veins and fibres, the bare boughs of bone,
The trellised thicket, where the heart, that robin,
Greets with a song the seasons of the blood.
But where in meadow or mountain shall I match
The individual accent of the speech
That is the ear's familiar? To what sun attribute
The honeyed warmness of his smile?
To which of the deciduous brood is German
The angel peeping from the latticed eye?
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shadows cast into clouds of sand as footprints leave their mark
voices so full of fun with not a care in this world
summer sun washed over by the crash of thunder
the sea shouting against the shells to your ears
blue whispery skies feed warmness to the skin
as weeks of a worklife pass to say goodbye
ice cream melted to cheeks as tissue lips from a nan
feed a childs cry
this is what we live for in a world so left behind
donuts sugared a thirst as sticky fingers lay ******
fish from an ocean battered or fried to the best ive ever noshed
sounds of the beach washed over me as grandads snores a snort ..
too much lunchtime pie i guess ..deserving resort
dreams of a past ...dreams of another
football played and dogs all wet scenes from a beach
alive still ...kids gone red
searing sizzles from a sun at its best as rounders run
or frisbee fetched
photo taken a collection booth ..memories made as dreams come true
dreams of a summer
dreams of a summer
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
The slit between the roof and the abandoned house gets me—the moon drowns in his own mystical clouds, wavering and so full of light.
I squint my eyes as the moon hides his presence from me. Almost knowing I had captured it with my own eyes and the grey clouds scattered like waves, consuming my breath and taking it away.
He knows it still haunts me from time to time and he gave his best to give me an embrace—even when my very own existence is running cold and dry and my breath thickens with the mist of unwavering thoughts coming from the night and the stars twinkle at the sight of people looking at them—like a mirrorball entertaining strangers from the club and they shine in their spot. Even when I close my eyes, the moon peaks in its stillness. All the poets used him as their muse, radiating this mellow one could think of when the sun sleeps in her slumber. The poets had perfectly described him in thousands of words and painted him over the mural where I can see him directly and the strangeness of him calms the raging waters in me.
Even when peace is quite chaotic and chaos is peaceful, a trap between the slit on the roof and the abandoned house, squinting my eyes as the moon hides his presence from me. And she haunts me as the sun begins to show herself in ways I am blinded by her light.
In some ways, she shines even when it is night.
In a way, she looks over the moon when he wakes up from his slumber.
In a way, the stars and clouds enveloped her with the warmness of their breath.
In some ways, I couldn’t look at her for too long.
In some ways, I am silenced by her beauty.
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
My body wants your heat
And my heart wants your voice
You just sweep me off my feet
You're the reason for my rejoice
And I just hope you'll know
How that I'll burst
How much I thirst
To the days when I'm with you
I want the warmness I feel
When you breathe on my skin
That makes me doubt what's real
And weakens the greatest of men
I want to feel your lips
And send my hands through your hair
And in your eyes, I want to stare
And feel the skin around your hips
I want to be your guy
I'll even help you when you're sick
Our love castle will reach the sky
Our feelings will be each brick
And if the time ends
I'd beg you for a kiss
For something to miss
Since your heart, you won't lend
Happy, happy love
Just isn't your thing
You like to keep it tough
And the troubles, you like to bring
And thats how it happens above
Some place in heaven, this is possible
While here on earth, it's impossible
It's just another perfectly impossible love.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
A hail storm of tears roll down your chest
I feel you are near
Your warmness wasn't sincere
Harness your empathy and color clear
Pierce the molded statue held together by strong glue and fear
You seem to be ignoring the address
Instead you only here muddled up curses of vulnerability
Hurt feelings you developed as a system to keep you safe
Creating a type of gunk around your face
It's thick film is nothing but a temper angry
I am sorry no one assisted you in modifing your animosity
You will forever be stuck immature and hating
You could always let go of resentment and regret
but then
You would have to forgive
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
Morning, good morning!
What a pleasant feeling.
Look out of your window sill
Birds chirping down hill
Rising Sun’s warmness
with an aura of happiness
Dewdrops on rose petals
Moisture on flower beds
Lanes with damp mud roads
Children waiting with bookloads
Men with their tools to workshop
Women with their bags to shop
Each in thoughts of their chores
Or in groups musing at jokes.
As the clock’s hands move forward
with the moving Sun overhead
Look out of your window sill
watch the changes downhill
All energy withered in heat
Life slows down in many a feat
The splendour of dawn faded
As the brightness of light invaded
No musings or jokes on road
None could stand the heat to hold
The empty lanes appear haunted
Silence pervading unhindered.
Look out of your window sill
Watch the Sun’s glare going still
If you enjoyed the day’s siesta
It’s a great blessing after the Fiesta
The evening’s glow at your doorstep
Spreading delight at each footstep
Look around for the actions of mankind
Adept in their chosen courses behind
With all the lives on earth in the swings
Singing the glory of Almighty on the wings
Oh! What a colourful day to consider
With lovely thoughts of you to ponder!
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
The coldness without is covered with cloth, the coldness within can't be covered by cloth , yet if you see someone who is cold outside give him cloth but if they are cold within too give them warmness with your heart, give them kindness and melt their ice.
- Aroody
© 2015 AROODY
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Inspiration for true love, you always remain,
With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts,
Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent,
When two lovers are kissing in garden.
Joyful love making in the dark deep forest,
You will never jilt our love, my heart sings,
My feelings jostle to get into your heart,
When rain drops are dancing with bubbles.
***** style you have with your frizzy hair,
Ebullient and effervescent flavor of your spirit,
Entice my lips to kiss you all over your body,
By the end of today, when the sun is setting.
Lullaby your heart croons sonorously for me,
You are light, love and life a lover always seeks,
My heart is fond of your rosy and lustful lips,
When rainbow is spreading its colorful emotions,
Mesmerize me by your marvelous appearance,
Your great reverence for love enrapture me,
And naughty actions of your lips stare at me,
When hailstorms are falling on the poor lovers.
Nurturing the love seeds, you sowed yesterday,
You shower your warmness on those seeds,
Are eager to dance with their kind partner,
When love season is reaching its adolescence.
One and only partner, this is you only darling,
Whom I so deeply and outrageously love,
And my baby heart always beats for you,
When snowy mountains stretch in **********
Passionate and pretty playmate you are,
The Most romantic words I can say to you,
My pride, joy and precious partner for ever,
And peep from the swarm of smitten blue sky.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Playing again
the playlist of memories
trying to feel
something
we used to have
but
nothing
the feeling we used to share
the warmness of your skin
the touch of your lips
the sweetness of your smile
the crookedness of your nose
they all are gone
I could not feel it
I could not dream it
I dont even remember
how your face is like
Time surely is unyielding
it makes my body
not to remember
any of those feelings
Its like you've never been in my life
But somehow
the pain is still there
its like
im still hurting
from a wound that
has totally been healed
its like
i've moved on yet stuck
im happy yet sad
or
does it mean
im just broken?
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
Sakura
From the purest petal of a Sakura Tree, to the scent of almonds lingering, to the white silky sheets of a bed always slept in. How it was always the salmon sunshine that made her skin glow. With just a single glance, his knees buckled before him, for such warmness thought only to reside in the warmest batches of milk chocolate, held his eyes open. How she was always surprising him just as clocks rang twelve. He could never win such beauty. Then the day came when the Sakura petals would perform their dance just as winds of blowing magic swirled the surrounding melodies. He thought he could never win such beauty. Unbeknownst to him, he’d been secretly holding onto that victory for years….
Ever since the rain fell as thunder rang on that fateful day where he rescued the Sakura.
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 2:18 AM UTC
The old man was standing,
still and quite,
his back turned to the sun
as it drowned
in stormy shades of orange and pink.
The old man was still and quite,
staring the wavy distant line
hills and mountains drew.
The warmness of the dying day
spread a scent of hay, exhaling,
a violet blue slowly cloaking
distance and nearness.
As the full moon rose
in close roundness,
brightening contours
in a charcoal outline,
the old man lowered his head
and turned away.
In the early morning,
their feet wet by the dew
glimmering the fields,
giggling children
and women with panniers
swinging in their hands
would come
and harvest
the ripening fragrancy
of strawberry fields.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Walking i am
the path of crazy times,
Strolling under
fullmoon's brightness,
To escape this
shade of darkness,
All the wrong places
looking for Happiness.
Being alone
always I liked,
These are the times
of a monster COVID,
It is not the Corona
I am so scared,
Getting hurt again
that of I am afraid .
Forgotton I have the
touch of tenderness .
Stomach I search for
feel of butterflies.
Here I go again
looking for warmness.
Only to find
all the broken hearts.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
there is something good
and some light
in this desire
enraging my cells
with divination chanting
sculpting my shape
in violent curves
I don't recongnize the hues
of mornings
because of frenzy:
the new definition of gravity
along the lines
mesmerizing visions of
softness and caring
love is a whirlwind
in any language
a clear water
so you can see
how translucent
nakedness can be
hers is
the bending of space
to smaller and smaller
atoms of delight,
fusion, diffusion, infusion
it holds you tight
from the very centre
(heart&lungs)
when it breaks you
and then these traces
the swarming of photons
in the fabric of skin
sweet radiance,
energetic warmness
an arch, a cohort of waves
crushing everything
like cherries' sense
reality sense
roads' sense
a scarring refusing
to scream/bleed
defiance of stillness
music of laughter
sun raising in your hands
there is something beautiful
for the poetess in me
it just describes herself well
for the never-day
it transmutes
anything:
beauty into horror
horror into despair
despair into words
even thought into
singing birds
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 4:44 AM UTC
your smile on a sunny day brings peacefulness and warmness to my heart creating a gap that can old me fixed with your name, in my dreams you are all I see nothing that can be compared to an island without a sea. everyone says that you are like a willow tree but I fairly disagree you are more like a queen bee flying swiftly with the breeze creating new blooming flowers. This majestic feeling cant be compared to any other your love for life can bring me joy simply my hearing your voice. making me feel at home you always knew how to sing the right notes . all I really have to say is you are a majestic human being bringing life to this earth.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
I don't even have words,
For the ways that I don't feel,
I am not the waving of the fields.
I hold onto songs about the moon,
My tides do not swell with her,
I am more the darkness in this room,
Cold, unmoving, absolute.
I am not the motion of your hair,
As he runs his fingers through it,
I no longer even stare.
I Am not the climbing of tree,
I do not yearn upward,
Is there anything to see?
(or be?)
I am not the warmness of your breath,
Clinging tight to your fingers,
And the inside of your chest,
I am not the dreams you make,
As dragons fly by night,
And sparks flow in your wake.
I am not the whispers,
You feel close to your ears,
I am more like distant echoes,
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
I just wanna talk
until the world dissapear
until the air gets thin
until the figures and shapes that form men and women head off to another dimension
until the stars flee off to another galaxy
until the states split into islands
until the words dissolve by using them so much and by a kiss
until gravity pull us together and not our desires
until we both know is time to stop talking
just talk and talk and talk and talk
I lost the feeling of only talking without any attachments
of opening my soul without saying something embarrasing
without being weak
I just wanna talk
until my eyes close peacefully
by fatigue and by the struggle over the years, while you hold my hand.
keeping you close forever, with your warmness and peace of mind
even when I know you're crumbling inside
a helpless selfishness
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
I wish people would be pure like snow
And would be melted with warmness
And would become a moment creator like water
And would go against any block like overflow
Poet: Pezhman Mosleh
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
shoulder to shoulder
psst, hey, see the girl
next to you?
you should hold her
bolder and bolder,
like a butch boulder,
they smile and
glance at my lips.
sweet hugs and
warmness touch and
talk of baking,
future plans.
we'll make all the
rainbow cupcakes.
get all the
genderless clothing.
one look
is not a future
written in ink,
but here's hoping.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC