"womanizing" poems
If I ever see you again
I'll spat insults and hope they
Spray on your aviators
like the bugs that squashed against
my windshield the last time
I drove away from you
If fate destroys me
and I am in the same pub one night
as your wormy self
I'll tell you how you're the most
arrogant, vapid, shallow, womanizing,
******* male mascot
I've ever had the disgust to know
I'll slap you hard across the face
Oh and not like Scarlett O'Hara,
you demon darling
No crushing kiss will follow
and I'll mean vengence
vile will seep through my mouth
instead of the sweet saliva
I let you taste
long ago
If I ever hear your voice
or see your mocking manequin
among my tele again
With disgraceful force
I will lift that 50 lb set
and propel that ******* screen
across the state
The way your black static apology
shattered the brightness
that used to reside
within
me
If I hear of you
one more dispicable time
I'll grow bombs maticulously
within my empty core
and time them so perfectly
that all of your dysfunctional doormat
confidants
will explode the second they come near me
and their manipulative cells
will burst
and be burried among the soil
of ***** words
you whispered in my ears
**** if I ever see you again
I'll shatter every martini glass around me
and down a fifth of fireball
and breath venomous fire
and burn you, you beastly boy
And I'll pretend beauty amongst you
and walk away, a tall glass of water
That could diffuse
that angry licking fire
that is swallowing you up
When I see you again
I won't acknowledge your existence
and I'll be dressed to the nines
and I won't do a ******* thing about it
Because you aren't worth a sentence within this stanza
But I know I am.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
A little nod to Kiki Petrosino
The heart ceases to beat. Because
Some ghosts are my exes
neither angry nor kind
their faces spiral like
old windmills that clings to dry autumn leaves
looking for a place to land:
Not all ghosts are my exes
I remember them as stingy, and womanizing
Some were wolves in sheep clothing
Not smart but conniving species,
They capture your attention, like
a slow moving sunrise, then lure you
Like a vampire before dawn to have his feed:
But that isn’t all, some of my ghosts who
Walks amongst the mortal grinning
Asking to be friends, to forgive, to reflect,
Not a clever move, my ghostly friends,
just deceiving: Tactics
As a wise man once told me,
No one can hurt me without my permission…
So some of the blame, of misfortune lies on me
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
I have a question. What is real? Should it be based on what you can feel because now feel can be touch or emotion, I feel the suns warm rays the same as I feel my heart break and no one can tell me or you that either is not real because we can feel so I ask what it is you feel? I for one feel imprisoned by the Mold society has put me in as a man I have to be handsome,brave,loving, trusting and understanding but at the same time because I am a man I am by default a conniving, cheating, abusive, alcoholic, womanizing pig, why? Because " we are all the same" such caprice why? Why is it I must feel ashamed to be a man why is it I must be everything you want and don't want, the light of your day and the darkness of the night the Prince Charming in your life fairytale as well as the villain with the apple in my hand ,the apple of my eye is that what you want? I feel as if I'm just the means to an end the end being the moment I yield to this mold these confines in my mind why do I have to feel like I'm the enemy? how is it my fault? you're the one who laid in the sands of his beaches indulging in that forbidden fruit from the garden of eden, your tears now fueling its sea, but all i hear are your cries of betrale his name the lyric of choice but I see, I should take the blame its what is wanted of me the good guy but the moment I deviate from your plans I am the evil one I'm the reason for these broken hearts mine and yours I'm the devil can't you see the flames you set In my personal hell in my mind in my soul
why is it I'm a mockery?
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
When I first met her
God put a speaking trumpet
straight up against my ear
and stated
very slowly
in that Godly voice
that is a mix of
the ocean's roar
and the singing of
Barry White
"This is the one
you've been looking for."
The stars were in on it
bubbling like champagne
in the night sky
singing a sweet accompaniment
a singular poem
of one word:
Yes.
What would you do?
I took the only possible path:
Surrender.
Gave up my wandering ways
quit my womanizing
got hitched straight away
tied the knot
didn't know a thing
about knot tying
but the **** thing held.
And here we are.
Poet number one
that would be her.
Poet number two-and-a-half
me
Marriage solved nothing
brought more questions
than answers
more unfinished business
than completed tasks
Yet at this late stage
a sense that against all odds
against the evidence
of my hands
against every argument
presented by the priest
who reluctantly married us
Something has gone
wonderfully right.
The stars,
dear friends,
truly know their business.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
~
She draws water from the well, an old drink for new clientele. She "loves" living next to airports, big shiny airports, named after gruesome visionaries and drunk, womanizing actor sorts. She "loves" wearing a Chinese dress and sitting in a Chinese chair, posing for pictures she can never share.
~
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
she waited for him at the station.
heart full of hope, thoughts full of love and their plans of escaping together. she waited and waited, but not as long as she awaited his loyalty for their promised future.
he waited for the train.
smile on his face; dreaming of her brown pools that pulled him in a trance, stars dancing and twirling within them as did he whenever he got lost in those doe eyes.
the train raced along the tracks, a cool breeze fanning his face as it cruised through until it slowed and finally stopped.
he boarded the train, holding onto the pole and staring at each passing object as the train begins to speed off. the ride just begun, but he had no idea what was in store for him.
the first stop arrived faster than usual, and in it he saw them—in the puppy love stage, where things were rushed but neither he nor her paid attention to it. where in their eyes, neither could do any wrong.
deception in disguise, love in their eyes—but still a bit unwise, to see their soon to be demise.
the second stop comes and this time the train stops abruptly, rather than slowing inch by inch before completely stopping. again, he saw them—but he recognized this stage because it was a scene he was quite familiar with. times are rough and their love is tough, and he wasn’t strong enough to see it through. in her eyes, all that was seen was him. in his eyes was spotted the reflection of another woman.
deception in disguise, his eyes dressed in lies—all she could do is cry, “i don’t want this love to die.”
anxious and filled with guilt, he began to tap his foot in an attempt to calm himself down.
the third stop never had an opportunity to display, for he walked off before he could see what state they were in. he chose this stop, and in it was a world without her. he couldn’t possibly stop his womanizing ways. silly girl, what made her think he would?
his intentions were never to stay with her, in fact this station was close to the next girl’s house.
she waited for him at the station.
unsure if she was waiting for him or his loyalty—in the end, it didn’t matter.
he never came.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 4:52 PM UTC
The first tear dropped.
Swirling in my love like it would never get sick of your lies,
Going in circles around me and your wife.
Ring around my rosie but no ring in sight, when we're hand in hand smiling in the public's eye —committing adultery.
Our kisses were soft crimes, citations laying on God's nightstand;
All of those repetitive one night stands, the pile higher than the Glaciers in Iceland, slaves to the physical gave way to *** spiked indictments.
Crimes against morality, making a ***** out of she whom was void of financial gain. Cursed by emotional strain which was devoted to drain, every ounce of self worth clinging to that name. Infidelity. Like your juices clinging to the walls of my broken home —outlining it's frame, that color will be scraped and bleached because it represents shame.
It represents a purity the doesn't exist in your veins, and the work of art left on my walls will represent your womanizing ways. For my soul to see, in order for my soul to be —I must take control of me before I fade.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
within, or rather in between, whomsoever was present.
like a good party crasher, he becomes the life of the party,
joking, dancing, womanizing (the sun so very much a man!)
singing his anthems, commencing with “Here Comes the Sun,” followed by every other sun~song known to the celestials, concluding near around 4:00AM with his rendition of Garth Brook’s classic:
*”Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough
Going 'round the world in a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up”*
the ladies, especially Venus, all quite smitten, purring like kittens,
took that as a personal invite-ta-tion, and I swear that night many
comets were created.
If you feeling a surprising heating
in your bed tonight,
don’t be afraid,
it’s just me feeling sunny...
7/17/20
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Dreaming at night is no longer a luxury
Dreams of grandeur and success no longer fill my mind
Nightmares of heartbreak have taken it place
I'm afraid to feel like this forever,
Like something in the grand scheme of things will always be missing,
To feel like Ill never see you again
So much hurt and pain I've felt,
Dealt by no ones hand but your own,
Yet my pure heart still wants to take in your love.
My mind hates my naive heart
For thinking you could possibly be that boy who loved me so strongly again.
When you've become this womanizing man, who damages me knowingly.
You love another now it seems.
While I sit here alone, feeling the pressure to love someone else and forget like you have.
I don't know if I can.
If I can forget how I loved you.
If I can forget how you loved me.
Even though the clock hands have changed into months.
And we are in a game of never ending silence.
Which I never seem to win.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
First may I apologize for
The womanizing,
And
The shallowness.
Call me Ismael
I went whaling once.
Not -- on the high seas
But, at Big D’s, Gillys.
I went downtown, and around town
Trying to -- get down.
I needed a Moby to my ****
So I went searching.
For the meanest, biggest, foulest fish in the sea
And there are plenty of fish in the sea
Trust me
And four or (fourteen) shots of tequila later,
She’d consumed me.
Like, Jonah.
I was inside her.
And the only way I could get out was a smoke
And I quit that **** years ago.
I woke up, my muscles hurt
My head hurt
My heart, still hurt.
I looked over and there she was
Lying naked in the covers
Suddenly, my stomach hurt.
As I hung my head praying to that porcelain god
I thought back to last night, and who’s lips I was kissing
I remembered tasting yours, not hers
I remembered your eyes, not hers
I remembered your touch, not hers
I heaved up, your memory, not hers.
And like that you were gone.
No longer did I pray every time my phone rang
That the phrase would be “1 new text from -- “
I had deleted your name in my phone.
The letters were just too pretty.
I tried changing the fonts,
They looked good in every typeface
Hell, you made Webdings look good.
So I had to tarnish perfection.
I had to delete -- perfection
And I sat there, head in the bowl,
Removing every last bit of -- perfection --
from my stomach. I smiled, broken heart and all
I smiled.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
I know exactly
when I fell in love with him
It was at my sisters engagement party
I was weeping
I suppose I was jealous of my sister.
She had all that I did not.
No one was in sight
no one cares for me
well not beyond ******* me,
not for me, really
The fiancees best friend was a ****
he put the moves on me.
Another anonymous ****
I thought.
I like your smell
are you wearing, my sin.
How ******* cheesy.
No, I hate perfume, I said,
I know you You Have a reputation
you would **** anything in a skirt.
I still like your smell he said.
And I wanted to believe it
I guess I was lonely
I slept with him.
God **** him,
it was sweet.
A couple of months later
I was pregnant, in the club
Up the spout,
Blasted into matterity
by a guided muscle.
But he just said, Oh ****
and asked to marry me.
I said are you crazy
He said
yes i'm crazy about you.
At the wedding he sang
A love song to me in Spanish
He learned ******* Spanish,
He had a horrible voice.
But it was the most beautiful thing
I have ever heard
so ******* beautiful.
When our daughter was born
he was the doting father.
He worshipped her
but he made me
feel like never before.
I loved him..
That womanizing *******
That treated me like gold.
He had stolen my heart.
Six years later
we have three kids now
I think he is probably
the best father
that ever was
But to me
He is the light,
that causes
my life to shine.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
I know exactly
when I fell in love with him.
It was at my sisters engagement party.
I was weeping.
I suppose I was jealous of my sister.
She had all that I did not.
No one was in sight
no one cares for me
well not beyond ******* me,
not for me, really
The fiancees best friend was a ****
he put the moves on me.
Another anonymous ****
I thought.
I like your smell
are you wearing, my sin.
How ******* cheesy.
No, I hate perfume, I said,
I know you You Have a reputation
you would **** anything in a skirt.
I still like your smell he said.
And I wanted to believe it
I guess I was lonely
Easy pickings.
I slept with him.
God **** him,
it was sweet.
A couple of months later
I was pregnant, in the club
Up the spout,
Bun in the oven
Blasted into maternity
by a guided muscle.
But he just said, Oh ****
No worries love.
And He asked to marry me.
I said are you crazy
He said
yes i'm crazy about you.
At the wedding he sang
A beautiful love song
to me in Spanish
Right in front of everybody.
He learned ******* Spanish,
Just for me.
He had a horrible voice.
But it was the most beautiful thing
I have ever heard
so ******* beautiful.
When our daughter was born
he was the doting father.
He worshipped her
but he made me
feel like never before.
I loved him..
That womanizing *******
That treated me like gold.
He had stolen my heart.
Six years later
we have three kids now
I think he is probably
the best father
that ever was
But to me
He is the light,
that causes
my life to shine
Like diamonds.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
***** riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye ****
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic ending!
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC