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Love Poems About Burlesque or Burlesque Love Poems
by Laura Mckenzie |
Categories: funny

It's all in the swing

Who says I’m getting old?
My hairs are not gray
Its beautiful sterling silver
The finest silver around
Who says I’m getting old?
My face isn’t bright red
I’m not having hot flashes
I just have constant sunburn
I love the outdoor
Who say’s I’m getting old?
Not me I’m as young as I feel
Tennis anyone?



by olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: health, me, me,

HIV Positive

HIV Positive

I am HIV positive that I know,
But I will exercise my civic right,
As my blood continues to flow,
For my views to be heard I will fight.

Known to have been wayward and careless,
That does not mean I cannot be benevolent,
Which had made me to be fearless,
This malady has made me to be malevolent.

I Love playing poker with my dames,
After basking in the euphoria of many liquors,
which has actually earn me my fame,
Soon,I will varnish like the gas vapor.

But,the doctor told me I`m negative,
My blood was mistakenly substituted for,
Ha!this news serve as a purgative.







by D.A Hopkins |
Categories: addiction, conflict, faith,

ADDICTION

I want you gone so why are you still holding on I don't need you any more! so let me go, go on I've shown you the door I've found peace, within the grace of God this love is so much more than you could ever try to endure My freedom is awaiting me please.... I beg you, set me free I DON'T EVER WANT YOU ANY MORE DO YOU NOT SEE I'M NO LONGER YOURS... I have been set free redeemed, by my God

by Khalid M Raza |
Categories: lost love, world,

Thank you

I had forgotten the world 
As in love with you was I 
Now I thank you for the treachery 
I’m very much aware of the world now
 

by Daniel Schack |
Categories: absence, addiction, anger, anti bullying, art,

The yin yang of kiss my ***

If I had to make a choice I would rather hate intelligently than to love stupidly.

by Bhavna Khemlani |
Categories: fantasy, funny, life,

The Eyeshadow Girl

The blend of colors enlightens her day when she decides to embrace them;
She loves various colors which bring alive a girl’s eyes;
Each color depicts the triumph of beauty from within that is eager to fly more than twice;
The charisma of colors vitalizes one’s surrounding being a priceless gem.

Surveying around, she picks her Jimmy Choo;
Picking up her Chanel bag she appreciates her labor of love;
Then she looks at her sister to Shoo;
She knows that materialism and spiritualism is hard work from blessing above.


by ZINE Hadjira |
Categories: discrimination,

As red as love

As red as love
Since additives have been used in feelings
Globalization has changed a lot of things
Hate is green, love is red and tolerance has bled
A day for love, another for water, and a third for bread
Days are couloured but the world is black.
Stars are bright but, skies are dark.
Torture and sufferings are endless.
Diseases, wars, hunger and stress.
Our kids dream of joy and happiness
Too much talk but, little action is meaningless.

by Poet Shi |
Categories: beautiful, death, heaven,

Until We Reunite

I'm counting the stars 
until we reunite, nothing
like having you in my life.

I thought I saw a glimpse 
of you here in heaven, but 
it was just my mind playing
tricks on me.

I spoke to God 
I asked him will
you be joining me 
real soon...

Cause I can't live
without you.

He replied with a smile
as he open his arms, and 
to my surprise there you 
were as beautiful as I first 
you on Earth.

We embraced as we cried
of our love so divine.

Now we get to spend an eternity 
together, where this time death 
can't separate us...

In love forever, and ever,
and ever.

Written by: Poet Shi

by Leanne TuftyTift |
Categories: abuse, anti bullying, autumn, marriage, parody, sexy, violence,

Tufty Tifty's, tough day on the farm

Leanne was a farm girl at heart
She loved playing with her special cow
She used to eat her mums freshly made tart
Leanne didn't like her brothers sow

Oliver used to make the oil 
Dan made the juice
Oliver used to oil up Leanne and the cows
Dan bit off her ear!

Leanne danced with the poodle
Leanne danced with the ****(erel) 
Leanne's legs where like noodles
Leanne's ear went like a rock

I miss 'Bao to my bab' but Trish won't allow it 
I'm scarred James will leave me
But Linda is by my side
I love Poetry soups!!!!!

----Dedicated to Linda  (Poetry Destroyer A), and JB, you know who you're ;-) ---


by Poet Shi |
Categories: break up, cry, hurt, i miss you, loneliness, lost love, sad,

I'm Blinded By The Truth

I have eyes to see,
but they only wish
to see you.

I'm blinded by the
truth, that I can't 
adjust to life without 
you.

My vision is cloudy,
I'm in a state of despair 
now that you're no longer
there.

Tell me what do I do, 
when my eyes are 
stamped with your
image... 

And I can't focus on 
anything else, when 
they only wish to see 
you.

Written by: Poet Shi

by Nigel Fox |
Categories: age, chocolate, love,

The Walk to Paradise Garden

A downward path but not into 
there going on and following the path

Projected with an impetus from birth 
forwards forwards

innocence but gaining wisdom

by EMMANUEL PHIRI |
Categories: love,

THE KISS

                  
THE RED RUBIE LIPS
HOW I WAITED FOR THIS DAY TO COME
LIPS OF A CUTTING EDGE OF A SWORD
EYES CLOSED, THE HEART FEARS 
THE MIND INTOXICATED, THE 
TICKLISH SENSATION.IF I COULD 
I WOULD BUT ONLY TO GO 
BACK FOR THAT
 FIRST KISS 
END

by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: first love, humorous,

love affair

The Love Affair 
The road that leads to a smallish agricultural flatland has
two walls. One wall was built by a slob, just throwing 
one stone on top of another. 

The other wall was built by a craftsman where stones 
fitted and he had used decorative and white painted
 cement between them.

Every Sunday the meticulous man walks to his wall 
and find great satisfaction to see his work again and
wishes the slob would rebuild his wall.

Every Sunday the layabout goes for a walk to, 
first to the bar for a few beers with his mates; he walks
 to the good man’s house and have sex with his wife.

by David Dowling |
Categories: children, funny, lost love, love, naturesea, love, sea,

Love you like a Sea Urchin

I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-Not just any other shellfish.
Baby, can't you see it's urgent?
we're strapped for time, so don't be selfish.

I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-and all other points aside.
I know I ran from love in past lives,
'cause I didn't have a spine.

I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-I admit i've been a round.
but of all the other fishies,
you're the one that I want now.

I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-Won't you please come back soon?
oh boy, this globoid was a fool,
but he's a fool in love with you!

by greg bell |
Categories: love, people, people,

Wow can not believe it

Ok so now poem is written to borrow someone's soul, hopefully it is gold. Now writing this poem to rhyme is the only way to kill some trees and waste some time. Done this for years but it is hard to do when all I got is tears, in my eyes for people like you. Lost and found, mane I see that around town but I didnt know you wore a crown. Mane is said to describe an object or idea that leaves most people speechless, it is a M.E.M.P.H.I.S thing. memphis= Maybe Everything Mourns and Prior Healing Is Seduced. That is cool that is fair some people think we are a pair. I saw naw, all that is done is writings about You. Take it how it is thrown at you

by A. Juman |
Categories: car, cry, fire, first love, sick, sin,

Said my car

Said my car,
Beautiful,
drive me in lover boy,
Slowly, Slowly,
Owe-wee
This is so congenial. 
Let me savor every moment. 
So tight you are revving every muscle in me.
Love it!
sweating a sheen on me,
like a fresh coat of wax.
Ah, Ah, Aha-a! 
This is ecstatic,
keep me parked right here.
Don't move a squint.
Wow I am in Lovers  Lane.
I mean every car would want to park here
but this Garage is mines.
12/3/2013       © A. Juman The "said" Poet
Type In (A. Juman) For A relaxing and astonishing moment with all my POEMS

by Malcolm Dyer |
Categories: art, black african american, devotion, fantasy, love

Black Tie Affair

I say to you good fellow
if you do it do it well
trash all your morals and send them to hell
chase anothers woman
cherish her fantasies
make her feel like she's the only human
bath her in attention
perform so well and receive a honorable mention
don't daly or delay
for you have a message to relay
dress top notch at any chance
a suit with black tie for her romance
make her forget her man and come to you
smother her with kisses til she turns blue
once you have her heart
from her sight shall you never depart

by Black Eyed Susan |
Categories: funny,

Helen of Troy

Her “face could launch a thousand ships”
It was love at first sight as I watched her strip
Till her camel toe
Began to show
And I realized she didn’t have lips!


8/11/11

by Constance La France |
Categories: bird, love,

Birds in Love

As the warmth of the sun embraces the land The birds think of love and make a nesting plan They restlessly search for the perfect mate With determination the males seek their fate On a branch, in the forest after a lovely ballet A female is unimpressed with a boy birds grand display "I love you!" he chirps, as she pushes him with her foot "Enough you fool!" she shrills, so loud, that their branch shook ___________________________ December 18, 2012 Poetry/Burlesque/Birds in Love Copyright Protected, ID 12-443-711-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Sweet Poems(old) First Place

by aneesh lawrence |
Categories: life, love,

IN THAT HEAVY RAIN

I DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED A REVERBERATION MORE THAN A DREAM SHE WAS NAUGHTY AND ALWAYS LIKED RAIN I TOO MADE MY CHOICES COME CLOSE TO HER SHE SPOKE LITTLE BUT HER EYES TOLD A LOT WE SHARED DAYS NIGHTS AND EVEN DREAMS I CANT EXPLAIN WHETHER IT WAS HER TEARS OR NOT THE PROFOUND RAIN SHOWED ALL ITS EXTREMITY THE DRUMBEATS MADE MY EARS A HORRIBLE EFFECT THE NIGHT SCREAMED MORE THAN THAT OF A CHERUB I COULD'NT RECOGNIZE IT WITH THE HEART BEAT OF NEWBORN IN OUR THOUGHTS THERE REMAINED THE COOL VIBRANT WHISPER OF LOVE

by shantae Ortega |
Categories: self,

I Am

I am a paradox.
I am faithful and yet detached.
I am committed and yet so very relaxed.
I love pretty much everyone,
And yet no one.
I am sociable but also a loner.
I am gentle and also very tough.
I am passionate but,
I can also be platonic.
I am predictable in my own unpredictable ways.

by Jane Wayburn |
Categories: love,

The Dreamers

The swirling white mist
 
Like a cloud, surrounded us
 
Captured by the dream
 
Only sounds and feelings of you
 
Close, breathing the same air
 
Touching, hot flesh.
 
  
Sweet sexy smells and candles
 
As the sounds of the ocean's
 
Rippling waves upon the shore,
 
Reaching out to grab our lust
 
Holding it tenderly, subside
 
Two hearts beating as one.
 
 
Two souls wrapped around each other
 
Throwing off their illumination:
 
Brightening up the darkness of the night.
 
  
Colored rainbows dancing with the stars
 
As the planets align themselves
 
Heaving off the spirits of the past

 
Make way for the lovers, the dreamers.

by adi star |
Categories: first love,

Painful Love

I was so young when you looked at me
 a Boy who did not see you as a she
your look was deep your look was warm
I felt so good I felt no harm..

But suddenly a Spark ignite
I saw your skin and smile so white
your hair your hands your smell so sweet
a urging pain crawlet up my feet

I sucked your beauty needed more
Im hooked for you the more and more
and then I saw your flashing breasts
I nearly fainted what comes next

and then you disapeared so fast
I laid in bed my breath with gasp
So I became a man so fast
The fear you will not ever last.

by lavanya ramamurthi |
Categories: happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, life, love,

PRECIOUS

TIME is precious.
DIAMOND is precious.
FRIENDSHIP is precious.
LOVE is precious.
A DAY is precious.
ONE HOUR is precious.
ONE MINUTE is precious.
ONE SECOND is precious.
PARENTS are precious.
FRIENDS are precious
SCHOOL MEMORIES are precious.
COLLEGE MEMORIES are precious.
HAPPY is precious.
SAD is precious.
EACH AND EVERY THING is precious.
but.,
for me.,
YOU ARE PRECIOUS.
LOVELY.....

by connie mccracken |
Categories: childhood, boy,

love within boys

spend my life trying to avoid the hurt and pain stored upon u and try not to pass it on to my girls when i had my babys i spoke from the heart and everyday boys are trouble stay away as you got older they looked in my eyes and knew that was a lie its time.