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by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

Reader of the Stars - Collaboration



A reader of the stars am I. I’ve looked
into my crystal ball. Guess what I saw?
The woman of your dreams! You will be hooked
because her charms will fill your heart with awe.
A female with green eyes and princess ways,
she also has a bit of gypsy soul!
With her you will be blessed all of your days.
She is the other half to make you whole.
She’ll challenge you; together you will grow.
One other thing to know . . . curiously
she very much seems to resemble me!

Sept. 3, 2020 
for Line Gauthier's Max 12 Lines - Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
You can see her little poem that inspired this collaboration over at the contest pages.


by Donna Loughman |
Categories: blessing, christian, devotion, emotions,

Blood Stone Jewel

An iridescent sapphire cuts into the night’s sky clearly 
a gift unasked for and predestined appears solidity
love is the luster smelted inside the eastern chambers afar
 
Hooked upon the waxing moon’s burgeoning smile that shines
mesmerizing silver shadows dance under your bloodstained beams
beckoning freedom in an heavenly escape reflects back unconditionally 
 
A tantalising call nurtured on the precarious wind surrounds the soul
shaded Sacred Heart images dance beckoning inside chorographic unison
never imagined acceptance of grace awaits in your tender loving embrace


A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman 

unrhymed tercets 

by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: giggle, holiday, love,

- Rio de Janeiro And Carl -





Carl is still in Rio
He is hooked on the casino
Sweet love in moonlight
Cherry musk all night
His libido is like a volcano













01.03.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
6-8-5 -5 -10 syllables
www.howmanysyllables.com








by Larry Belt |
Categories: funny

Toon Time

If I could be a cartoon character
Which one would I be
I thought about being Fred Flinstone
But he's too old-fashioned for me

And then there's maybe George Jetson
A man who knew electronics
Nothing like Yosemite Sam
Who needed to be hooked on phonics

And what about Shaggy and Scooby
You gotta love those scooby snacks
I've never really considered a Smurf
And their tiny little mushroom shacks

Or maybe I'd become a super hero
Who comes to save the day
Batman , Green Hornet or Underdog
Who puts the bad guys away

Maybe I'd live in Jellystone Park
Where Yogi is the king
For Hello Mr Ranger Sir
Is just the funniest thing



by liam mcdaid |
Categories: baptism, christian, devotion, god, light, love, spiritual,

Blood stone Jewel

An iridescent sapphire cuts into the night’s sky clearly 
a gift unasked for and predestined appears solidity
love is the luster smelted inside the eastern chambers afar
 
Hooked upon the waxing moon’s burgeoning smile that shines
mesmerizing silver shadows dance under your bloodstained beams
beckoning freedom in an heavenly escape reflects back unconditionally 
 
A tantalising call nurtured on the precarious wind surrounds the soul
shaded Sacred Heart images dance beckoning inside chorographic unison
never imagined acceptance of grace awaits in your tender loving embrace


A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman unrhymed tercets 

by Melissa Wadkins Patterson |
Categories: confusion, lost love, love, me,

Oh Fisherman

I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water
caught by a slimy worm.

Hooked by hunger
and evidently truth,
but this bowl is far too real
to swallow.

My freedom was stolen
and he just laughs
as I swim around
in ridiculous circles,
searching for a knob-less door.

My voice gurgles as I ask him,
Oh simple-minded fisherman,
why'd you go and snag me like that
and what did you keep me for?

by kathryn collins |
Categories: mother, mother, mother, drug,

Long-stemmed Promises

Long-stemmed Promises 

sweet babies
need sleep, sustenance and love.
Sounds easy enough. 
 
Ask the sleepless mother
who feels the diaper rash more
than the infant.

Ask the mother whose child
is the bully or the bullied or
the social outcast.  

Ask the mother of the child
Hooked on drink and drugs,
the troubled ones.

Ask the mother of the adult
child growing her own 
long-stemmed promises.

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 5, 2005


by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,

Love Notes

Love notes 
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use 
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud 
To match the sensual scent 
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come 
To end my writings, after so many pages 
Hooked thrown into a silent bin 
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel 
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm 
Of my heart


  

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: romance,

floating feelings

flying high within
floating on
wings of love
beating on the walls
softly like those
fluttering wings
butterfly feelings
emotions kiss
when i laid
eyes on you

becoming one world
a dense fog lifts
an oasis
of paradise
drinking from
the cup
you became
my addiction

hooked like a fish
fighting this 
loving feeling
as the feet
landed on shore
hook line and sinker
you got me

walking the sands
of life
your hands
in mine
stepping into 
the setting sun
tonight we dine
awaiting morning
in a rising sun
eloping with you
to a golden paradise

by Neil Nelson |
Categories: love,

Sundays Taste of You

Our coiled limbs
Refuse
To let go.

The Sun's rays
Mingle
With our glow.

Long past lunch,
Aching.
All we need

Is right here
Under
The duvet.

We're content
Laying
Close despite

Our clammy
Flesh, thighs
Adhering.

I kiss your
Forehead
Studded with

Your cool sweat.
And then
I'm hooked

All over again...

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: addiction, love, lust,

My addiction is her

Hooked, addicted to feeling this way, 
Wanting for nothing more than,
The white that fades to absolute black, 
Helping me understand,

All my hurt, my wants, my needs, 
Painted in dark on the wall,
Painted with lines made out of pain, 
From big right down to the small,

This painting of her, her eyes and lips, 
Addict me to all I can see,
Addict me to everything painted in black, 
She’s the ache inside all of me,

Because she is my ghost, my beautiful shadow, 
She’s the one I can’t hold,
She’s my painting in black, up on my wall, 
My chillingly beautiful cold.

by roxy Seymour |
Categories: addiction, allusion, deep, feelings, first love, love, passion,

my drug

You are my drug.
Your smell brings me to my knees
Like crack brings an
Addict to his

The blood streaming 
Through your veins
Is the nicotine cigarettes 
Which after one drag
I'm hooked.

And no brand 
Of cannabis could
Compare to the high you give me,
When our lips finally touch.

by Michelle Born |
Categories: america, blessing, color, cool, feelings, humor, life,

My Teletubbies


Why do I enjoy and love my Teletubbies

They are colorful and cute most of all very chubby,

I was hooked the moment I laid eyes on their loveable faces

People laugh at me because some times I take them to different places,

I don't care how other people feel about them they make me happy and that's the way it is

So as time goes by I love them more and more so that is my biz,

The moral to the story is if you like something and no one else agrees

Then just look at them and say; this is just me.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015




by teri aki |
Categories: lost love, sad, drug,

Chrystal Meth

Try her once try her twice
you'll be hooked don't be surprised
She's got you now to have and to hold
till death do you part
she won't let go
She gave you that rush
you wanted so much
In return she gave you not much
Snort her 
smoke her
shoot her up it's all the same
she makes you insane
She's playing our family like a game
for destruction is the name of her game
Love is lost she won the toss
She took your heart and soul
tossed it in your bowl
She gives you days of sleepness night
hearing voices in the night
Dealing drugs
meeting seekers
Now your the true tweaker
She's got me pleading and grieving
for you to give up needing
Inside i'm crying
for fear of you dying

by Mary Susan Vaughn |
Categories: animal, best friend, dog, friendship, poems,

A Friend Indeed

The day you came to live with me 
We both wanted a friend 
To love, to care, to spend some time 
No other could there have been 
  
For you approached me smiling 
A twinkle in your eye 
Tail wagging with such joy 
We both were hooked for life 
  
Never a bond so tender 
Never a bond so true 
You snuggle up to me each day 
No closer than us two 
  
-       Mary Susan Vaughn 

by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: adventure, boyfriend, cute love,

TRACTOR

T he tractor has pulled up outside my door.
R acing to the window when I hear it's roar.
A ll dressed up for this date.
C an't wait to head out with my mate.
T he link box is hooked up, all shined.
O ver goes my leg as I jump on behind.
R ev her up Darling, I'm covered in muck.
                                      But never mind.

by Tom Forke |
Categories: earth, farm, happiness, joy, love, seasons, work,

the sower

Arnold gazed eastward,
squinting. 
His callused hands hung
by thumbs hooked to
his belt. He had beaten
the rooster by at least
an hour, and his hands
lit a pipe in
celebration. 
A cool breeze 
passed through, teasing
the plowed field,
the chimes,
and his arms.
The barn stood sturdy, 
ready for the season.
Seasoned tools hung on the 
new walls. The screen door 
behind him swung and
she stood next to 
him on the porch, his 
hand stroked her back.
She looked at him, he
peered eastward, a subtle
smile concealing a laugh,
“It’s going to be a good year.”

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: husband, pets,

Puppy Love

Puppy Love
puppy fuzzy puppy buddy puppy cuddly puppy tubby puppy fluffy puppy lucky pup plays pup stays pup grows pup knows pup chews my shoes sad look I'm hooked
Inspired by Casarah Nance contest micropoetry ain't that tweet Written: August o6, 2015

by Emaka Abbott |
Categories: addiction, dark, deep, depression, emotions, family, heartbroken,

She's A Disappointment

Family keeping secrets from the disappointment of a daughter.
No fun.  No trust.  No support.  No love.  No love.  No nothing.
She keeps herself locked away in her internal black hole.
Music taking over her hearing- the words put to a tune, to keep you hooked on the hatred, pulling you closer to enjoying it.

by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, courage, devotion, dream, education, faith, farewell, freedom, happy, holiday, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, love, miracle, natural disasters, nature, ocean, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, places, recovery from..., space, spiritual, stress, success, travel, write,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.

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 Elijah Manke |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, cute love, emotions, love, marriage,

The day i met her

It was a day that I will never forget.
She seemed like the epitome of beauty.
The way she laughed, smiled and the way she looked.
The way she walked was that of minuet.
On many day she resembled that of Aphrodite.
But than again she was already hooked.
A few months passed I had noticed she was sad.
I decided to ask how she was I mean, me little old me!
Her heart was broken she said I decided to invite her to dinner it was already booked. 
We dated for a few years after that and may I say she changed her name to McPhee.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: evil,

A Serial Killer's Soliliquy

I am a chameleon.
I look like a nice guy
and can be quite charming.
It’s a real buzz for me
that I can make people
believe I care for them!

But get me alone
with a sweet young thing.
She will understand
the power I wield
over life and death.

Oh, how I love
to hear them scream.
I’m hooked on it.
I kill for it.

No one can
hurt me; I
hurt them first.

Time now
for my

FIX.

Jan. 12, 2016

by steven mitchell |
Categories: humor,

I Used To Love Her Once

i used to love her once
hooked besotted for months
i gave her my all
despite her being 6foot tall
my head only up to her bumps

wed go to bed early
at the peak of our love
but some times this led to some trouble
for when id assume the position
for her aquisition
id ticlke her chest with my stubble

i used to love her once
i gave her my all 
despite her being 6 foot tall
my head only up to her bumps

she got pretty aggrieved with the love she recieved
and finally filed for divorce
she had just the one reason
to justify her love treason
size it does matter of course

by jack horne |
Categories: lost love,

Cold Turkey Lover

If love is like a drug, as said,
I guess she must have made me high;
this junkie took his fix in bed
and thought, I'm hooked until I die.

But after highs, I hit a low,
and craved her loving drug again;
one awful day, she told me 'no':
I'd never felt such wretched pain.

I did cold turkey for a while
and begged her for another fix:
no love, no kisses, nor a smile;
she said, 'I'm sick of turning tricks.'

My memories are clouded, black,
of love that made my life a hell;
but now I'm clean and can't go back:
addiction's over; all is well.

for Sara's Love Heroin contest