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Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: longing, passion, romantic, senses, sensual, sexy, sweet love,

Sensual Silky Colors

I have loved   -    I have felt ivory love bliss colors.

I have ridden sapphire air of crimson ecstasy -
	                                    and touched the silver stars.

I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move 
                                            and embrace my harlequin heart.

I have melted to tangerine delight caresses 
                                            tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted  -  and turned  -   and tossed  - 
                                on sensual, erotic waves that travel bold - 
                                                              through and between me                              

..CayCay Jennings
March 11, 2016

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: dance, emotions, first love, senses, youth,

My First Ball

As I walk through the doors of the hall,
I am swept off my feet by such flare.
When I think that tonight’s my first ball,
How I blush thinking thoughts I don’t dare.

Lovely music pours out of the room,
And my hips sway beneath my pink gown.
Mom’s eyes seek a potential bridegroom
Dad’s eyes stop, my swaying with a frown.

Ushered in the big room my eyes dance
As they rush over grandeur so bright
Chandeliers they brought over from France 
Fill the room bringing splendour and light

On the sidelines I can’t help but stare 
Pretty walls lined with roses and vines
Sweetest scents of Guerlains fills the air
As the ladies and gents sip their wines.

Fine madam’s gowns blend in with the walls
And the heavenly ceiling divine 
Pastel angels and blue waterfalls 
Someone begs me to dance just in time.

As we twirl on the dance floor I’m charmed
Looking into his eyes, I turn red
And I’m weak in this young man’s strong arms
Looking up angels spin round my head.

All too soon my first ball has to end
Sweetest dreams I shall cherish tonight
When I think of my newly found friend 
Just the thought of him brings such delight

Anapest Trimeter

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Ballroom Delights 
1st place

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, love, relationship, romance, senses, sensual, sexy,


A DAMSEL ENCHANTS FELICITY Aurora breaks, Cinderella damsel enchants felicity, gliding halcyon-- implanting jazzy kisses, languorous murmurs Nectared opulent press quakes reactions. Succulent tissues urge virginal wanting: xerothermic, yearning zenith! _____________________________________________________________________ *** xerothermic -- adapted to or flourishing to environment that is hot and dry halcyon -- care -free CONTEST NAME: 10 OR LESS LINES Contest Sponsor: Rob ~~2nd place~~ Olive Eloisa Guillermo 2:28 pm, September 23, 2015

Poem Details | by evrod samuel |
Categories: love, lust, senses,



Enchant me 
Serenade me 
Touch me

Raise my temperature
Heighten my senses 
Make me tingle all over 

Apply your hands to my trembling body 
Caress the heaving contours 
Of my pliant body

Feel the rhythm of my passions
Boiling within 
Explore all of what I have to give 

Arouse me 
Titillate me 
Enhance my desire 
Make me tingle with your soft kisses

Own me 
Mould me 
Control me 

Free me of inhibitions
School me in desire 
Pleasure me 

It’s not all about me 
But of you and I becoming we

Poem Details | by James Burns |
Categories: anniversary, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, inspirational, love, passion, romance

The "Senses" Since

I remember the look
In those big brown eyes
As you’d smile and laugh
And leave me hypnotized

I remember the touch
Of your hands so soft
How you’d hug and comfort me
And shake the cold off

I remember the taste
Of your sweet lips on mine
Enthralled in a kiss
For hours at a time

I remember the sound
Of your voice so warm
You’d just whisper gently
And quiet the raging storm

I remember the smell
That enchanted my nose
The scent of your body
Bathed in absolute rose

Yes, I remember you dear
And all the love we grew
And I have spent a lifetime
Making “sense” of you

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: deep, fantasy, how i feel, love, lust, senses, sensual,


NAUGHTY & NICE I want to explore your womanhood. I want to take your mental essence to higher plateaus. I want to kiss you in the most sensual place. My desire for you is driving me crazy. No need to worry love the time has come. I am yours for now and beyond. Here I am standing before you. I am yours to adore. Give me some sex. Make me wet. I am yours to fulfill. Let’s enjoy ourselves. Let us make love in the moonlight. My body yearns for yours. Your body yearns for mine. We are both dramatized to captivate each other minds. Give me some sex. Come to me with your fine ass. Make love to me between these satin sheets. Please me. Shh, say no more. I am yours. |_____________________________________________| Penned On November 17, 2014!

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: adventure, car, change, confusion, culture, cute love, destiny, lost, love, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, passion, people, philosophy, places, proposal, remember, romantic, science, senses, simple, smart, social, spoken word, symbolism, time, travel, true love, visionary, wisdom,


the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allegory, analogy, anger, angst, blue, change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, depression, desire, emo, emotions, fear, first love, growth, hate, heartbroken, introspection, life, lonely, longing, loss, love, lust, miss you, missing, missing you, senses, sorrow, wisdom, world,

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend, break up, culture, cute love, dedication, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, earth, environment, freedom, happiness, happy, heart, humanity, innocence, kiss, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, ocean, passion, peace, planet, poetry, relationship, romance, romantic, senses, sensual, silence, soulmate, spiritual, symbolism, uplifting,


is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?

Poem Details | by hija de la luna |
Categories: absence, desire, longing, love, memory, night, senses,

In every sense

In every sense I smell his love 
When the pure-scented moonlight bathes my window
Reflecting its tresses inside and the night-breeze
Spills a bouquet exploding of wonderful colors
Of evocations to mind which stroke perfumed
Warm touch on my glowing skin courted
By lavender whispers of memory… hmm…there
In every sense I smell his love.


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: deep, loneliness, lust, sad love,



My dreams became a tale of darkened dust
with sinful charms abused by woeful lies
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

The trust in love by endless fate encrust
with scars to heal through wails of silent cries
my dreams became a tale of darkened dust.

The stain of  false affections broke my trust
and cast a shadow on my downcast eyes
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

Though burning flames of raging love unjust
Adrift in hapless search of hidden why’s
my dreams became a tale of darkened dust.

Alone without a warm embrace I must
withstand the epic pain of secret sighs
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

As if a dagger through my heart is thrust
a dream so real is chained in loves demise.
My dreams became a tale of darkened dust
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

21st November, 2017
T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: angel, hope, love, senses,

Our Midnight The Unseen Within Collaboration

Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do not share,
No night they are not near.

Even as flowers that scent the roving winds
With fragrant incantations, - flowers unseen,
That loose the largess of their beauteous dreams,
Even so are they.

Bequeathing endlessly for our delight
The gifts we spurn, the secret revelations
Would make us in our needless misery
True kindred of the Soul,-

A holy kiss to marry us with light,
These sheens where cherubins loose their waxxen wings;
Shear the shadows where fear is oft found,
And quell doubt like a startled imposter

A righteous device to lead us home.....
A wanton wind to soothe the wayward ails;
A flame-cold but bright to illume every wan,
We sleep unbeguiled, where angels tread

What secret shadows skulk to maim?
Strip our bones to sudden death?
Move they winnowed and tarried -----
Helpless to the winged, swift eye

A keepsake (say many) beat of feather;
Hope gives us peace in those hallowed hills,
Where the angels sing like larks and cry a tear of love:
              (Our midnight)

First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 by Keith O.JHunt

Poem Details | by Juli- Michelle |
Categories: absence, abuse, allusion, how i feel, love, senses,

He's Back

My insides are tight, they’re slimy and black
He’s back
The anaconda
He squeezes my insides and I can’t breathe, 
He won’t leave.
I can’t sleep, or I’ll dream of his body
While he roams my gut, up to my lungs, 
Grabbing my ribs and swinging from the rungs
And then squeezes around my throat
Takes time to gloat
Before he hisses words into my head… 
Words that can render me dead
He lingers, he slithers, he kills..
He’s back;
And no one’s there to hear my shrills.

Poem Details | by Poetically Numb |
Categories: desire, kiss, love, romance, senses, sexy, true love,

Touch - Sharon's Acrostic

Teasing my senses, awaken my soul,
Obey every command, losing control.
Unspoken words, replaced by pure bliss,
Craving you more, every daring kiss.
Hypnotized by passion, transcendence.


Poem Details | by Bernard Chan |
Categories: age, celebration, happiness, life, love, nature, senses,

Harvest For The Senses

                         Before gathering gloom takes away our eyes, 
                             Let’s fill them with dandelions’ dance

                    Before our mouths are closed by the curfew of age, 
                            Let’s deposit in them the taste of kisses

                                   Before dusk deafens our ears, 
                       Let them hear the just and the righteous sing

                                Before sweet scents are sent away, 
                       We’ll feast on the potpourris of wines and seas

                         Before the world is a stranger to our hands, 
                       Let the sun press into them the shapes of light

                           And when our hearts can no more crave, 
                    They shall declare, “O, my richesYou have no idea.”

Poem Details | by sandra byrd |
Categories: childhood, confusion, death, life, loss, lost love, sad,

liquid senses

Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets 
suburbs undaunted

available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses

soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to

Poem Details | by colin mitchell williams |
Categories: love, mysteryprayer, senses,



And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles 
And leave their mark; ever in hope....

She is waiting

Pale in naked moon lit sexual stretches
Fanning shadows curve on satins anguished blue
To subtle bronzed drips rusted rivers
Lay about her in ever flowing delta’s of hair

These the coy covers of shoulders demure beneath their lifting expectation
Quintessence supplicant to floating hands; risen
Her slow beat thumps on a sudden heart
The fleur-de-lis arched beseeching the avid prayer of lips

The floorboards creek

And though through empty rooms the sighs may roam
Though forever it seems she has lain alone
There are eyes, by bat wing devised; by the caverns urgent aphrodisia
He has been gathered by the corpuscle of desire, to come to her

And by each and every silent unspent moan of longing
He inscribed this hours, fretful, reflections of her mantle parted
An eternal caress folded; ingress to her concupiscent heart
Mere Luna beams of dreams of loves physique, his love, made love to her

Dawns dissipation breaths

Remembering the warmth before forgotten days; where separated so
Bathes her awash in amber fire; and traces his finger along her spine
To leave her sleeping in those somnambulist foot prints
Looses in the languid illusive of arms, wrapped in suns breaking

Turning to the light he asks for its edifice, hold fast on waking 
Struggle to define by wanting the irrevocable kiss; pressed to her
A taste recited by those gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; forever in hope 

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allusion, feelings, love, senses,

Beneath My Heartbeat

My tranquil world is trembling 
with sublimated anticipation,
I’m losing my footing of romantic resistance
Body shaking is convulsive proof:
equilibrium quaking; off balance, I deduce 
Mind trapped in love — 
can’t wiggle out  .  can’t squirm loose
My feeble objections
are falling through the roof
Wave after wave
moves swiftly beneath my heartbeat
I’m tumbling head over heels,
landing silver rush hard at your feet
And your avalanche of kisses 
are beginning to smother me
Only your searchlight of desire
can maiden eyes see 
how far I fell..
As waves of your love
has buried me deep
Wave upon wave,
an earthquake beneath my heartbeat
Save me with a yes,
baby come vow rescue me 

This poem was inspired by a poem
penned by the talented poetess, Alexis Y.
Her beautiful poem is titled: "The Pledge"

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: desire, emotions, heart, imagery, love, senses, symbolism,

Love's Power

Love’s Power

It’s wondrous

enchants you entire—

passions hot

your heart beats

wildly with a true desire

for the one you love

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 19, 2018 (Shadorma)

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: love, mountains, rain, rose, senses, sun,

A rose's scent

They say that a nose knows --
  But what does it know?

It knows a rose's scent, and many other a flower
  It knows the sweet breath of an early Spring shower 

It knows where there's fire or mortal danger 
  It knows who's familiar and who is a stranger

It knows the forest trail and the mountain's peak
  a fertile valley, buried treasure, the flow of a creek

It knows when a lover is brimming with desire
  the warmth of the sun, and something much higher

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: longing, love, nature, senses, sensual,

I sense her everywhere

I see her in the wispy figures of the dawn's mist
   out over the lake, ferried away on gentle breezes
      evaporating into the unknown...

I smell her in the husky aroma of a morning's
   rich cup of coffee, as I sip her fragrance
      awakening my every instinct...

I hear her voice in the still of a late afternoon's forest walk
   in the winds whistling through bare branches high above me
      in the underbrush yielding to my furtive steps...

I sense her everywhere I look, everywhere I turn
   everywhere my spirit guides me, yearning for her
      reaching for her deep in the bosom of life's embrace

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: love, senses,

Words of love

You say the words of love not often pass
my lips but all the words I would amass
over my life can't possibly convey
your beautyAs before the love holds sway
over the words of tongue and penI try
to find a flawless language whereby
I could speak diamonds, moons, expanses, times
about your loveliness, to pick up rhymes
with your saliva's mead, to get a font
out from the depth of hell by which I want
so badly to write down those few
words of my love I'll never say to you.

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: love, senses,

The senses

The senses are intended to mislead
a man in loveI know, his watchful eye
can see the angels flying in the sky
but drawbacks of his ladylove, indeed.

He's ears sharp enough to hear a bead
of water working rocks, a quiet sigh
of endless starless space and even thy
conspiratorial whisper, thinking reed.

But he is deaf to platitudes, buzzwords,
suburban accent, vulgarisms and odds
and ends because he listens to the sound

of metaphysic harmonies inside
his own heartHe keeps eyes open wide
to see love crossing its transcendent bound.

Poem Details | by Yours Truly |
Categories: bullying, care, change, giving, happiness, happy, inspiration, love, people, senses, smile, wisdom, words,

Treat Others How You Want To Be Treated

The littlest deeds still go a long way
So better the world and try it today

People don't realize the good they can do,
By holding doors open and smiling too

Try to be chivalrous, try to be meek
Try to be humble whenever you speak

Others will notice the way that you are
A light so unique, shines bright like a star

Relay the message, conquer the kindness
Replays impressive, actions are mindless

We live to laugh, and love to be loved.
Turn both your cheeks, when pushed and then shoved

Intuitiveness is a trick of the trade.
Instinctive bliss results moments well played

"Treat others how you want to be treated."
This motto of life makes smiles repeated

-Yours Truly

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, change, cheer up, confidence, cool, courage, cute love, deep, destiny, emotions, environment, fantasy, fear, feelings, first love, for her, funny love, happiness, happy, how i feel, humanity, hyperbole, i am, i love you, inspiration, journey, joy, life, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, ocean, paradise, philosophy, pride, romance, romantic, senses, smile, spring, sunshine, travel, uplifting, wind,


imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: beautiful, blue, care, caregiving, crazy, dark, desire, dream, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, first love, flower, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, future, giving, god, happiness, how i feel, i love you, imagination, innocence, kiss, longing, philosophy, romance, romantic, senses, sexy, sin, storm, strength, sweet, thanks, together, trust, truth, urban, visionary, weather, wind, wisdom, youth,


Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No games
This is love

Poem Details | by Cynthia Garcia |
Categories: conflict, confusion, deep, for her, how i feel, i love you, senses,

She Cries

She Cries
Cynthia Garcia

Wet Cold tears begin to flood her eyes
Only a blink away from showing her soul
Only a blink away from showing her mine
I don’t know what to do

My chest tightens with overwhelming uncertainty 
This feeling this stranger to my will corrupts my strength
I steer my emotions like driving on ice
I don’t know what to do

Alien emotions synchronized pride
A battle between my heart and my mind 
This thing this wet rip tide 
It spins a web somewhere inside
I don’t know what to do

Yes I love you too
I’m sorry I get stuck
When I see you cry
This isn’t what I do

I killed this vessel a thousand days ago to stay alive 
I had to 
she speaks a language I cannot understand 
A sacred tongue I once knew 
When she starts sweating hearts blood onto her face
I clam I tuck my tail and run 
I don’t know what to do

Some call it demons grip I call it strength
This feeling I cant run from wont stop chasing
She says it makes her stay
She calls it love and cries anyway
Bats her eyes and lets them fall 
Like  Heavens stars in nights’ Armageddon 
She calls it love and cries anyway 
I don’t know what to do
Yes I love you too.

Why do we bleed so much in vein 

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: desire, love, love hurts, senses, simile, sun, woman,


Love is like sunburn; hot to the touch, yet painful in its afterglow...

Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: adventure, anniversary, baptism, beauty, bible, birthday, celebration, christian, community, faith, family, feelings, children, forgiveness, god, grandparents, grandson, history, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, joy, life, love, passion, peace, people, poems, poets, prayer, religious, senses, simple, society, spiritual, strength, teacher, time, together, tribute, truth, wisdom, words, world,

US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US 
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
And His great love for US is the reason He died
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US

RevSamuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011


Poem Details | by kj force |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, best friend, bird, butterfly, childhood, day, earth, faith, feelings, first love, friendship, garden, happiness, humor, imagination, innocence, inspiration, joy, life, love, magic, metaphor, morning, nature, paradise, passion, poems, poetry, rain, rainbow, relationship, romance, seasons, senses, sky, snow, spiritual, spring, storm, summer, sweet, time, today, together, tree, uplifting, water, weather, wind, winter, wisdom, world,


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even surviveThe snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of springA few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowersI wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttonsThey did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday
as they were called WEEDS.
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB