Love Poems About Ably or Ably Love Poems
by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

A Young Gentleman

What did he said to displease the ownership of your body,

Words relapse I’m straight zoning,

Passion that held for holidays season whirlpool that meant for cleanse,

The way she describe me cleaned my soul,

Words relapse I’m straight zoning,

They say that nice guys finish last but here say this is a new age,

And I am rolling in deep with fascinating of love by you,

Wonder of of day break sing a sweet lull ably why take a break,

Not the first I heard of such a kind gentle but,

A young gentleman, 

Hit the break I thought no one knew what I was aim for,

Can’t they reallie see the essence of make of a,

Truth Gentleman.

by Beata Agustin |
Categories: blessing, christian, devotion, faith, god, jesus, spiritual,

God Is Able

Despondent midst insecurity’s angst? Your soul cries out in despair… God is able*; trust His love. Chained to failure’s misery-shackles? Your heart languishes in sorrow’s nook… God can ably free you out; seek His hand. Frustrated over righteousness’ championship-bout? Your spirit seeks truth anchor against skepticism’s jeer… God can enable you; cleave to His power by faith.
2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work. August 3, 2019

by Chinedum Ekwobi |
Categories: absence, humanity, memory, wife, women,

Mad Women Love Me a Lot

Mad Women Love me a lot.
That means nothing have I got
To things view from Worth of What,
Not spotless The-With-A-Blot…

From Mad Women lovers’ smiles:
Those who could like me walk miles,
Naked Ones glad about it;
To marry one digging my pit!
Years of disdain for bathrooms
But streets sweep with caring brooms…

God I bless for Pubic Hairs 
Ably screening off Prized Wares
Still some day saleable 
For A Madness stoppable!

BBC I trust can see
Could afford to let this be;
With Proverbs busier than bee…

I’d forgive: Winter’s Hot Tea.”

by Christopher Quigley |
Categories: poetry,

Awhile Yeah I Know This Is Wrong But Isn'T It Pretty

I love it when you hear a word you haven't heard in a while
like intravenously
and use it like
she slipped intravenously into the room
then blurted
and every eye blurted their approval
Probably now this is a challenge
i could pro bably split it apart ably
But probably she is beauty's subject