by Maria Williams |
Categories:
feelings, humor, i love you, love, parody,
She asks him if her butt looks Big
In last years summer dress
My dear you look Hot in that
It accentuates I must confess
And are these streaks too brassy
On my mousey shade of brown
My dear you pull it off with style
You wear it like a crown
She points to her crows feet
Are they getting worse each day
It lends character to your features
And that's my final say
Then she goes for closure
Will you love me till I die
I'll love you to the moon and back
He whispers with a sigh
So ladies the next time you declare
In a voice so strong
That you are ALWAYS RIGHT
And He is ALWAYS WRONG
And if your man agrees with you
IS HE RIGHT OR WRONG???
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
inspirational, love
All Ways, Always
Bestow love; begin the beauty.
Cheerfully cherish; live charming.
Happy hearts grant heavenly hopes.
Let loveliness lead new lifestyles.
Hold honesty in your thoughts.
Merrily make marvelous days.
Determine to adorn delight.
Admiration aimed amplifies.
And affection accentuates.
Approach life tenderly, all ways.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 11, 2010
Poetic form: Alliteration
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Scattered the droplets splay
a sheen not really seen
soft shades of blue filter
from the form that is you
azure streaks of summertime bliss
electrifying my sky
a mere twining in your eye
accentuates and erupts
feining the sun
I've come undone
as the strings untie
the past
waves wash over our fears
bravely admonished to lie near
trailing footprints traverse
holding on to an outstreched hand
farther never felt so close
by Andrew Delapruch |
Categories:
life,
from russia with love
inna moves like waves
in the
deep black sea,
brandishing long strands
of soft dark hair
flush from side to side
(a controlled torrential
storm),
white t-shirt tied in a
knot at the waste that
bringing out the tight
stomach, accentuates
the curve of her hips
as she stretches along
the light oak floor,
moving in sync with
the industrial beat,
muscles flexing out
with every loud shout
of the synthesizer,
arms flailing out &
round with every
guitar twang passed
through the wa-wa
pedal---she commands
the empty dance room,
she reigns alone as she
practices her moves to
one day dominate a
world stage.
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
life, love, passion, romance,
She wears a slightly see-thru dress of pleasure
That of which night accentuates the curves more
Her chest showing nipples in equal measure
Drawing power of acquiescence on shore
Her form leaves me meandering towards lust
That dress just blends into her skin, like her bust
It all becomes one, shows off all her glory
She has my heart, her love I sure do carry
Russell Sivey
by Gerald Legister |
Categories:
allusion, dark, dream, engagement, friendship love, romance, stars,
You are as close to me as my skin.
Through my pores, you invade me.
In untouched places awakening.
I can feel your presence endlessly.
Where existence began progressively.
In my heart emotions drifts, along
You made the candace of hope grew strong.
In the zone where the twilight belongs.
I breathe the breath renew in your perfume.
The sweet essence that accentuates my life.
fragrant scent that melts my dream.
With a silver line of stars to shine.
Draw into twilight the flutter of hope.
To dance and dined with flavored wine.
by Rhonda Rieck-Rush |
Categories:
dream, good night, image, moon, night, passion, sweet love,
Her silhouette in moonlight’s gaze
accentuates her splendid curves
she dances in moon’s golden glow
feet tiptoe ‘cross the velvet turf
She floats through night’s gentle breeze
as if she were a lullaby
enticing only lovely dreams
amid a velvet midnight sky
by Hilo Poet |
Categories:
allusion, analogy, beautiful, butterfly, color, imagery, nature,
The whole world down, to our floaters of love,
be the Agrias Butterfly, from South
and Central America. In awe of
their mystique hues and mid-sized, word-of-mouth
spreads 'neath tropical forest canopies,
their delicacy is rather putrid,
from decaying fruits to rotting fishy.
Their family name is the 'Brush Footed
Butterfly's, because they have four hind legs
used for walking and two short, sort of front
legs slash brushes, hairy sensory pegs
that tastes and smells. A basic tool to hunt.
Beauty accentuates hidden splendors ...
tropical Impressionist ascenders.
by Lewis Nyaga |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, best friend, cute, cute love, dedication,
She is dark she is pretty
She has an easy grace
When she smiles sky's open
As she walk beauty accentuates
If me alliterates she's beauty me beholds
In her hugs me befoulded as am beffuddles
The in her me spy genna
Me spying beautiful l meadows of genna
When with her me fathom lilting nivarna
Her essence a paradise of carousel emotions
Her name is Rue an enchantress gem is she..