by Pace Ink-U-Script |
Categories:
fantasy, love, tribute,
Like the smallest intake of air; I deserve not. Like a fantasy and dream
of a woman to have, honor, cherish and love till death;
I deserve not. But God has been
so good to me, even through
the sins amongst my
internal image
that I've
committed
several
times over.
Confessions after
confessions after
confessions, and yet, I'm
breathing in an abundance of
air and I've been blessed with a
woman that's greater than any fantasy and dream
of many dreams. Thank you Father for blessing me...(sigh) Thank you.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
03-27-2013
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
love,
in the stormy light
each lover hears confessions
the night rains passion
contest Get Romantic
visual 2
by Colin Mitchell Williams |
Categories:
lovelove,
Another Vein - - Another Valentine
Earth shattering silence you bring
The enveloped wing of your being fills me
Confessions of love are never enough
The more of me to you
Is another vein in my sleepless words
Written restless on hot sheets
How the taste of you
Lingers a sorcery of enchanted language speaks
Soft aphrodisia of my imaginings
Angel of passion in connotation
Your beauty pussy cats this hearts symmetry
Felled I fall so willingly
Lost in your captured palms
The cage of my ever dreaming love
Holding you would be enough
With the magnitude of the space in my heart
I will give you more
Than love can command
by Phred Sirikye |
Categories:
deep,
With knees deep in ice.
I keep deep in cold.
I was born lucky, am nice.
With dope I uphold.
You can't fool me twice,
But if you do, I play it cool.
With time you pay the price.
I can never call you a fool.
I was born into patience.
All I know is love.
I live each day with a difference.
Am still trying to evolve.
I am hard to love, I know.
Am equally hard to let go.
But I ain't too dumb to know.
That you reap what you sow as you go.
I put family first
For they are my everything.
I have issues with trust.
I hate breaking.
by Khadidja Megaache |
Categories:
death, grief, pain, poets, remember, solitude, sorrow,
When I lay in the mortuary,
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions.
Few would come to my funeral,
Fewer would weep.
Few would care,
Fewer would lose sleep.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Burn my drafts and books,
My life was dull and ordinary.
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
beauty, emotions, environment, february, humanity, imagination, lost love,
The muse of a dreamy gaze,
The memory of a mutual moment,
Heightened affection and excitement,
An intake of breath for more
The expansion of the stars
In a stretch of sky above the world,
Glimmering gently—
Affecting profoundly
A tree that casts the wanting shade
That forms its body in the day
For love to birth under its branches—
Confessions uttered and deeds done
A freshness wafting into the nostrils
Stretching beyond the tallest branch
Clouds parting with the wind's guidance
Revealing the mighty faces of the heavens
2.9.2020
by Lakshmi K.S. |
Categories:
deep, destiny, devotion, emotions, longing, love hurts, truth,
You used to ask me why am I so reticent,
So here it is, my confessions from oceans distant,
I am a quiet human being,
Use silence for a living,
Trust no one to ask my worrying questions,
Believe no one to seek help from dear and near ones,
But my soul refuses to stay silent on my problems,
Therefore it bursts out through my poems,
Under my pillow you will find an ornate book,
My feelings, my emotions are jotted in its every nook,
And if you feel I still deserve your time,
Please give me a chance, I will wait across the oceans, even for a lifetime.
K.S.Lakshmi
by Hiya Sharma |
Categories:
angst, black love, farewell, grief, meaningful, poetry, true love,
Sanguine souls melted,
In last confessions of death
As flames of crimson,
Draped their souls in lithe petals
Of a black, gold-lined lotus.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, heartbreak, introspection, lost love, poems, romance,
white of the birch winter
the cold seeps into old bones
Lena
stare cold
only to those
who have not met
her heart
Siberian dreams
my white russian melts
in winters wind
confessions I give
red lips
made me sin
the spy within
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
heart, introspection, love, passion, philosophy,
All poets are dreamers and writers
Who weave life into verse and rhyme
Verse into heartfelt contemplations
The heart desires
Longs
For attention
A poet will expose himself to his great lengths
His ink shall flow like emotions dancing on a page
He may need to erase his thoughts, annul his dreams
Thus his pencil stands guard and erect
Love is erased with little effect
He scribbles his musings onto blank pages
Wondering if maybe the lass he so dreams
Will sit upon his pencil
Reading his very confessions of love
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
desire, love, lust,
Mesmerizing fragrance
to my palate
I am drawn
down
way beneath down
towards lustful scent
chocolate thighs
pure and dark
rich and creamy
sugary brown
such petals await
laden flower
moist with dew
like dark rum
my appetite
insatiable
a feast
of taste and tongue
I'm rewarded
tantalizing delight
until
my indulgence
made ever
so sweet
by honey and molasses
is satisfied...
~ ~ ~ ~
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
chocolate, desire, lust,
It's ecstasy without the pill
alarm lights flashing 69
Tarzan Lord of jungle fever
the taste of sweet nectar!
Foreplay of the gods
slippery when wet
I gaze upwards
lust devours you.
Such a lovely garden
I love your comfort food
you the naughty schoolgirl
in my headmasters office.
Your sighs and moans
rise to the heavens
carrying aphrodisiac scent
from your lovely pollen!
~ ~ ~ ~
by Catman Cohen |
Categories:
angst, death, hope, inspirational, loss, love, sad, song-uplifting, words, kiss,
These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
Back into the shadows
(That hard black fog)
Where darkness has its way
(God rest your soul)
Nothing left to tell you
(It’s all been said)
No more songs to write
(This silent Fall)
Nothing left to offer
(The well’s been bled)
From a shadow’s waning life
(Who lost it all)
Take my words and hold them
(Don’t be afraid)
Place them near your heart
(And heal your pain)
Shadow words will kiss you
(And heal your pain)
When your world turns dark
(Don’t’ be afraid)
And I kiss you
Kiss you
I kiss you in the dark……..
by Shaz Cheesman |
Categories:
words,
When the words fall out the ink spills to the floor
Quickly as the words come – I draw the ink up
To digest the paper and make of it how it wishes
Admiring the love making of paper and ink
Artistry that happens – not planned – not precise
The Euphoria of words – entranced – it’s a zone
Where all my confessions of love – feelings – live
The inner sanctum to my quiet obsession
A place without boundaries or doors to be locked
My poetry playground - consisting of Just Me
by Rushda R |
Categories:
inspirational, loss, lost love, nature
impassioned sky mumbles tasteless rain
a soaking measly carapace collects muddy remains
weather overbears a confessing cloud.
For Carol Brown's 'Nature comes to life' Contest.
by Chiquitachiamaka Baity |
Categories:
fantasy, imagination,
Mystifying beauty
Voluptuous shape
Infiltrating your subconscious
I float on clouds of grace.
The source of your yearning
The one that you secretly crave
The intricacies of my splendor
runs deeper than the oceans.
Words once only written
are now poetry in motion
Hypnotizing your desires,
like an aromatic love potion
Your hidden fantasies
are now boldly spoken.
Compromising your composure
You become my seeker
Like your silent confessions,
I am your secret keeper
Your imagination's creation,
I am now your reality
The unbroken promise to man,
I am the manifestation
I surpass your wildest dreams
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
by Jessica Thompson |
Categories:
addiction, feelings, i love you, love,
Darling,
If I were but the rose,
you clutch within your hand
or just a moment in your day
words written in the sand.
If I were but the song,
the bird sings upon your window seal
or the smile perched upon your lips
the kisses I could steal.
If I were the twinkling stars,
your wishes would come true
the world could be our canvas
shared memories of us two.
If only I could catch a glance,
more precious than any gold
be a chapter in your life
it'd be, the greatest story told.
by Michael Whatley |
Categories:
confusion, heart, love, philosophy, red,
It takes many forms
None of which I'm familiar
From landscape affinity
To blood-born bonds
From mild infatuation
To sensory captivation
Intimate life creation
To declarations between nations
What of this ruthless red tie?
A billion prisoners and counting
Yet problem surmounting
Everything red and white
What of this ruby red tie?
Spawn of confessions
Expressions and obsessions
Most defiant of depression
What of this radiant red tie?
For which begins in the eyes
Comes as quite a surprise
Where there, you both lie
What of, this relentless red tie?
Invalidates, all sense
Justifies, any expense
For you my love, will never end...
by Alyssa Finley |
Categories:
love, sad,
Ocean Eyes...
You do not wish me harm
Yet you drown me
In your pools of crashing seas
Your waves breaking my arms
Your ships carry my thoughts
Your winds cool my days
Alas, my confessions kept at bay
Hiding under sand and rocks
Your heart has become my continent
I desire to explore your countries,
Ride your dreams,
Discover your forgotten memories;
Every string of music
that hangs from your trees...
Fate has painted my desires an illusion,
The heart's demise...
No matter how hard death tries,
I'll always remember you,
Ocean Eyes.
by Yatubeera Resty |
Categories:
crush,
I want to write a poem......
Of course about him
The one my path crossed for nights
When he spoke, I listened
With just sentences, understood his life
Would stare in his eyes and know it all
If only it was my love he spoke of
But other matters weighed his mind
Specifically the complexity of his wife
For his dilemma lead to my office, and there our time was spent
Me doing the listening, him the confessions
Now another sits where he sat, speaking of his dilemmas
While am reminded of him.
by Joseph Matose |
Categories:
Confessions by Cupid
This comes from my heart
Resonating from my mind:
The most enchanting part
Moving me is her behind!
*
An enchanted lewd Bee
Chasing fleeing Flowers...
When racy petals I see
I easily forget the Growers!
*
I’m randy Cupid in love
Wielding Arrow by hand
Ferreting the thick grove
Love’s pleasure to demand.
*
So, I move in tight jeans
Dancing, Lover(s) to impress
Like infatuated teens
I find it easy to undress!
*
When I freeze with a kiss
White, as a statue of salt,
When I drown in tart bliss
I rise in blame’s thunder fault!
JM
25Th Oct’ 2013
by Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson |
Categories:
loveme,
Or you really in love with me
Or just loving what you see
Tis not enough to make the deal
True confessions from tires that squeel
Give it all or none will do
A real man of steel to fill big shoes
This is what I know about true love
Sent to me by creations from far above
To travel along that road with me
Must be more than a mere curiosity
To take the ultimate spinning ride
And still see me on the other side
by Ginny Weasley |
Categories:
desire, discrimination, emotions, gender,
Alan is the boy,
who lives in my dreams,
a handsome young lad,
yet has a lot of sins.
Alan was the boy,
who always lie,
about his identity
his thoughts
and his life.
He always hide
yet always peeking.
Always nice,
but never happy.
But one day he revealed everything
a lie before
was now considered truth.
A truth that is inconvenient,
but makes his heart boost.
His confessions were full of noise,
and were also full of lust,
Alan was the boy,
who made love with boys.
Yes, he is the boy who lives in my dreams,
Alan is a part of me...
a part that makes my identity.
yet he is still concealed,
waiting to be revealed.
#gay#
#bisexual#
by Neelam Sangwai |
Categories:
goodbye, love hurts,
bidding her farewell,
mist of unsaid confessions
rail track forever
in legs turned heavy anklets
--stationary prisoner--
by Theresa Stephens |
Categories:
love hurts,
Restless awakening behoves my mood
Unrelated, deep dragging thoughts conspire
Surely, my love's doubt of me misconstrudes
Why, my confessions of love all aspire
Depressingly, the day stretches ahead
Twelve hours, 720 minutes
Each passes, so.... slowly, I am so sad
Wrestling my inner demons, life's the pits
Her vision swims... no longer can resist
A text, I cannot believe one from her!
Reciprocate, by return, she does insist
Her love intact, she wants me to concur
To text..... dare I show again - to be dashed
No......what a bummer, internet has crashed!
8/20/16