by Aiyah Torres |
Categories:
anger, courage, crazy, emotions,
her sunlight shaded with clouds
burning love shuttered in pain.
rainfalls pour down on her feet
black widow spits in demon's face.
broken mirror hangs in the wall
she sees face dirty and old.
pulling down tears one by one
rinse the wound caused by his hands.
she caves underground to feel the darkness
composed herself while brokenhearted.
wait for the morning to witness the sunlight
free her mind to feel the long lost love.
fiercefully, she ran through the door
no regrets, left her home alone.
blue and purple paintings on skin
have gone when she dance in the rain.
by Paula Lelitte |
Categories:
devotion, love, passion, romanceme, me, universe,
I am amazed by the power of you words,
They seep through my skin
Like ink’s aphrodisiac,
And I feel powerless to stop them,
The mere thought of your hands
Touching me makes
Atoms explode inside my chest,
As if a universe is being born,
A light sweat glistens over my form
As my eyes devour every syllable,
My heart beats to the tune you write,
With quickened breath
I feel it consuming me,
This sexual fantasy wax lyrical,
I fail, not miserably but excitedly
To control my minds dirty idiom,
Where do the thoughts of lust go?
I feel them cling to me
Begging to be made manifest,
Tonight your pen is my phallic pleasure,
Take me and make me your muse.
by Nate D. |
Categories:
love
Lacing
My face
With the intoxicating embrace
Of your taste
Knowing
Your mine
Sets shivers
Swimming
Down my spine
Take my time
Let it glow
Before
It shines
I’m blinded
By your grace
Gonna trace
Your lines
Burn
The memory
Into my mind
X
Marks the spot
Of every dirty thought
I’ve got
Of you
Unleash
The beast
For the feast
That is you
Gonna savor
The flavor
Of your favor
Let it linger
Like a singer
Hitting
The last note
Send an emote
Or a text
If you want to know
What comes next
p.s.
Kisses
On your neck
by Daver Austin |
Categories:
music,
MUSIC
walking one night
i heard the same dirty sax
i hated
when she walked out on me
at club sleezy
fiddling unafraid
on fifth avenue for experience
the whores pickpockets walking by
taking a bite
of the big apple
sam
at the steinway grand
cocktail music
for love or misery
or both
one hundred
on stage at the philharmonic
the audience
rich and poor alike
fused as one by ravel
Dave Austin
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love,
Happiness is expensive; it is something so rare,
It's there to be savored, a moment that's fair.
Clutch to the moment, extend its brief stare.
It comes on suddenly but it’s all wear and tear.
Yet I do believe that love lurks around,
Just search for it since to it you are bound.
You know that I found it in a most unlikely place?
In a small poorly child, hungry with a dirty face
Abandoned by all. So I gave her something to wear,
Also some bread, a mixture of fruit, an apple and pear.
When she looked up, scrutinizing me with glee,
Her lips smiled tenderly, then giggled at me.
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
life, lost love,
Papers, papers that I never
thought I would have to sign.
Is that blood or ink drops
dripping on the dotted line?
Hair matted and stuck like
glue to a dirty head—
as I lay motionless, days
on end in my coffin like bed.
I never knew it was possible
to sob so hard you couldn't
catch your breath—
But now I know, living in this
agony— I would welcome death.
They say only Time will heal
all wounds, so I intently wait
for that elusive moment to come
that will soothingly seal my fate.
© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong
*This poem is dedicated to the
50% of you whose marriages didn't
succeed. I am happy to say I am
on the positive side this time.
by Vickie Hurtt - Thayer |
Categories:
absence, feelings, heart, loneliness, longing, love, romance,
He Sat On His Favorite Bench,
In Their Favorite Park,
Cracked And Crumbled,
His Eyebrows Knitted Together,
He Leered,
Sadness Clouded His Features,
He Drew His Lower Lip Between His Teeth,
From Memories,
His Thoughts Clouded,
Fighting Back Broken Tears,
An Old Woman Appeared,
She Gave Him A Dirty Look,
Her Nose Stuck In The Air,
She Sat Down On His Claimed Bench,
He Scrutinized As She Peered.
Suddenly,
Recognition Dawned On Their Faces,
Her Mouth Curved Into A Smile,
His Eyes Glistened,
Beneath His Almost Tears,
They Were So Much Older Now,
Unrecognizable At First,
But A Love Lost,
Had Prevailed,
And Was Found,
After So Many Years.
~Vickie Thayer~
by Arturo Michael |
Categories:
happy, home, me,
I love my house
It's simple and clear
I clean up the clutter and wash the dirty wares
I sweep floors
Wipe the knobs on the doors
Brush away the cobwebs and the dusty walls
I bag my pains
And put out the trash
Turn on some music so my worries won't chat
Repair the leaks
From holes in the roof
I'll be putting on my red umbrella shoes
I love my house
No rooms for fuss
You better off elsewhere if you huff and puff
I feed my mind
Happy compliments
Water my garden daily for sweet lovely scents
There is a ban
No roaches and mice
You're welcome to come in
It's clean from dirt and grime
by Jill Martin |
Categories:
angst, devotion, hope, life, loss, love, passion, morning,
Sometimes ... there is no reason
for morning tears.
Distracted me
tangled in the debris
of a raging sea.
So very small
the moment
meant
nothing at all.
And what of that day ....
dismade bed
dirty sock left on the kitchen floor
I was going to scrub a week ago
left me crying and
cursing
falling to pieces
where is my other shoe
my toes are cold
speed bump on shaky knees
spills my morning tea.
Sometimes there is no reason ....
by Raul Moreno |
Categories:
lost love
Your projectile language,
Has shattered my porcelain soul.
The ballistics of your words,
Trace back to your beautiful performance.
An arsenal of lethal…language,
Spoken from the chamber of your heart.
Targeting my virgin emotions,
…Piercing my self-esteem,
……Ricocheting your madness in my life.
“I love you”…dissipates in your smoke of lies.
I can still taste the gunpowder residue,
Off the barrel of your moist perpetrating lips.
The evidence still remains at the scene of the crime.
Stained sheets keep…dirty hotel secrets,
My wounded spirit collapsed to the floor of my body,
As the echoes linger within my shattered soul.
by Brian Anderson |
Categories:
introspection, mother
mamma held the whiskey bottle
in small yellow hands
with dirty/short nails
their polish peeling like hers.
jaded/hard eyes with fear in each iris
watched me with something akin to love
similar but more unsure.
by John Watt |
Categories:
love,
indescribable,
untranscribable ~
imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume
spiraled me into a quandary
of dirty laundry, penance,
no superintendents in attendance
I come from ragged boys, no poise,
just noise ~ a quiver of quavers,
no saviors of silence,
but if some sap sullies our sister
we'll flatten him
you come from platinum
a blessed nest of nuance,
a quay of kindness,
finesse, fineness ~
savvy sophistication, subtlety
a quaint saint I ain't
then poise met noise
you became my bible;
undeniable, heavy sighable,
unclassifiable ~
indescribable
Written 12 Feb 2021
by Virginia Mitchell |
Categories:
introspection, life, lost love, love, time
One summer hot,
clear day,
It was time to deal with dirty laundry.
In silence,
with a countenance of stone,
unrevealing deep emotions,
things of necessity were done.
She hung bleached-white sheets
out on the line to dry,
then, turning to him,
her iron will broke,
storm clouds rose,
her eyes accused,
yet, all she could say was;
“Don’t leave.”
by Julian Joseph |
Categories:
introspection, life, lost love, nostalgia,
Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater
Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation
Every hair
Is On end
Every pore
At attention
Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting
Their Satisfying seclusion
For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
emotions, forgiveness,
The badger entering the underground labyrinth
it is impossible to discover the stars at night
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
trying to maintain the truth safe in the memory
Clouds, slowly suffocate my courage
While sipping the liqueur of bitterness
Unspoken words die on the tongue, as seasons come and pass
Ghosts in dirty rags
Wounded feelings, in the shadow of the evening
Forgive me, with the scent of lilies to sweeten the path of life
The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams
Field of forgiveness gives love renovated splendor
From darkness, to flower - in the embrace of harmony
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, confusion, introspection, lost love, love, philosophy, sad,
I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?
You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.
I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?
Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?
I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!
by Martin Challender |
Categories:
dark, day, dream, loneliness, lost love, memory, night,
Old flame memories, and game show repeats,
viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room,
loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat,
blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom.
Dreams like the remote, corroded to rust,
unopened, unpaid, bills sit by the door,
surrendered and lost, to despair and dust,
no-one levelled up, around here for sure.
Each day's an ashtray, of stub filled regret,
while moth eaten drapes, block out the world's light,
another neat gin, will help to forget,
added indifference, towards day and night.
The blocked drains and sink, dirty old dishes,
all that remains of, yesterday's wishes.
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
philosophy
Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls
off in dazed bewilderment
as remnants of vile Guilt and Rage
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!)
and residues of spiteful Hate
conspire to take her hostage.
Sitting in her brand new skin alone
Enlightenment is like to die,
'til Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly!
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
love,
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing, forgiveness,
RENEW IN ME A RIGHT SPIRIT CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART
My heart is dirty
My heart is filled with bowels of sin
Ahh!! but my Father
Whose in heaven shall abide within
O God, Create in me a clean heart
Renew a right spirit
Lord, renew a right spirit in me
Clean me up, wake me up
Take my stoney heart flesh it up
Pure out my fowl sour blood
Inject in me God your sweet love
O God, Create in me a clean heart
Renew a right spirit
Lord, renew a right spirit in me
8/26/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
people,
His love had blind tendrils,
each had many suckers.
She pressed autumn leaves
into a shoe box with scraps of erotica.
She tucked damp poetry
away for later.
He came with chocolates
and a high-minded lust.
Eventually the tendrils of his love
became less blind,
they saw things he did not like,
and she did not appreciate the sucking noise
his mind made
when he said:- I love you,
however, he did bring good chocolates,
he did wash regularly,
but in the end
she just felt dirty.
by Skat A |
Categories:
abuse, betrayal, blue, boyfriend, break up, change, forgiveness, love, me,
Bare with Me
He said, she said
While making love in bed
I will always love you
No matter what I do.
Would you die for me..
Forever we will be.
Trust me, Forgive me.
Now I understand
It won't happen again
Sorry that I made you cry
Give me another try.
My mistake
You can't take
I see regret in your eye
Loving me is that a lie.
Already apologize.
Did not recognized
On my knees
Begging please
Do not leave me
I did not see
My dirty deed
Bare with me
I'm sorry a thousand times.
So please forgive me.
The way I forgave you
When you had your love affair
I bored with you now,
Bare with me.
**HE SAID SHE SAID**
SKAT
P.S. As bare as the naked truth
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
grandson,
When you're away son
My thoughts are for you're safety
And then you come home~messy
There's stinky laundry
Dirty dishes everywhere
But my love grows every day
Then back on the road
I listen to the news cast
You don't call and I worry
And soon you come home
Stinky laundry, smelly socks
Tobacco spilled but love gives
Cody came home for the weekend.
He will leave out again today.
He will pick up a trainee so I won't
hear from him very often..
He won't be back until Christmas..
by Suujish Kandampullyy |
Categories:
angel, crush, emotions, girlfriend, love, princess, soulmate,
Mesmerized by your beauty
Seemed you to be naughty,
You talk to me dirty
As I'm a little flirty,
You seem to have a good quality
As you are blessed by the almighty,
An atmosphere of tranquility
Felt like contiguity,
To protect you is my duty
Not just a sole responsibility,
When God was busy in his activity
He made you with his own creativity,
You fell upon me like 'oh, so naughty'
Like an angel pulled by gravity.
by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories:
humor, silly,
I is as dirty as dirty can be
Cause I is just a pig you see
I wallow around in my lovely sty
Your cleanliness rules just don’t apply
I love the mud, that gooey stuff
And as to the odor, I can’t get enough
The stuff they feed me, you call it slop
Well, I think it’s great, really tip- top
I have no worries, no not a one
But the dog just said ,”Go on, have fun-
For if I’m not mistaken,
You soon will be bacon..”
2/18/16