by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love,
A reader of the stars am I. I’ve looked
into my crystal ball. Guess what I saw?
The woman of your dreams! You will be hooked
because her charms will fill your heart with awe.
A female with green eyes and princess ways,
she also has a bit of gypsy soul!
With her you will be blessed all of your days.
She is the other half to make you whole.
She’ll challenge you; together you will grow.
One other thing to know . . . curiously
she very much seems to resemble me!
Sept. 3, 2020
for Line Gauthier's Max 12 Lines - Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
You can see her little poem that inspired this collaboration over at the contest pages.
by Donna Loughman |
Categories:
blessing, christian, devotion, emotions,
An iridescent sapphire cuts into the night’s sky clearly
a gift unasked for and predestined appears solidity
love is the luster smelted inside the eastern chambers afar
Hooked upon the waxing moon’s burgeoning smile that shines
mesmerizing silver shadows dance under your bloodstained beams
beckoning freedom in an heavenly escape reflects back unconditionally
A tantalising call nurtured on the precarious wind surrounds the soul
shaded Sacred Heart images dance beckoning inside chorographic unison
never imagined acceptance of grace awaits in your tender loving embrace
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
unrhymed tercets
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
giggle, holiday, love,
Carl is still in Rio
He is hooked on the casino
Sweet love in moonlight
Cherry musk all night
His libido is like a volcano
01.03.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
6-8-5 -5 -10 syllables
www.howmanysyllables.com
by Larry Belt |
Categories:
funny
If I could be a cartoon character
Which one would I be
I thought about being Fred Flinstone
But he's too old-fashioned for me
And then there's maybe George Jetson
A man who knew electronics
Nothing like Yosemite Sam
Who needed to be hooked on phonics
And what about Shaggy and Scooby
You gotta love those scooby snacks
I've never really considered a Smurf
And their tiny little mushroom shacks
Or maybe I'd become a super hero
Who comes to save the day
Batman , Green Hornet or Underdog
Who puts the bad guys away
Maybe I'd live in Jellystone Park
Where Yogi is the king
For Hello Mr Ranger Sir
Is just the funniest thing
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
baptism, christian, devotion, god, light, love, spiritual,
An iridescent sapphire cuts into the night’s sky clearly
a gift unasked for and predestined appears solidity
love is the luster smelted inside the eastern chambers afar
Hooked upon the waxing moon’s burgeoning smile that shines
mesmerizing silver shadows dance under your bloodstained beams
beckoning freedom in an heavenly escape reflects back unconditionally
A tantalising call nurtured on the precarious wind surrounds the soul
shaded Sacred Heart images dance beckoning inside chorographic unison
never imagined acceptance of grace awaits in your tender loving embrace
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman unrhymed tercets
by Melissa Wadkins Patterson |
Categories:
confusion, lost love, love, me,
I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water
caught by a slimy worm.
Hooked by hunger
and evidently truth,
but this bowl is far too real
to swallow.
My freedom was stolen
and he just laughs
as I swim around
in ridiculous circles,
searching for a knob-less door.
My voice gurgles as I ask him,
Oh simple-minded fisherman,
why'd you go and snag me like that
and what did you keep me for?
by Kathryn Collins |
Categories:
mother, mother, mother, drug,
Long-stemmed Promises
sweet babies
need sleep, sustenance and love.
Sounds easy enough.
Ask the sleepless mother
who feels the diaper rash more
than the infant.
Ask the mother whose child
is the bully or the bullied or
the social outcast.
Ask the mother of the child
Hooked on drink and drugs,
the troubled ones.
Ask the mother of the adult
child growing her own
long-stemmed promises.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 5, 2005
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,
Love notes
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud
To match the sensual scent
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come
To end my writings, after so many pages
Hooked thrown into a silent bin
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm
Of my heart
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
romance,
flying high within
floating on
wings of love
beating on the walls
softly like those
fluttering wings
butterfly feelings
emotions kiss
when i laid
eyes on you
becoming one world
a dense fog lifts
an oasis
of paradise
drinking from
the cup
you became
my addiction
hooked like a fish
fighting this
loving feeling
as the feet
landed on shore
hook line and sinker
you got me
walking the sands
of life
your hands
in mine
stepping into
the setting sun
tonight we dine
awaiting morning
in a rising sun
eloping with you
to a golden paradise
by Neil Nelson |
Categories:
love,
Our coiled limbs
Refuse
To let go.
The Sun's rays
Mingle
With our glow.
Long past lunch,
Aching.
All we need
Is right here
Under
The duvet.
We're content
Laying
Close despite
Our clammy
Flesh, thighs
Adhering.
I kiss your
Forehead
Studded with
Your cool sweat.
And then
I'm hooked
All over again...
by Michelle Born |
Categories:
america, blessing, color, cool, feelings, humor, life,
Why do I enjoy and love my Teletubbies
They are colorful and cute most of all very chubby,
I was hooked the moment I laid eyes on their loveable faces
People laugh at me because some times I take them to different places,
I don't care how other people feel about them they make me happy and that's the way it is
So as time goes by I love them more and more so that is my biz,
The moral to the story is if you like something and no one else agrees
Then just look at them and say; this is just me.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
by Teri Aki |
Categories:
lost love, sad, drug,
Try her once try her twice
you'll be hooked don't be surprised
She's got you now to have and to hold
till death do you part
she won't let go
She gave you that rush
you wanted so much
In return she gave you not much
Snort her
smoke her
shoot her up it's all the same
she makes you insane
She's playing our family like a game
for destruction is the name of her game
Love is lost she won the toss
She took your heart and soul
tossed it in your bowl
She gives you days of sleepness night
hearing voices in the night
Dealing drugs
meeting seekers
Now your the true tweaker
She's got me pleading and grieving
for you to give up needing
Inside i'm crying
for fear of you dying
by Roxy Seymour |
Categories:
addiction, allusion, deep, feelings, first love, love, passion,
You are my drug.
Your smell brings me to my knees
Like crack brings an
Addict to his
The blood streaming
Through your veins
Is the nicotine cigarettes
Which after one drag
I'm hooked.
And no brand
Of cannabis could
Compare to the high you give me,
When our lips finally touch.
by Mary Susan Vaughn |
Categories:
animal, best friend, dog, friendship, poems,
The day you came to live with me
We both wanted a friend
To love, to care, to spend some time
No other could there have been
For you approached me smiling
A twinkle in your eye
Tail wagging with such joy
We both were hooked for life
Never a bond so tender
Never a bond so true
You snuggle up to me each day
No closer than us two
- Mary Susan Vaughn
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
adventure, boyfriend, cute love,
T he tractor has pulled up outside my door.
R acing to the window when I hear it's roar.
A ll dressed up for this date.
C an't wait to head out with my mate.
T he link box is hooked up, all shined.
O ver goes my leg as I jump on behind.
R ev her up, I'm covered in hay but never mind.
by Tom Forke |
Categories:
earth, farm, happiness, joy, love, seasons, work,
Arnold gazed eastward,
squinting.
His callused hands hung
by thumbs hooked to
his belt. He had beaten
the rooster by at least
an hour, and his hands
lit a pipe in
celebration.
A cool breeze
passed through, teasing
the plowed field,
the chimes,
and his arms.
The barn stood sturdy,
ready for the season.
Seasoned tools hung on the
new walls. The screen door
behind him swung and
she stood next to
him on the porch, his
hand stroked her back.
She looked at him, he
peered eastward, a subtle
smile concealing a laugh,
“It’s going to be a good year.”
by Emaka Abbott |
Categories:
addiction, dark, deep, depression, emotions, family, heartbroken,
Family keeping secrets from the disappointment of a daughter.
No fun. No trust. No support. No love. No love. No nothing.
She keeps herself locked away in her internal black hole.
Music taking over her hearing- the words put to a tune, to keep you hooked on the hatred, pulling you closer to enjoying it.
by Dan Keir |
Categories:
adventure, courage, devotion, dream, education, faith, farewell, freedom, happy, holiday, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, love, miracle, natural disasters, nature, ocean, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, places, recovery from..., space, spiritual, stress, success, travel, write,
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
husband, pets,
Puppy Love
puppy
fuzzy
puppy
buddy
puppy
cuddly
puppy
tubby
puppy
fluffy
puppy
lucky
pup plays
pup stays
pup grows
pup knows
pup chews
my shoes
sad look
I'm hooked
Inspired by Casarah Nance contest micropoetry ain't that tweet
Written: August o6, 2015
by Adi Star |
Categories:
first love,
I was so young when you looked at me
a Boy who did not see you as a she
your look was deep your look was warm
I felt so good I felt no harm..
But suddenly a Spark ignite
I saw your skin and smile so white
your hair your hands your smell so sweet
a urging pain crawlet up my feet
I sucked your beauty needed more
Im hooked for you the more and more
and then I saw your flashing breasts
I nearly fainted what comes next
and then you disapeared so fast
I laid in bed my breath with gasp
So I became a man so fast
The fear you will not ever last.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
evil,
I am a chameleon.
I look like a nice guy
and can be quite charming.
It’s a real buzz for me
that I can make people
believe I care for them!
But get me alone
with a sweet young thing.
She will understand
the power I wield
over life and death.
Oh, how I love
to hear them scream.
I’m hooked on it.
I kill for it.
No one can
hurt me; I
hurt them first.
Time now
for my
FIX.
by Erik Lopez |
Categories:
break up, emotions, goodbye, missing you,
Our love was like a lucid dream
I thought I was hallucinating, hooked on LSD
her looks were so intimidating
hearing the word "yes" seemed unlikely
her skin was warm like summer
love blinded me and I became much dumber
by Elijah Manke |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, cute love, emotions, love, marriage,
It was a day that I will never forget.
She seemed like the epitome of beauty.
The way she laughed, smiled and the way she looked.
The way she walked was that of minuet.
On many day she resembled that of Aphrodite.
But than again she was already hooked.
A few months passed I had noticed she was sad.
I decided to ask how she was I mean, me little old me!
Her heart was broken she said I decided to invite her to dinner it was already booked.
We dated for a few years after that and may I say she changed her name to McPhee.
by Margarita Lillico |
Categories:
sensual,
I languorously love how lilacs smell,
For aromatic coffee beans I fell,
Sultry perfume stirs senses deep within,
My palate’s hooked on Indian Cuisine.
Exotic spice and flavors stir me, yet
The most compelling I cannot forget -
Once caught, I got addicted and enslaved -
Your fragrant pheromones’ sweet scent I crave.
March 14, 2021
by Kevin Shaw |
Categories:
fish, funny, humorous, silly, true love,
Flirt
Colin the Crayfish has been dishing up the dirt,
Saying, Little Polly Pike is an outrageous flirt.
Tim Trout’s going to be her new finned friend,
She hooked him by a rock pool, on the river bend.