Love Poems About Horrify or Horrify Love Poems
by Sammy Dee |
Categories: crazy, dark, devotion, dream, love, ocean,

The Man With the Fanatic Spectacles

His spectacles were fanatic,
The way his cool sea - blue eyes peered through them.
The way even they couldn’t help but gleam when he smiled.
The black frames brought more mystery to his beautiful façade.
Oh, how I would fall for his charismatic verses over and over again.
Oh, how his rhymes, like roaring ocean waves, could both exhilarate me and horrify me.
Like his catfish hanging helplessly on a fishing wire,
His eye beaming through the frames of his glasses
Joyous of his catch,
So I would bite the bait over and over again
Just to gaze on the man with the fanatic spectacles.

by Ryan Sms |
Categories: education, funny,

No Joyriders

When parents tell their offspring 
the definition of a fling
they also include
the story that may sound crude
about the birds and the bees
and Tarzan from the trees.
Children claim that they exaggerate
When  they elaborate 
on the story
about male guts and glory.
Some kids need them to simplify
and not to horrify
the tale
about the sperm whale.
The teens who love arachnids, sports
and shorts
quickly understand 
when their parents demand
a ban on joyriders
and jumping spiders.