Love Poems About Supposing or Supposing Love Poems
by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: devotion, emotions, love,

When We Meet

You brush against me supposing not to know,
but a catch in your breath does surely show
there’s an ache, a stirring somewhere below. 

Thus begins our foreplay, a prelude we know well
for loving touches say more than words tell.
It’s been that way since first in love we fell.

Slowly, gently, Sweet, no need for haste,
this sacred moment is too precious to waste.
Our love is true, pure, and chaste.

I love your fingers in my hair. . .
your skin, soft and fair. . .the way you
enfold me there. . .I love you everywhere.

Yes, I truly love you my forever Sweet.
And when I’m taken off my feet,
brush again against me when next we meet.

by Skyy Allen |
Categories: heart, life, love,

Cupids Trick

Dreaming of a time 
When I was yours 
And you were mine

Subjecting the insignificant
With a futile fervor	

Answer me & I’ll depart
Away from you
Into the dark

Walking through a bog of indecision
Lacking purpose, lacking vision

Never certain where the dice will land
Make believing I’m a man
Supposing destiny will lend a hand

I stumble into morrow
Where my heart knows only sorrow

Chasing fireflies 
Across the river Styx

Searching for deliverance
From unrequited love
And Cupids tricks.

by Thomas King |
Categories: beautiful, devotion, heart, love, , sweet love,

Sweet Love

Thy own bright eyes
Truth and beauty 
Shall together thrive

But from thine eyes 
My knowledge of love
I shall derive.

Bereft and torn
Thy tortured heart and soul 
Within my gentle hands
Mended; 
and alas made whole

So shall I live, 
Supposing thou art true, 
Sweet love, 
Thy force renew


by Skyy Allen |
Categories: allegory, analogy, love,

Cupids Trick

Dreaming of a time 
When I was yours 
And you were mine

Subjecting the insignificant
With a futile fervor	

Answer me & I’ll depart
Away from you
Into the dark

Walking through a bog of indecision
Lacking purpose, lacking vision

Never certain where the dice will land
Make believing I’m a man
Supposing destiny will lend a hand

I stumble into morrow
Where my heart knows only sorrow

Chasing fireflies 
Across the river Styx

Searching for deliverance
From unrequited love
And Cupids tricks.

by Ilene Bauer |
Categories: birthday,

Greeting Cards

I love receiving greeting cards
On birthdays or occasions
And sending them, as well, 
Which kind of evens the equations.

Yet lately they are hard to find – 
So many stores are closing
And people turn to e-cards,
Or that’s what I am supposing.

Some local drug stores carry cards,
Selections not extensive,
But though they’re nice, the problem is
That they are quite expensive.

Such prices just discourage those
Who’d like to send a greeting
And losing customers, to me,
Seems very self-defeating.

by Marco Chies |
Categories: analogy,

Armiens

supposing this mined ground beneath a sky of warheads and a time of damaged armor that try to evade the point of bayonets when the planet will be called blood and seeing that harmony soon gets sick and walks towards destruction, strange you not accept that the blades gradually spread the decline because that's how it is there's nothing new it's like a simple and logical game of win and lose and now it's our turn my love.

by Terry Reeves |
Categories: business, love, sensual,

The Gigolo

They wanted me to do this - 'Do you mind if I watch?'
I said: 'No' - as a seasoned pro, it was nothing,
someone said to me: 'How can you make love
when you don't love them?' That was my job.

Of course, it may not be a thing of beauty,
supposing that I didn't satisfy them, rarely,
if so, I still had to be paid for the haircut,
mission accomplished, did my best - that was my job.

'Aren't you ashamed of all the things you do?
Do you satisfy yourself as well or hold off?
I did what I had to do - there was no guarantee,
to the best of my ability - that was my job.

'What about your own love life?' 'That's different -
he doesn't expect the same service, when I come home.'

by Harsha Singh |
Categories: emotions, heart, sad, sad love,

Sadness

Sadness sealed under my spects
Still supposing someone can sense
Savvy one can't see,shread veins of my heart
Suck all the blood,make me empty
But fill me with your love....