Category: Poems
“Will you write about me?” he asked. I went back to our days of love, of passion, of tenderness. His eyes a gorgeous blue, his arms tattoed. Straight out of a Mills & Boon, I couldn’t help but swoon. Wander deep into my soul, I seem to say. I ache …
I’ve been lying awake for two hours Tossing and turning Kicking off the blanket Pulling it back up, nevertheless. Alone now, I silently recall The day we exchanged vows staring into each other’s eyes A sense of delight and devotion, at least in mine. It was a new feeling A …
It’s a great start to the day, because I woke up with sloppy kisses this Friday. I cannot help but smile, and smother the pooch with cuddles in the meanwhile. A cup of coffee and the beautiful view of hills, Alas! It’s time to hit the treadmill! A workout is done for I …
It’s morning, I wake up and whine; Mom pats my head and I do just fine. I pee on the carpet and go back to bed “Why no breakfast?”, I wonder and dread. Dad takes me outside and we walk for a while. I smell the coriander and strut in …
When you left I gathered broken words and a dimmed-down heart. I sat in silence flooded with those salty words you said. There was not a light of hope, self-doubt prevailed. I resolved never to think of you ever again. I kept coming back to that wretched scene a permanent …
Sensuous, sweet and exciting, she waited with bated breath for him, this sunny afternoon. It’s been a long wait; a year to be exact! Oh, how she longed to quench her carnal desires, to get lost in his insanity, his pleasures. She tasted the sweetness of his lips, moaned with her head …
He stood at Terminal number One The top buttons of his shirt undone. Looking deep into her eyes he wondered When exactly has the magic faltered? They had made love only a while ago At his beautiful cottage on a meadow. A love so pure and true To the end, …
The moon is nice and bright on this Saturday night; I enter my old room that smell of a different perfume. Here’s where my childhood was alive where I wailed, jumped and jived; Its paint is now worn and weathered treasured still, though smothered. I was only away for a …
She sits by the window And stares at the moon And on his cd player Is the same old tune. She knows every word Every line in each song It’s always on repeat And she starts to hum along. All the stars spell his name All the photos tell a …
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