Painted Love
My true love showers me with rainbow coloured kisses,
Softly absorbing the consience of all my desires,
Painting my world in the colours of pure love,
Passionate words hang like wonderful works of art,
Mixing my words with oil, paint, lust and love,
Rich with painted needs of pure desire,
Lips of lust imprint sweet kisses upon my soul,
When I call out your name... You grant me eternity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Love And Lust
Each shall have a room, as they are distinct
As love is blind, lust has eyes wide open for its games
As love is day, lust is the night at the bar
As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent looking for the tasty froth
Love need not be beautiful but lust makes it a requisite
Love may abstain, but lust cannot
By its nature it thrives in banquets
Love is pure but lust goes to mud in all wild wrestling for what it desires
I can love you without lust
But you may not like it after all
I love and lust you
And in you
Love and lust shall
Hold hands, kiss tight, hiss all the night
Love and lust
The two becoming one
To both of us
So this union may last
This communion of souls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Difference…
Is it love or lust…
When he kisses you on the cheek.
LOVE
Is it love or lust…
When he kisses you on the first date?
LUST
Is it love or lust…
When he takes you out to a restaurant?
LOVE
Is it love or lust…
When he takes you to a bar for a date?
LUST
Love and lust…
They have a difference
You just gotta look for it!
poem by Stacey Stevens
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To Show Love To All
Of joy!
Of love,
Of care,
With your words! !
On the earth,
Of the showers,
And of peace;
Like the fat sheep and the lean goat.
The residence,
The pasture,
The rich,
The poor,
Of the pure words,
By the rivers;
of your pure works! !
With alertness;
And like the hands of love.
The hands of unity,
The hands of care,
The hands of peace,
But, free to choose!
This very way and of that positive direction;
However, it is better to show love to all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kisses till Eternity
Only want to love and never hurt. Actually, I am just hoping that a princess will come into my life. Where is the princess, I obviously do not know? Loving someone with all my heart is basically my desire and it is not about lust. This feeling is about love as it is natural to like and love someone, with whom we actually feel complete.
Obviously, desire is always not evil since desire can be about something good as well. That good thing can even be a girl if she completely understands. Love, cannot be achieved through one kiss. It will have to be kisses till eternity, with the same person if love is pure.
Reality is that I cannot claim to be perfect or even the best. Just being as good I can be is the thing which I often try to do.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Two must start a fire
What`s the use of having a harlot or two beside your bed
When you can`t even tell how does it began and where will it lead
What`s the use of the ardent kisses and passionate hugs
If it`s just lust that you have?
Love isn`t lust and lust isn`t love
It`s not either connected on how you act
Lust is like a fire burning bright
But cannot sustain the light all trough the night.
Love is like the woods that keep the fire burning
It lightens the whole room and remove chilling
Love alone can sustain the blaze to remain
Yet it takes two to start it over and over again.
poem by MiJ HeNrieL
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Is it love or lust
Is it love or lust
I can not say
Is it love or lust
I think of her everyday
She is always there
When i need her most
I love her so dear
That I should not boast
Is it love or lust
Her with her sunshine blonde hair
Is it love or lust
I see her everywhere
I lust for her sweet tender kiss
I await with such delight
One taste would be such bliss
That i take my lips and bite
Is it love or lust
I can not tell
Is it love or lust
With the way my heart swells
It is up to you my dear
To give the answer that is right
My heart is your's to steer
In the direction you want tonight
poem by Adam Wilson
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Love Is Lust, Lust is Love?
”To Those Who Don't Know the Difference”
Interpretation that's the name,
Is love lust, or is it the same.
Love is from the heart,
this I believe is true.
Lust is only desire,
that is always misconstrued.
Love to me is a emotional thing,
that only one can feel,
lust is not the binding factor,
that confirms your love is real.
Lust is desire, in a physical sense,
this I believe is so true,
Lust is not the same as love,
is all I'm saying to you.
So which emotion do you feel,
is it love or lust my friend,
It's important to tell the difference,
Or relationships will eventually end.
If you love her….tell her so,
this I beg of you,
Or If it’s lust your after,
let her know it, try to be true.
She'll respect you a lot better,
If you tell her, make it clear.
Give her the respect she deserves,
at least friendship will be dear.
One thing I have eventually learned,
in this ripe ole' age of mine,
Sex is not what makes a relationship,
But love, faith and honesty, it's divine!
by gary1hal
Author's Comments:
'Just a thought....some of us think that lust is love, well, as I hope you can see....its not! '
poem by Gary Halsey Sr.
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Sweet Kisses
Couldnt look me in the eye
He apologizes
He didnt make enough to take me out tonight
I beg him not to worry
Please dont turn away
I dont need a world of riches
I just need a little time with you and
Chorus
Sweet kisses
All I really need is
Sweet kisses
Thats what moves me
His lips are pure emotion
He smiles because he knows
How much I love the way he makes me feel inside
He answers all my wishes
Who could ask for more
Doesnt have to say I love you
All I need he tells me with his
Chorus
He heals me, he touches me down to my soul
My hearts beating out of control
I just need a little time with you
Chorus
Sweet kisses baby
Its all I really need from you
Dont need your money baby
Just want you time now baby
Cause thats what moves me honey
Sweet kisses
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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The Past
Looking back, looking at you
Loving you alone not even a few,
Waiting there, waiting for you,
Like a man in a long queue
I knew my love was due,
I sworn not to love a few,
But to love only you
The moments we had did last,
Looking at you, looking at the past,
It was love, it was never lust,
The wonderful momentss in the dust,
And the dances in the grass,
The kisses in the mist,
Yes those I do miss,
The moments of laughter and peace,
With great precision and bliss,
Its the past, never did it last
Thinking you, seeing the past
By then we thought it could last,
The love just pure and vast,
In my mind you were the first,
Among the loved you were the most,
Its a phase, its the past
You made us damp and we had rust,
In my mind you are now the last,
It was love by then, it is the past
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Pure Love (For my Friend Marie)
Marie asked me to write something about pure love
But it's difficult for me and not really even thought of
So - pure love must be the opposite of love that's not pure
Something that is not about lust but grown up and mature
Pure love would be what a mother feels for her child
And unpure love is what's between lovers that are wild
A love that truly gives without asking anything back
The past will be forgiven and remains forever unpacked
The kind of love that disregards physical attraction
A love that does not care about personal satisfaction
A true commitment uncaring about beauty and location
Something that goes past illness and all types of allegation
Pure love does not know jealousy, anger or greed
This kind of love is fulfilling, silent and doesn't mislead
A feeling that puts your soul to rest and lets you sleep
And when you get up it's still strong and never cheap
Pure love is something that's respectful, giving and true
It's born within you and gives happiness all the way through
Well my friend if you have experienced pure love in your life
Hold on to it tightly and don't let anyone cut it out with a knife
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Love, Lust; Passion
Love is a complicated word,
Love and Lust can be misunderstood,
Lust is Red, always hungry for more,
Love is white, and as pure as Angels wings,
Feeling both at the same time can be magical,
Emotions take over your hopeful body,
Your soul filling with Star Dust and Twilight wonders,
Lust can be ignored,
Love can be forgotton,
But together, they are a Need,
Love and Lust, ever feel it? Its known as passion,
If you have Passion,
You are very lucky,
I feel it, Love, Lust; Passion,
But he does not,
I am floating alone along my own Milky Way,
Hoping, praying, one day,
He will feel my Passion,
Hear my Heart,
And float eagerly along my way.
poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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Naked Pearl Of Lust (Triple Acrostic)
My kisses miss your sweet kisses; and when I'm lonely, I
yearn for your open arms. Now, my life is an anathema,
hardly worth the mention nor open for debate. No great gem
ever glows without the light. When the moon shines over sea,
a particular thing happens, the moon makes magic while shining down.
Rivers run into the heart. Everything whispers of love; and a
tidal wave of desire rushes through the soul. A blushing cheek
is kissed by silken lips, open in amorous affection and love.
Sweet effluence of the night! Universe of stars! I am embraced
in the arms of eternity, clinging to the pleasures I keep,
never knowing if or when he will suddenly disappear with the
yellow lantern of the moon. My breasts mingle with the sea -
orphic nipples on azure ripples, echoes of ecstasy; and the nebular
universe may stop turning but the heart blossoms like the soil.
Ravenously hungry, it desires more - always deeper than the sea - so
hungry for an undying love, searching calmly and so certain of
a never-ending triumphant bliss. The heart is like a pearl -
naked in length and girth - enjoying the moist and wet milieu.
Discover this pearl of love. Make metaphors move magic within us,
salaciously sliding into my sex, erupting in scarlet lips of lust.
Among this treasure of words, the reader, upon close examination, will discover three “hidden” messages. The first letter of each word down the left column forms the message: “My heart is in your hands.” In skimming down the right column at the last letter of each line, the reader finds the title, plus a few more words: “I am a naked pearl of lust.” Each line contains eleven words with the middle word being the sixth word. The first letter of each sixth word forms the third message: “Know me, touch me, taste me.'
poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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Amathalal
Love for sale and lust for anybody who is with money,
But where is the venture of fairness on this case?
For i am Amathalal and i really need true love from you.
My love is not for sale and i am not in for lust,
For the birds have thought me how to fly;
And i will be there for you only with my true love.
Of the letters and of the calls for my beauty,
But a man has just given his wife the second beatings!
And like your E-Mail i just received,
Fo there are some people somewhere without love.
Eve was not sold to Adam but,
She was part of him;
That is why my love is not for sale!
For i need true love than all the lust i do see around me.
I want to be like the 'Little China' in your hands,
And like a matching song without words;
Because i have prepared my true love for you only,
And i will want to see you respond to my taste.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What Has Love Become?
lust
lust without love
rape
lust with love
acceptable
love changes everything
Love
is love all we need?
does the world shun salvation
out of pride
to void the corny solution
debate it if you will
but, no
the world doesn't need love
it depends on it
without it
their would be no I, no you, no they
a hamster runs the wheel
and at the end of the day
he's still stuck in a cage
though we may pity his way of life
we are no different
we are all running without sight over the hill
never knowing what lies forward
perhaps it's just curiosity that drives us
no
it's love
love for ones self
love for ones wellbeing
love for the ones around us
oh boy love is all we need honey
but perhaps we don't know what love is
try this, replace all love
with money
the prostitution solution
truth of my words
poem by Joseph Pryor
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The First Poem
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
The words I love you
written by this beauty's tongue
turned a heart rosy red from a somber blue
and made me burn for my heart was wrung.
The first poem I ever read
is the first poem I ever said.
On her poetic lips love words refined
and shaped a sonnet on her flesh defined
On those lips I read a poet's song
And knew it was there my lips belonged.
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
I love you, I love you
What does it mean?
These words said, to start anew
something pure and something serene.
The first words I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
Those first words she whispered into my ear
And in my heart, her poem stood near
Those are the most beautiful words one ever said
I love you, I love you, will live till its dead.
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
I read her lips, I love you, I love you..
now to sleep I go in love's sweet bed.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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All The Wrongs
No really
Literally
I think I love you
You make me so excited too
When I'm around you I just want to sing, sing love songs
But I can't help but consider all the wrongs
I don't know if I love you, girl I don't know what love is
When I look at myself I'm disgusted 'why would anyone be his? '
Aren't you? even if not, if you saw what I see
Wouldn't you hate me?
I don't understand, I don't want to talk to me...but you do
It almost seems like you care too
I'm just not good enough for you, this is all I got
Just not
But there's so much more
Yes there's a lot of me to abhor
But I'm also not ready
I just cant handle being in a relationship,
I'm not even comfortable being me
I can't even get a grip
But there's so much more
Yes there's a lot of me to abhor
But also what about faith
Do you believe what I do?
Can I have fellowship with you?
What about the deepest relationship of all
We have to share that or we'll just fall
Even if you do, I bet I can guarantee
The problem again is me
I'm not ready, we'd be unequally yoked, because I'm well, I'm me.
But there's so much more
Yes, there's a lot of me to abhor
I don't want you to love me
I desire your love more than I desire life
And yet I want YOUR life to be rife
With happiness and true love, can't you see
Since I love you I don't want you to love me
Since I love you I want someone else for you
Since I love you I want what's best for you too
That's not me
So Since I love you (or so I convince myself) don't love me.
But there's so much more
Yes, there's a lot of me to abhor
But also lust
Maybe it's excitement, maybe it's really sinful, sorry to disgust
You, but I desire you
In a bad way too
Not often, and surely this is why I hate myself
But there are times when I allow these desires just to engulf
Me, they take over, and so your looks get in the way
Because you're gorgeous, but I want to love for who you really are
Can I really do that? With my scar?
I want to really love you I say...
Really, I want to love, I don't want this lust, I can't separate the two
I'm sorry, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you
I'm sorry, so sorry for the lust
I'm sorry, so sorry, sorry for me.
poem by David Knox
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My attitude for 'Thanksgiving' and Gratitude
The The Imaginative Intelligent Handsome Man
Kisses on the head,
On the forehead,
On the checks,
On the rosy lips
On the eye led,
On the neck,
On the musical ears,
On the fingertips,
On the generous heart,
And the broad chest,
Call it Love, call it lust,
Call it tenderness,
It is a fusion of all of this;
It is an Arabic woman way;
My very passionate way,
To tell you how grateful
I feel for your brilliant deeds:
Thanks for your laughter
From my spontaneous jokes,
Thanks for your knee touch,
Thanks for your dreamy gaze
It encouraged me to dream
As well,
Thanks for bringing
Smile back to my lips,
Thanks for your broken
Appointment, it made
Soft tears linger on
My eye lashes and led,
Thanks for bringing
Back to life
My adventurous personality,
Thanks for awakening
My desire for love…for life,
Thanks for blushing
From my comments
On the colour of your eyes,
Thanks for telling me
"You are blushing as well",
It brought back to me
Awareness of my femininity,
Americans' symbols for
Gratitude and Thanksgiving
Are ‘ Turkeys'
Mine are soft kisses,
They are a kind of sweet,
Not that nourishing,
Except for an elevated self,
If you compare,
Which will you prefer?
Which do you really desire? !
9 Nov.2005
Iowa City.
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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The Light of Love
The light of love rests upon my face
And from within...has set me free
Love's created my... happy heart
And of hopes...of things...I'll be
The light of love abides... within...
My soul now like child
Starts my broken heart...to blossoming
With warmth....and radaince...mild
Today I have purpose...By loves
rare light...I feel
Pure love...loves pure light to
My soul... it revealed
My family...let loves light devine
Shine on us...I say...
Touch our hearts...and eyes...
That all may see
Love on us...Love...convey
Now this... my only mission is... sacrad
To send loves message far
The light of love...is my heart
Love... my guiding star
I tell my family and.... well.... well... they never listen, to these words
That only true love can say
For only true love can convey
So...If you love someone
Then... follow that heart
For when love is real and true
From love you'll never depart
For only pure love can
Fix the man with broken heart
poem by Clyde Bryson
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It's not enough to fall in love.
It's not enough to fall in love.
Just to satisfy the passions and desires of love.
The true love emotions are not the same
with while lasting love desires.
Take a while and step back pure soul.
This is not what you were waiting for.
I know it's so bad to be out of love
So long just for.
Just because you were waiting the true love may come once more.
But don't forget even for a while why we are here for.
Never sacrifice your rights and all those that you believe for.
For the sake of while lasting love desires soon they will disappear even before.
Even before you wake up of your dreams
To find out that it's not the love that you were waiting for.
So step back pure soul.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A Mans Soul
Divide, anguish, conquer, love.
a mans soul is as complex as
the world around us, the need
for peace and love exist, and are
virtuous, a mans dark side displays,
anger, hatred, and war, our lust
for blood is as equal to our lust for
peace, to quench our thirst, blood
shed exist, we look for a balanced
world of hate and love, no one
way, a mans righteousness is only
as big as the sins he commits. a
man can be as pure as rose, or as
twisted as the night sky.
poem by Chris Tiganescu
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