Everyday Is A Poem To Me
the people i love
and talk to, in some ways, do not talk
candidly, perhaps because of too much love, not really unspoken
because they want to hide it,
it is just because, i know, there are no exact words
to describe
what they feel,
it is
the same with me, feelings thriving but the inability to speak
is there, and so we use such symbols as a touch
of the hand
or a blush on the cheek, or some fingers landing at the back
of our soft skins
one need not say what longing and loving is
the lips have more to say
in fact, than the words coming from the mouth
or the mere
laying of her head on my shoulders
oh, the hug and that gaze and the clasping of my hands
to her hands,
such sensitivity that makes us feel
every rising of the hair
not in fear, but in the absence of letters fit
for the feeling
breakfast together
and then the parting and meeting again
tonight
they are all metaphors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fingers
In that photo of yours
I saw you –
Your face, your shoulders,
Your hands, and then
Your fingers…
My lips quivered
So did my hands
And I felt like touching you,
With my quivering lips
And unsure hands,
Those very beautiful
Exquisite fingers…
Reading your poems of love
And pondering over your letters…
Sometimes I imagine
You writing to me
With those very same
Slender and artistic
Adept fingers…
Very often I feel
And wonder…
If your fingers
Ever do ache
Writing so long,
So nice,
And so very endless,
Day after day…
And if they do, my Love
I feel like pampering them
With tender, loving care
A kiss here, a kiss there…
Holding them,
Caressing them,
Sucking them slow…
Your fingers in my mouth
Taking turns to go
One by one,
I feel them,
Nibble them,
Suckle them,
Make love to them,
Within the deep recesses
Of my oral crevice…
Till they feel pampered
And satiated
And I feel the same too…
Contented and happy
Making love to you
With your fingers
In my mouth…
A wonderful tryst
Of love and lust,
Warmth and arousal,
And then if you wish…
And if I'm also willing,
We can play this game
All night long…
Where you don’t win
And I don’t lose
We both win over together
And lose ourselves
To each other…
I give free rein to
Your fingers…
To touch, feel
And explore
The inner crevices
And every pore
Of my body…
The mouth has had its turn
Now, do you wish to go
Further down..?
And see how it feels
To caress my breasts,
My derriere and my
Yoni,
With those seeking,
Exploring fingers of yours…
You’ve penned a lot of poetry
And your letters intoxicate me…
How about writing
Some letters of love
And a few lines of love ballads
On the spaces and margins
Of my body…
Dipping your fingers,
And drinking into
The juice of my
Dripping Yoni…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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When there is nothing to talk about
We feel, yes we feel each other’s thoughts
And there will be nothing to talk about,
We understand what we mean with what
We see and how we feel it, we do not
Talk because words would be so empty,
In such situations as these when we love
And still love, words are unnecessary,
With one glance with a little gaze,
And blink and quiver of your eyelashes
And how I flash a sudden wink,
There is no need for words, we always
Understand, willing to cater to what
The other needs what to do this time
Till the next, our hands still feel exactly
Our wishes granted our dreams fulfilled
So what is there to talk about, my love? .
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I feel
After every month, I know
you are near, I wait anxious
but for a moment I think of how
you take me for granted.
I feel like I’ve been violated,
I feel used like when
People use a cloth, and then they
throw it out, or like when a child
throws his toy after playing
with it for a while, because
Is old or it looks warn out.
I feel like you need me, but
only for a moment, not for the
time I deserve to be needed.
It's been five months, and I
feel like I’ve never been with you.
I feel lost without your love, without
that little time you bring into my
world. I need to tell you what I feel,
how much hurt I have in me, but
how, how to describe this to you.
How, how can I do what is needed
when all I feel is pain.
why? , why is it that loving you is
so painful to me. When love should be
like flouting, feeling light headed
with distractive thoughts that make
one feel intoxicated with love and pleasures..
The passion, the unforgiving love
that settles in my weary walls.
In my senses, and in my existence. Why
do I not feel the love, if it is you who I love,
Because loving you is all I want
to do, why do I not feel it? The love,
I just don’t feel it anywhere.
Not in the air, in your words, or
in your touch, or your absence, why?
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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I mean you
Yes you, I have always meant you
Because you do not just go away
This time
Of my lonely hour you come like
A persistent dream that does not
Leave me, I ask
Why?
Yes, you, I have always meant you,
I know
It is not enough to say the words
You like to hear
I understand
It makes the difference when you
Touch my hand
Kiss my lips
Slide your hands in my pants
And feel me
There
I know more shall be demanded
When I say the words
You do not want them
You need me
In this hour of loneliness
Yes, you, I mean you
My love
I will hold you still even if
I am dead
Even if my spirit does not know what
Flesh is all about
Yes, you, I have always meant you
I cannot touch you now,
Let me whisper then
The words you want to hear
This time
It is not my mouth that will speak.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Could Feel My Words
If you could feel my words they'd touch you softly,
Like my hand grazing your cheek, warming your heart,
And sending you comfort and peace.
If you could hear my fingers tapping nimbly
Over my keyboard they'd be a love song,
A soft whisper chanting my soul's mantra,
Quietly calling your name.
If I could make love to you with pen and paper
You'd feel my thoughts as intensely
As they pour from my mind.
My fingers strumming over the keys
Would be caresses gliding over your skin,
A kiss on your sweet lips,
On your neck a gentle bite.
If I could make you love me with a poem
My phrases would wrap around you like
Silk metaphors tickling your senses.
The stanzas binding your heart to mine
As rhymes charm and seduce you into submission.
Our days would be a jaunty limerick
And our nights a passionate ballad.
If only you could feel my words.
poem by Susan Brealey
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Read My Lips
verbal silence. read my lips.
if you see them.
read the words. read it here.
these words. read them like
flowers in the garden.
these words speak a little.
tips of the iceberg. They are less
compared to the color of my eyes
the warmth of my fingers
the suppressed beatings of my heart.
these words that you read.
if only you can see my lips.
if only you can see my face.
and body, naked on the flowing sheet of
pure paper. IF only you know
what silence means, how emptiness
eats it, if only you know how inferior
verbs and adjectives are
compared to the caresses of the hands
and the tenderness of the fingers,
touch.
read the lines silently.
these words do not shape my lips.
they come to your eyes.
in the silence of your understanding.
never shall they speak
about me. they only talk about
the hands that write sometimes
without any meaning at all.
infinitives are not infinite.
neither do verbs know what is it to be still.
and adjectives talk only about the surface.
deep under, the noise begins.
and silence of the verbs move to another side.
now, the mountains of ideas collapse
and bury the casualties of silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gone
As I lay here
I feel you laying behind.
I know you just want to be near,
To relax and rest your mind.
I feel your arms wrapped around me,
So strong, but yet still gentle,
Pulling me closer to your body
Being ever so careful.
Hearing you smell my hair
And feeling your breath on my neck
Right before you kiss me there.
You don't even bother to check
Because you know there is a smile spreading across my lips.
I hear you laugh a little in my ear
As your hand slides down to my hip
And your giggling is all I can hear.
You run your fingers through my hair
While you kiss the back of my head.
I can just tell how much you care,
With just the two of us in this bed.
I feel our own, unique closeness
As we just lay there together.
Only feeling you touch me with tenderness
And no need to say anything to one another.
I can feel the warmth coming off of your bare chest
And the strong muscles in your arms.
You're like my personal life vest
That will keep me away from harm.
I feel the tension in your body start to ease
And your grip on me begins to slacken.
Even though you give my hand a squeeze
I know it is just your reflexes kicking in.
Your breathing begins to even out
As you whisper, ' I love you. '
Without a single feeling of doubt
I say, ' I love you too. '
I roll over and open my eyes
In such shock I can't even yawn.
I feel like I'm going to die
Realizing that you are gone.
poem by Ashley Reese
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Small Talk
Its not the chapters he reads when youre feeling low down
Its not the touch of his skin when you kiss him goodnight
Its not the money he spends when you want to buy a daydream
And not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright
Its not the way his hands behave
When youve turned out the light
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you want to fly, yes it does
Its not the way he believes in you like a religion
Its not the thrill that you get when hes holding you tight
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen (just like that)
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
Information, heart and soul, a whisper, a word
Confessions that have to be heard
Small small talk
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you make it rock so heavenly
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you seem to talk so heavenly
Big words...
Small talk...
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
song performed by by Roxette
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Love
Love
Something totally intangible
Yet something we feel
Like blind faith
We abide by it
But is it real?
Like being in a family
Or and honor bound oath
Do we have ties and connections
A string between people
Or is it simply an illusion we use
To convince ourselves of reality in life?
Is it there invisibly?
Like the wind ruffling your hair
Something there we just can't see
Is it like an instinct?
Something in our perception?
This key to our affection
Is it a chemical reaction in the brain?
The feeling of butter flies,
When you speak my name?
The fast beating of a heart
The awkward words that come out
Because we are to startled to sound smart?
What is this thing called love that I think I feel?
When love is nothing but a fairy tale?
Jumbled up words and twisted emotions
When I look into your eyes I feel like
I've been drugged with a potion
Sweet smiles and kisses
Why do I feel like twirling in dresses?
What is thing we call love?
Love
We think it's there
And we don't really care if it's actually there
Or not, just as long and we continue
To feel like our insides are melting
When two people are side by side
Holding hands and just walking
Why do we call this thing love?
What do I feel when I run my fingers
Through your pretty blonde hair
Like your there and you'll always be there
When I know forever is just a mirage
Seeing something in the distance
Reaching for that thing you think is there
But in the back your mind knowing
You won't reach it
Is it a mechanical dictation?
Are we being watched for a diease,
A medical observation?
To feel something we think is there
This thing between one pair
We feel it in our bones
Throughout our hair
From the tips of our fingers
The feeling of it lingers
Leaving us wanting more
Leaving us yearning for it longer than before
What really happens when you have your first kiss?
What is it that makes us miss?
Wanting to be togeather
But just being remembered
Why do we want forever?
What is this 'love' we want togeather?
poem by Autumn Winds
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Romance
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;
To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet --
The poem with this music is complete.
poem by Claude McKay
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Taking A Glance At You
taking a glance at you
is poetry in itself, by itself and for itself.
there are words in my eyes
they speak in silence. They long to tell you what i feel.
there are hands on my lips. There are fingers there.
They long to go near you and kiss your lips too.
i see you as words too. Your eyes are images of my
own happiness. Your lips are shaping the shapes of ships
and they have sails to take me away to ecstacies.
i feel you as words of love, and lust and desire insatiable.
my fingers want to read every syllable in your face.
you have always been my poem.And there are so many of you
in all of them.
words, and images, and ecstacies. faces and compositions.
i love all of them. And this time i take a glance again.
at you. this poem. this is you. Believe me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poet Want To Just Touched Me..!
A poet poem just touched me..!
I know definitely what you feel.
I have the same patient and I love him soo much.
We talk whole nights on Skype.
But it isn't the same as when we were next each other.
I mean we had fights and suffer like that.
And then I didn't realize that she is the one I really want.
Sometimes I feel myself soo ashamed because
I don't know how to describe how much I love him in words and
I feel really dumb about it,
because every times she sent me cute messages about how much she loves me,
misses me and cares for me.
I don't know any other words to say back other than I LOVE YOU.
Please help me with inspiration or tell me how you get yours..
soo maybe I can describe how much I love him. And
my poet is pretty cool. You write exactly what I feel.
Some times it's really hard to be far from each other.
But it's nice to know or see how we fight for our love and trust each other.
poem by Khushi throne
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Its Just Gone Midnight
I talk about feelings
Unashamed by them
They are real, I feel them
Why try to hide
Just be free and talk
Express yourself
Don’t let others hinder you
Talk, feel its beautiful
Part of the human experience
Don’t lock it up
Like some shameful dirty secret
Its ok to feel
Maybe I’m a little sentimental
Or growing senile
Speaking without being heard
Like a ranting maniac
In touch with nothing
But the thought of a feeling
I talk too much
But I’m honest
At least to myself
Who else can say that
I’ve loved and cried
I still feel that way
My clocks a little fast
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Because I Am Blind With You I Can See
i ask for your fingers and you were so kind
you touch me with the gentle feel of such
tiny ten tributaries
with so much love your fingers have become a set
of loving hands
and you take me to places i have not been before
to things i have not ever touched
to feelings i have never felt
this is our house, you first tell me, feel the living room
it is warm and cozy and full of concerned conversations,
this is actually what we call a home,
and you are here
you are telling me with the definite and bold strokes
of your choice of words
and this is the window, you continue telling me
this is where you see the world outside
those are blue clouds, and i have known blue
through the ice cubes that fill the glass of orange juice
that you give me
those are red roses in the garden, and i feel the red
through the hot tea that you serve me,
and then
you take my hands to your breasts, and you tell me
this is me, and i feel the beating of your heart and you tell me
again
inside is my heart, and with all love you are telling me again
you are always here
and this
i have felt, and since then i am never blind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Need To Know
I run away cause I'm
scared that you might leave
there's nothing wrong
but that's not what I believe
just tell me it's alright
and tell me I'm okay
and tell me that you're
staying here tonight
I feel stupid saying
words you've heard before
the way I feel today
is all I know for sure
and if I scare you
I'm only scaring me
I've got so much to say
why won't you speak with me
I need to know
what you're feeling
do you feel like I do
let's talk about everything
I want to share my life with you
and tell me that you feel
the way I feel with you
and tell me that
you love me like I do
you're in my life
well I want to be sure
I'm not wasting time
I've been through this before
song performed by by Goldfinger
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To my charmer...
I maybe ordinary but unlike my words,
my words aren't ordinary at all, you see.
My eyes are hazel shades of other worlds,
my eyes are attraction force, back to me.
I'm short but i'm smart, so smart,
my mind can be devilish, but not to you.
I won't begin to talk about my heart,
my heart's created for the love of you.
I may seem boring but i'm interesting,
my thoughts are amazing and my love within.
I may look poor but i'm actually investing,
my love, in your heart and i'm hoping to win.
And my hands are cold and yes, they're small,
to the touch of your hand, warm, they will become.
If my hands are small, my heart is not at all,
and to your love, i've loved my self and every one.
Tell me, how is she like? you're wife,
beautiful? loving? caring? smart? kind? ?
I'm all that, so, share my life,
believe me, i try but i can't leave you behind.
I think i'm under your spell,
i can't but to gaze upon your face.
I'm going straight to hell, but look at you,
and put your self in my place! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Massaging The Queen
My hands anticipate the final moment..
Where from your shoulders
down through upper-arm's
pass your forearms
and onto meeting your hands...
Their length my hands will travel..
In a gentle grip caressing every muscle
while pulling every joint..
Bridging-over to your back
continuing from the top of your bottom
through your exquisite waist with flat palm's
and tender loving fingers..
Slowly moving over lungs searching cautiously
seeking your pleasure..
With eyes close I will become one with your body
and you one in blissful Zen..
My hands will meet your shoulders once again
there they will travel towards each other
until meeting your neck
and rise scrapingly through your hair
until meeting your crown..
I will whisper my adoring passion to your ear
assuring my devotion to your kingdom..
poem by Gengis Capote
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More Than Words
Saying 'I Love you' is not the words
I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you not to say
But if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do
To make it real then you wouldn't have to say
That you love me I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
More than words
Now I've tried to talk to you
And make you understand all you have to do
is close your eyes and just reach out your hands
And touch me hold me close
Don't ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say
That you love 'cause I already know
song performed by by BBMak from Sooner Or Later
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Conversation
Look at me.
Don’t talk back.
My heart cannot speak-
My eyes can feel
Do not threaten-
You are all I have-
The skies are screaming outside-
In this instant, I hear my name called,
Talk to me with your words, misconstrued,
As threatening as
A winter storm from hell,
Listen:
I hear you- and I know
You can hear me too-
Your words are senseless, though at times
Comforting,
Warm,
Scintillating,
As a soul afire –
Quiet as a cat tiptoeing upon a cloud or
A symphony of drumsticks, muffled, or a
Single snowflake falling without rhythm upon a
Field of dandelions-
Outside,
The sky is calling me-
I do not hear,
Only your words, can I hear?
Every day and night we meet in this room,
Dark as fear, or light as a ray of agonizing and heated…
Fury?
My eyes can feel pain but
My heart cannot speak or feel-
My ears are deafened to the words of the people
Who intimidate,
Menace,
Wish to harm me?
I can hear the voices of people talking,
Conversing about me,
Those, whom I cannot see,
Although my eyes can feel the pain,
My heart won’t speak as
It cannot feel-
Speak to me
Your senseless words,
Do not look at me,
Your eyes could be daggers of death and ill fated-
Outside, the sky is calling-
Snow is falling
Flake by flake,
I cannot see, although
If my heart could speak, it would say
“I love you”
I feel safe with you-
You are not real, and
Your senseless words are a symphony,
Your garbled messages are poetry,
Do not take them back,
They warm my heart,
Though it cannot speak-
The sky is calling,
Calling?
Me?
I am terrified,
Please help me-
Your chaotic words are overpowering,
Frighteningly beautiful, and almost threatening –
Although safe because
You are not real, and that is the reason
I love you …
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Famous Movie Poem - City Lights
you dont have to tell me you love me
in fact we dont even have to talk
a smile and a touch help say a thousand words
tonight we feel like moving characters in the silent movies
no word can express better what we have in us
except the absorbing silence in the look of our eyes
as we walk down the avenue hand in hand
our feeling for each other becomes bright as the city lights
we let our every gesture does the talking for us
leading us to where we wish to be
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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