I had a dream once / Oh maybe more times than that, / I thought perhaps, / If I wait, / He will come to me
Will you share a plate of nachos and a bottle of Vodka?
Why as women do we sometimes, often, mold pieces of ourself into that which we think a man wants? Love, sex, romance, understanding, respect, pain, safety, security, all rolled up into one neat little relationship package. And why is it considered a weakness to admit that you might…just…want…the whole enchilada?
The girl needs a monster in her man. / A wolf with a heart loyal to his clan… / A fierce Warrior with a helping hand, / Girl needs a monst…
All writing poetry and lyrics copyright dimarie painter / MCN: CCF3C-8AB45-B1477
From Baby to Man / In the blink of an eye / One day a baby / Who would laugh and cry / Tiny little fingers / Reaching up to me / And my kissing…
Thank you, Lois!!! Please check out Lois Bryan’s other awesome artwork on the RB
My heart beats to what rhythm? I ask, and where? / It’s the same at all pulse points, like sounds of a snare; Yet, I have no drumsticks…
10BillionBeats Friday Sept. 18, 2009, 7:00 PM Set your calendars and please invite others to join us in DRUMMING for Peace and Goodwill ♥
his kisses were chocolate / on her vanilla lips / people didn’t approve / of this mix / it was the 1960s / parents wanted it to end / no mixed …
For the MULTIRACIAL BEAUTY group!!
Sumptuous and delightful / The way I always pictured my toes
Amazing story… Exceptional Artist, DevineDayDreams comments on this poem. I see her icon and say this icon looks like this poem and she says.. wow I feel this too. The name of her art? silence must be heard ~Now that is uncanny~ Synchronicity as she has NEVER BEFORE COMMENTED ON ONE OF MY POEMS… till today.. My line in the poem is.. / Silence likes to be heard Her title to her art is / Silence Must Be Heard OMG!! Her piece below brings me such joy and my experience with her today gives me more A belief that the Universe directs the every little detail.. and I no longer have to look for anything.. the law of attraction brings every thing to me, to each other…THAT WHICH IS LIKEN TO ITSELF IS DRAWN SILENCE MUST BE HEARD BY.. DevineDayDreams / / My heart beats with a joy that grows everyday. My attention to love seems to flourish with believing Love is my birthright. I am not separate from the focus of my attention when it focuses on kindness and joy and the sensual pleasures of relationship. / For YOU.
From the Mother who bore / to the women who tore / The sisters that grew / the girls at the dances / taste the best thing on offer / I feel l…
This was prompted by a “men only” contest held by the group Sisterhood the brief was for prose or a poem “women and why I love them” This is by no means the whole story :-)
Suck it in and take the punch, / cave my heart and steal my air, / crack these ribs and sink it in,
A woman who uses those big beautiful eyes of innocence to lure the knight to her aid. This man has realized in humour that he is only the lipstick in her handbag, / and yet again another no rhymer, I like this change of style, I never thought I could make it work, so thank you all for your encouragement, it has helped me to grow as a writter….Thanxz ; ) Just read over it, it does rhyme a little, oops, it’s in the blood, lol
It’s okay I am a big boy, / I can take the fall, / Just hit a wall, / I wish it was real,
This is about a man who has thrown in the towel, and does not feel deserved of a love he will never have or feel, but feels like he has been a toy. I guess he doesn’t understand.
How can you place a hand / in next? / Stroke it relit; whole, as opposed to lost / and alone? It is not as if I / cannot imagine the fut…
I wrote this before leaving a place – one I did not wish to leave…and as life so often gives us at the end: respite. you’ve got to love, love. :)
Taken by the soulful man / With eyes that can defy / Shades of evening fall / Beside him I lie / Taken on a journey / Enlightened in time / Enc…
I love that reading poetry inspires poetry, #2 Reflections by the Sea, Linaji After reading this wonderful poem, my mind went off in a reflective search too… this is about a special man I met after I had come out of a 10 year relationship… he revived my soul and the spirit in me… he was so adorable but it was never to be everlasting… just a stepping stone in life’s recovery plan I welcome critical reviews of my work…please bubble me if you have any constructive comments….
how can i explain him? bigger than life / a scent of scotch and blueberries / a voice that could rock a ship / a man to be reckoned with ...
i don’t know what to call it / perhaps it’s something i only see / a change of the way you live / your personality / once you were troubled ...
Collaborative work of Rob Toombs & Sally Omar / / RobToombs
It is on the male chest, _tracing worlds on wire paths / hung / like indentured servants / who have forgotten / their true meaning, / by w…
I love winding my hands and fingers over a man’s chest. :)
Tell her you love her, / reassure her / Hold her close and cuddle her / Treasure her Go see her, / no matter how far away she lives / Alw…
Only just noticed that if you take the first word from each line of last stanza/verse, you get “The Man with Respect” – how eerie is that when it was totally unintentional at the time and yet so appropriate to the piece?
Missing a long lost love from years ago.
Missing a long lost love from years ago.
She is to him the most precious gift / She is the beat of his heart, / the beam of his moon, / the shine of his stars / and the ignite of his…
The World In His Arms was written on the 10-10-09 and was inspired by Reynaldo’s beautiful Painting World in His Arms. The painting and poem are part of our Tribute to Womanhood Seris and our Woman and her Man Mini Series. It is the 14th Upload of our series.
For the Moon only shines from the light of Sun … / That x-rays from his lava lamp heart …
A piece that I came up with after truly analzying my art-piece which has the same name as this poem. Nice if I may say so…smilez….thumbs up to all that read and comment and fav….. yours colorblind And you should know my inspiration my love…my moon….
I stand on this platform / As the 7:30 train approaches / My thoughts suddenly drifting / To another day, another moment
Memories, they can be triggered at any time, taking us back to the best times
kiss me in that dark of time / that lies between thought’s waking / and the soul’s ascension / to dream
Engel!: Es wäre ein Platz, den wir nicht wissen… written during my maths final. / jordan busson. 13 november 2009. add elucidate on: /
We land on our bums or stand tall and proud / But at least if we’ve followed our dreams / Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd…
This is a few bits and pieces that I put together over the last couple of months, mostly about love. Some parts are modified comments or themes from comments, also there are ideas, themes and metaphor inspired by other RedBubble writers. Audio recording of this poem
Lucky is the person who walks amongst the bad in life
It was some time ago / I saw a man in a black leather jacket / And expensive dark glasses / A Mafioso looking type / Completely out of place…
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