As i pack this teddy bear, I finally know that you weren’t there, I finally know that you don’t care, I thought about what you would wear, I thought about my fingers running through your hair.
Samantha a poem before you sleep, To make your dreams nice and your slumber deep. May all your hopes and wishes come true, And the sun be bright the next time it shines for you. May you have open arms that care, And friendship to share, And love to last a lifetime through. So when… Continue reading Samantha a poem before you sleep
In my room at home, there’s a brass rose. Gently colored red petals and green leaves, it has no thorns. Perfumed it will smell forever and never wilt. It is timeless and unchanging. I got it in high school, my freshman or sophomore year in the fall. I meant to give it to someone, someone… Continue reading The Story of the Rose
The gentle breeze whispers your name, stirring hot passions like a flame, To see your eyes and see your smile, I’ve longed to see them all this while. With clouds drifting by like sky-born ships, I think of kissing your sweet lips. A cold breeze gales, The full moon pales, Without you here, To hold… Continue reading The Gentle Breeze
Your emerald eyes are such lovely tools, To turn men like me into blue eyed fools, Desiring to tie my tongue to yours, And expend Passion’s wartime stores. To take my time to kiss you everywhere, Run my fingers through your midnight black hair. Run my lips over your thighs, Your approval with your sighs.… Continue reading Emerald Eyes and Blue Eyed Fools
In school, I would write poetry for creative writings, and occasionally, some of these themes would work into my poetry for class. I would protect those feelings for fear that someone would criticize.