My bed, my head

I bled. I said

My heart would not

Be taken by

The kind of guy

Who’d wring the life

From me once more.

No more…

Get out!

Get out!

I’d scream and shout

If I thought

You could hear me

Crying ever eastward

Against a gale

Not of my

Own making.

I’m breaking…

Breaking

Now forsaking

The forever part

Of foolish heart.

I’m on the floor

No more.

Romantic crimes

Don’t blur the lines

Of my body

Under shoe.

You need to stop

Before I drop

And never rise again.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Angry break up poem slam

Lay still.

Dead center

Flat floor.

Give the

Well meaning

Dog a bone

To satisfy

inquiring mind.

Floors of

Happiness.

13 above

And 3 below.

Breathe slow.

Throw away

6 red dead

Vows.

Head bows.

Curls in

Hands over

Ears and

Unchecked

Tears.

Stove left

On.

I do not care.

Nor did she

I think.

Sylvia Plath Inspired Depression Poem Original

I’m broken.

Spoken

my very last

sweet word.

I’ve heard

A broken heart

Feels like

The end of

being.

And now

I know

For sure.

The cure

Is lost.

And so

Am

I.

Suicidal Ideation Poetry Original

You know me

Own me

Throw me down

For simple pleasures sake.

My body aches

each time you

speak my name.

For I belong

to only you.

My pleasures too.

And I have

painted tales

inside my head

inside my bed

where you instead

of my right hand,

will take

make me

break me in.

Then we shall swim

In salted rain

Without refrain

That sweetest pain

I save for you.

Painful first time sexual penetration poem

The midnight keeps Amor

Beyond my sweet caress

Let fragile hope endure

The trial that distance tests.

O, chains that bind the heart

Are strong and ever good

Injurious to be apart

Fidelities withstood

Perchance to dream of such a day

When we are breast to breast

And distance will but fall away

When we are nearly pressed.

I breath to hear his voice again

My Love of loves, and King of men.

Love sonnet
 

The voice returns

With warmth that burns

The flesh from bone.

My love, my own.

Sweet refuge, light

Eternal night

Of passion making

Heart breaking

Beautiful precious

Love.

The power of One

Undoes undone

Unspoken vow

You have me now

And I implore

Forevermore.

Hot Erotic Poetry originals

Time….

Time…..

Type the word

The hundredth time…

Stop… don’t stop

Ticking clock….

Tickles time….

Droplets like 

Epidemic tearfalls

Waterfalls of downfalls

And regret yet

We forget

It did not feel 

Like a mistake

Back then my friend

When all I wanted

Was your lips

Your finger tips

Our joining hips.

Perhaps not 

Even now.

Bury….

Bury…

See it scurry

Away like things

That you might kill

Scampering across

the uneven floor of

an ever 

unquiet mind.

There are many 

ways to 

forget the past:

even more 

to fill

an empty glass.

Poems on strength unrequited love originals

Curse the famished hungered part
That cannot live without the heart
That I have grown to love, my Love
My soul, my warmth, mi vida.

Remove the thought of compromise
Cut out the tear ducts from my eyes
That I have grown in love, my Love
My joy, my light, mi vida.

Pluck the petals from the bloom
Open me, and that right soon
Those parts that beg to love, my Love
My flesh, my wet, mi vida.

Strike me where I weakly stand
I beg thee for a stronger hand
That I may live to love, my Love
My breath, my pulse, mi vida. [fin]

Pertenezco sólo a usted Amor ~ xx ~

Finding true love lost souls

My Father

Who Art in Florida

Hollow be thy game.

Thy Pension come

Thy will be done

Always at the expense of others.

Give us this day

Our deep regret

And forgive us our values

As we forgive those

Who operate

Without them.

And lead us not into trepidation

But deliver us from expectation.

Amen.

Daddy Dearest Poetry

Aye that my

Eye sees the words

You will not speak

And I’m made weak

Though you sow

“Go!”

I truly know

“Stay with me”

Is whispered clear

As mud and blood.

We soil the only

Truth we own;

That we may roam

A thousand times

And not find lives

As tailored such.

I crave your touch

Inside the dark

That ventured near

With every tear

I shed for want

Of only you.

Pygmalion love

Could be divine

With sword drawn low

With yours in mine.

Forgiveness Poem Relationship Ceasefire