Desire Poems
A Sunday
by P Jane
I wish you would feel like a Sunday,
or a warm breeze,
a dim candle,
but all i feel is a fire for you,
a incesent yearning,
a deep desire,
that I surpres by pretending it is not there,
lying to my life,
but fuck it is burning.
Beat Of My Heart
by Camron Thompson
The way heart beats, will I survive longer?
Feelings that I hope to soon forget
Revisions or not, will I continue forward?
Senses of relief breaking away from under
Under the skin arises once sought out
Meanings are only attached to be assumed
The liveliness of our two worlds colliding
Flames inside me spark to ignite a fire
Will I burn, if so, please as the sun?
Disingenuous to not be, do I really feel this?
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Men
by Noah Trist
5 men and a woman
Sitting around a fire
Distant from civilisation
Night air fills there lungs as they
Sit between a forest and the beach
The small of pine feels strange when mixed with the feeling of sand at their feet
The woman was pretty and short with long hair a
man to her immediate left was tall with a large hunch
Both people having soft skin
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Epitome of Sensuality
by Jayesh Goyal
Her luminous rays melt me into a contented ecstasy, and fill my vision with pulsating light as I whisper, "Not as vivacious as you, sunshine"
Beauty wrapped in the six yards of chiffon, draped over teasing gold, resting in the lingering incline, uttering mysteries through her cacophonous eyes, with the answer beyond the clad, my breath is taken away in response to the marvel of such a canvas
I have seen eyes that paint a picture in my mind, held me captive, led me blind and they have no clue the spell they hold as seconds unfold - it’s as if thoughts could explode in a theme of desire
The forehead's red bindi, splashing colour in my mind, energizing the Lord Krishna in me to play the flute of passions resonating with her silent whispers
Her coloured hair, hiding her ear-ringed softness, dangling with a desire to caress her delicate shoulders
The nape of her neck - concave, erotic, exotic, fragrant - whispers, quietly sings a sensual melody of flaming dreams
I’ll admit of predisposed feelings and palates swamping my mind - desires now expressed in two tones that contrast - doubt found in fabric’s clutch while the skin, kissed by light of summer’s flame, consents much more of her longings and fabric cooperate the silhouettes split between the two - challenging worship in the thoughts to the virtuous or the lascivious
The shapes below textile’s span echo panoramas - neckline hinting nothing more than potential held within, as the curves speak to desires now suppressed
Sensual beauty, as my fingers traced with exquisite poetic strokes of the keyboard, creating of her - a sonnet of longing, for me to read over and over
To live and breathe ecstasy…To feel its power of desire and excitement and fire!
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Lost in the forest
by Altaf Murtaza
For a spiritual wanderer
For the one who has
A long cherished desire
Of spending some parts
Of life in the midst of
Dense trees and turfs
It would be fascinating
For the mastery of serenity
A dream coming true
For the enlightenment of austerity
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Dream in me
by Femme Mcbridge
Sun, loafing on the sky,
Clouds gazing at the angelic meadows,
Dew drops all set to be soaked,
Birds tweeting and chirping to sing the morning glory,
Kindled my heart to set off the dream in me,
To set my mind to banter with my voice.
The voice of my pen whispered,
Beckoning me to travel beyond,
"Time traveling is that easy ? " I queered,
" Sluggish time holds no hand,
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Fly
by Aakanksha Raj
Clear the vision,
The Hope we feel,
For Some reason
We choose hell.
OH, The vision
OH, The hope.
Touch the cloud
Become a Bird
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A dream
by Sharona anonymous
I want to feel your words
against my skin
my neck
my cheeks
touch my lips
I want to feel your words
holding me down
between my legs
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Roses
by Megha Mittal
The bougainvilleas haven't bloomed
either
too much water or
too
little
I can't
know what
they want
all I know
is what
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Men
by Noah Trist
5 men and a woman
Sitting around a fire
Distant from civilisation
Night air fills there lungs as they
Sit between a forest and the beach
The small of pine feels strange when mixed with the feeling of sand at their feet
The woman was pretty and short with long hair a
man to her immediate left was tall with a large hunch
Both people having soft skin
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Awwab Paracha (1 poems about Desire)
Born in Pakistan but currently living in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. February 14, 2005 -
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