Love poems

[Piscator]

She don’t like to sleep alone

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone.

I live the life of a traveling man
paying my dues in a cover band
from town to town, no real plan
while she’s all alone, I understand.

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone

She calls him up on the telephone
lets him in, makes him right at home
and yes he’s big, where I am small
guess that kind of explains it all.

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone.

I’m not angry, there ain’t no rage
she’s still my princess, still my queen
and if I’m good, she’ll unlock my cage
and lets me cum while they’re being obscene.

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone.

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A different kind of love but still love. I seem to be in a Country and Western hurting mood.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

She don’t like to sleep alone

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone.

I live the life of a traveling man
paying my dues in a cover band
from town to town, no real plan
while she’s all alone, I understand.

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone

She calls him up on the telephone
lets him in, makes him right at home
and yes he’s big, where I am small
guess that kind of explains it all.

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone.

I’m not angry, there ain’t no rage
she’s still my princess, still my queen
and if I’m good, she’ll unlock my cage
and lets me cum while they’re being obscene.

She don’t like to sleep alone
when I’m gone, our house ain’t home
she calls him up on the telephone
cause she don’t like to sleep alone.


A different kind of love but still love.
I seem to be in a Country and Western mood,
perhaps this will start a C&W Cuck genre

I am tempted to ask a very rude question about the 'cage'!!

 

[Piscator]

I am tempted to ask a very rude question about the 'cage'!!

Thanks Annie. it's good to see you're out and about.

As always I leave some things for my reader to interpret as they see fit.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You left a light for me to follow, or not, but
you were sure of me even then, knew
my heart, my body were already yours.
With words alone, sometimes even Latin,
knowing from experience just how to woo
so I would follow forever. Then even though
it was a mistake, you found those words
spoken softly to my heart, swept you away
past no return, to fall in love with me.

 

[oneblueye]

hey ...

:untitled:

oh-, to have such a whisper
softly telling ---,
tales of the erotic,
tastes of the exotic;
unfettered and unleashed.

oooh, to have such a whisper.

 

[oneblueye]

untitled:

once I was a poet---,
then she was gone.
I shall be a poet no more.

 

[Piscator]

Giving UYS' thread a bump and adding this morning's random jotting

Favourite Catherines

Certainly not Catherine the Great of Russia, she’s
too fierce although she’d surely put Putin in his place.
While Catherine Deneuve fired my adolescent Id, she
and Catherine Zeta-Jones are way out of my league.
As a Canadian, I love Schitt’s Creek, but it isn’t Catherine O’Hara
nor Catherine Bush, better known as Kate, whose songs I adore.
I know you’d choose Katherine Hepburn, not for her Oscars.
but because she was a” K” Katherine just like you, although
it’s your middle name and only I get to call you that

 

[cathysro]

I know others see you as this kind, fair quiet guy,
I did too and you're all of that,
but now you've thrown away the mask,
let me in to the multi faceted you,
gathered me in to lie my head upon your shoulder,
safe in your love. Passionate,
beyond all else before, you lead and teach
I follow willingly, giddy and blissful
My Master, I worship. I love.

Beautiful!

 

[Lyricalli]

So, again
startled awake by my silenced phone
alerting me to messages
you didn't send
attempt another sleep
go back to read
what you haven't written
salt on my tongue
becoming a familiar lullaby

 

[Lyricalli]

Driving through the night
radio up way too loud
still can't drown out
what's rolling through my head
question my lack of guilt
for feelings I'm told I shouldn't have
unrestrained by boundaries

Then they play that damn song
the one you turned up for me
no longer in heavy rotation
no expectation of the memory flood
think about turning it off
but my hand doesn't move
so I sing

Everything is swimming
don't know if you even remember
why it means anything to me
shake my head and half laugh
at the way I miss you
when you pretend I don't exist

Press the accelerator
closer to the floorboard
but I'll never go fast enough
to get away from our deconstruction

That doesn't stop me from trying

 

[Tzara]

Adaptability

I could have stamped my fingerprint in blood,
on that diary page where
you confessed in purple ink
that you'd love me forever.

I even had a penknife ready
in my pocket, though its blade hardly sharp
or sterile, but I was willing, wanting
to bleed onto the appropriate leaf
of your young life's record. And then

you said, "Sorry, Geoff asked me to prom,"
and rather than drive my knife's
stubby steel through your cold and cheating heart,
I wondered if anyone had as yet asked Arlene,
with her excellent legs and soft brown eyes,
and who might be willing to delay going home

for some time well after we had dinner.

 

[Lyricalli]

I'm learning slowly
(too slowly)
not to care
not about you
but all the other stuff
I have no control of
the is what it is
bullshit
doesn't matter now
if my best was good
or enough
only that I went all in
without regret

 

[Lyricalli]

I see you
the way no one else can
this little light of mine
you let shine in
through nooks and crannies
kept protected by crass
concrete scars
and charisma
the kind that convinces people
(women)
they're close to you
so they don't look intently
for the tender morsels
content to sup
on the choice cuts
you serve with a charming smile
and twinkle-in-your-eye garnish

I see you

And I watch you reel 'em in
another crush
another gust of wind
whipping up from the storm
of constant chaos
that swirls and curls around you
familiar as an old lover

Oh, but I know she's special
always hungry
so much fun

They are all in the beginning

And you crave the fix
those hormonal hits
rouse your muse
ink your pen
leave your words spent
panting
flat out on the floor
your audience begging for more

Still, I see you

When you seek a calm horizon
a bit of blue sky
the safety of shared silence
or a front-seat confessional
where you offer those rare
succulent parts of yourself
to me
trust I'll understand

Oh, and how I savour
every flavor of you
the sweetness that lingers
under sour
edges of bitterness
saltiness that dances from
your tongue to mine
and the brilliant fucking
umami of your mind

You are nourishment
and frustration
often in equal measure
my appetite insatiable

Because I see you

 

[Piscator]

Worth more than a like - damned good

 

[Lyricalli]

Worth more than a like - damned good

Thank you. I really appreciate that

 

[Destiny]

The sun came up today, I thought of you for the 1000th time that week.
The stars came out tonight, did you see the shooting light?

I did and thought of how we never fight.
I went to work today and I saw the places that I would have spent time with you.

I picked up the phone and for the 1000th time I let it die, before it could ring.
I called you more than all the stars in the sky, more then all the time that has gone by.
I called to you.My heart is sad no smile remains, I was so happy to hear your voice today, and then cried when it was just the rain.

I cried today my 1000th tear, I wept today for all my fears.
You have left me alone my life in shadows, you go on not thinking of all you have done to make me sing or be happy that life was near.
Your smile, your touch, your gentle way. Your breath with mine, your arms around me.
The way you would hold me when life got too tough, the way you would hold me when sleep was rough.
Your voice in my ear, your hand on my hair.
For a 1000 times more I will think of these things, for a thousand times more I will shed another tear.
For all these things you have and will do, I forgive you all.
For isn't that what I am supposed to do?

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Love didn’t hit me
like you said it hit you
on our first date.
I liked you but it wasn’t love
at first even though you
tore along beside the river
on your old bike, following
our punt and yelling
at me and your replacement,
who valiantly ignored you.

I was secretly flattered.

Somehow, later, you won me,
to bed and a pregnancy,
which we coped with.

And the dye was cast.

Married and a family,
too young but you made
a home for me
and three more babies.

You told me,
years later, you knew,
on the walk home
after that first date,
that I "was the one".

I waited for years to feel
the same passion. It grew
into a love stronger for the years
it took to grow.

When you died a chasm opened
where all the laughter, music
and shared joys had been.

Now I’m not alone but lonely,
missing you.

 

[Lyricalli]

I was so happy to hear your voice today, and then cried when it was just the rain.

Welcome to the poetry board. I also wanted to say that I found this line in your poem particularly striking and lovely. It's a small little poem all on its own.

 

[Lyricalli]

Love didn’t hit me
like you said it hit you

I love this poem, but I couldn't stomach the big-heart eyes emoji sitting under it. Such a lovely little stroll down memory lane, and then that crash into heartache just made me stop breathing for a few beats. You are such a beautiful writer.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I love this poem, but I couldn't stomach the big-heart eyes emoji sitting under it. Such a lovely little stroll down memory lane, and then that crash into heartache just made me stop breathing for a few beats. You are such a beautiful writer.

Thanks, calli, that's very kind.

 

[29wordsforsnow]

They somehow forgot
a very useful emoticon
of the bittersweet smile
salty from a dying tear
you wouldn't even dare
to run your tongue over
this most sensitive part

 

[Lyricalli]

They somehow forgot
a very useful emoticon
of the bittersweet smile
salty from a dying tear
you wouldn't even dare
to run your tongue over
this most sensitive part

Not enough poets amongst the emoticon makers, are there?

 

[Lyricalli]

You're an Asshole, but...

I have it still
the poem you wrote for me
in your heavy scrawl
about the polish in my poetry
the way you want to stroke
my metaphors

And I stare at it sometimes
wonder if you remember why
it was written
or understand the importance
of each little cross out
and correction

That in this digital world
of easy edits and erased mistakes
you held us in your hands
stains on paper
and we became the poem






*title is nipped from Pink's True Love

 

[Lyricalli]

Why I'm Still Here​

My wants of you
have always been simple

I most desire your truth
and your time
within that, your laugh
robust and infectious

There has been, often
an unsettled sort of peace
that radiates outward
with the sound of your voice
a tenuous grasp on this space
in which I fit
the knowledge that it may dissipate
with too strong a wind

There are storms coming in
and I want to demand shelter
want to command clouds not to darken
even as I feel myself
swell with rain
create stones of hail from fear
hear the threat of thunder

Though wants may be simple
reality is complex
and I still love the way
you complicate me
find an odd contentment
holding you through turbulence

You misunderstand my calm
as not caring enough
but I've hidden some of myself
reigning in anger and outbursts
to understand changing weather
when every day is a hurricane
thunderstorms are white noise
and my way to cut through
is to whisper

to simply ask for the truth
and for time

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Why I'm Still Here

And then one day, you find yourself a mere dust particle in the sunshine of true poetry...

I'm missing the summer rain emoji, cathartic after love's first hot summer days. Splendid one, Lyricalli.