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LOVE POEMS: Lust and Obsession |
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Knowing
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Brandie Chesson
Virginia
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Knowing that tonight is actually the night
Knowing that when you get here you will make things right
Knowing that we plan on doing something we both might regret
Knowing I'm not sure I want to do this yet
Knowing that when you close that door I am no longer a little girl
Knowing that this one night will change my whole world
Knowing that when your soft hands touch my gentle thighs I am coming closer to being a sinner in God's eyes
Knowing that once we are left all alone
This thing called virginity will soon be gone
Knowing that you are gonna kiss all the gentle places
Knowing that when we are done you will see other faces
Knowing that I can never forget the things you've done for me
Knowing that tonight this kiss will be our last
Knowing that I must move on and leave you in the past
Fallen
Elizabeth Gustafson
California
Fallen in your arms,
Forgetting what has occurred.
What do I do now?
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Slam Poetry
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Leela
Texas |
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I'm in love with a ghost
only seen on the occasional full moon
or when the planets are perfectly aligned.
You ignore my calls and e-mails
making me feel insignificant and invisible
but all the while you keep me around
on hold.
A numbing agent.
While I fall more and more in love with you
with your beautiful green eyes I could fall into and drown
and your soft milky white skin that I long to touch.
With your smile
that fills me up with that warmth that I'm constantly aching
for when you're gone.
But you love her
the one that "got away"
the one that left.
"Always and forever" you wrote to her.
You're in love with a siren*.
Her beautiful song pulls you in
she dances in the waves
her hips rolling through the water like a lure.
Get too close and she'll turn into a fish and slip through your fingers
And all you'll get is shipwreck, heartache, and death.
Then you come to me.
I hold you and make it all go numb.
I hate the thought of your eyes when you cry.
I can see into your soul.
I see your heart
tattered and torn with patch work stitching
like it's been broken one too many times
and put back together quickly with unsure hands.
When you come to me
you make me feel like you love me again.
For that one moment I can pretend you think of me all the time.
I know you're thinking of her though
I know you're thinking of her
I know of her
I know
All the other girls must be going through the same thing
I'm in love with a siren too…
no matter how much I'm hurt, I just can't resist his song.
*Siren: a beautiful and seductive woman; a woman in Greek mythology whose enchanting voice lures nearby sailors to shipwreck on the rocky coast.
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Don't Go
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Tam Philley
Indiana
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I need your simple presence,
your gentle ways and touch,
the you that's only yours to give—
I hope that's not too much.
I live to see the passion
you breathe into the night,
and yearn to see the real you,
beyond this realm of sight.
And if you should see through me,
deep down into my soul,
you'll see a room that's empty,
where dark once took its toll.
I need someone to see me
for who I really am.
I need someone to love me,
someone who'll give a damn.
I thought that it could be you—
you're all I think about.
You lit a flame inside me.
Will you now blow it out?
Oh, please, don't leave me stranded.
I need to let you know,
you hold the key to my worried heart.
I'm begging, please don't go.
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Supposed to…
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Britany Richett
Texas
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When I met you,
I asked myself
is it supposed to feel this right?
Because it's been so long
since my permanent tears have been dry.
When you held me,
I asked myself
am I supposed to feel this safe?
Because it's been so long since someone has been in your place.
When we played one on one,
was I supposed to let you win?
Because it's been so long since I've had someone more than a friend.
When I fell head over heels,
were you supposed to catch me before the fall?
Because I would rather be hurt by loving you than to never love at all.
When my friends ask for advice,
was I supposed to say just don't look anymore?
Because love found me and I'm still finding the many surprises in store.
When I finally asked time,
why it took so long to find you,
And time soon replied and said everything happens when it's supposed to.
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