Sh Poetry Corner

More than a year ago
You came into my life
And tore it apart
I picked myself up, survived
But i will never forget.

Excitement of new
beginnings, which promise
much. He makes me swoon.

Tears

A tear drop that slips and falls from the eye,
With just as much impact as a drop from the sky,
Can be dashed away to leave the face bare,
Or be joined by others to fall without care.

Bound by constraint, set free by emotions,
Clouds that burst to create great oceans,
Pain and turmoil that resides in me,
With storms and tornados that need to be free.

Grabbed and damaged, ripped from the heart,
Smashed to the floor to be torn apart,
A need to find calm for internal peace,
To destroy all this pain and make it cease.

I know that with time the course will run dry,
Leave flowers in the grass with heads held high,
With hurt no more the season will come,
To walk on the sand with my face to the sun.

written by me

whips

Wanton Time

This thing we have is raw,
It’s taken from the base,
With want and need we crave,
The sweet and bitter taste.

Time and distance ever present,
The tension builds between us,
Words are spoken, bodies toyed,
But still there’s no appeasement.

Days pass by so slowly,
The time is finally spent,
A meeting of our bodies,
Till both of us are rent.

We linger in the lull,
And fingertips brush lightly,
The lust is ever growing,
As we hold each other tightly.

Whispered word and soft caress,
Lift the skin to tingle,
Counting down the hours,
Till once again we’re single.

A parting of the ways,
We go back to the same,
Ticking off the days,
Till once we meet again.


by me
whips

It’s all I can do…
I tried and I try
I’m still aching for you!

Ever since I met you-
(You landed in my eye!) -
It’s all I can do…

Like a sweet taboo,
That life should contrive,
I’m just aching for you!

I can’t talk to you!
So this piece I write.
It’s all I can do…

No matter what I do,
I barely survive,
I’m sooo aching for you!

God will strike me if I lie!
And with this I’ll summarize:
Baby, It’s all I can do…
I’m really, r e a l l y, aching for you

BECAUSE YOU DIED

Because you died, my life was changed
And plans I made were re-arranged
Baby things you would'nt use
Littered our home, all in two's

Because you died, my daughter came
And gave me reason to smile again
Your places, still empty, I never could fill
But she kept me busy and strenghthened my will

I still had a space though, as I'd lost two
My thoughts again were turning to you
You heard me calling and sent me a son
Your places still empty, but your siblings live on

Because you died I find I have learned
About love and compassion and heartache and hurt
A son and a daughter that can't take your places
But I see your shadows, when I look in their faces

I love that song Steve xxxx

When first I said may be
I saw an apricot gold
but all she saw was orange
now I stay away from may be.

As you raise your glass in celebration, let your thoughts be of those no longer around
Loved ones and friends who rest in another world, free from pain and anguish
Unseen by human eyes but always there by your side and in your heart

Let a smile trace your lips as you recall happier days and memories sweet
When their laughter brightened your day and the sun warmed their face
Now mere shadows to follow and guide you. Be comforted by their spirit

As you raise your glass in celebration, let your thoughts be of those no longer aorund
and may the toast be 'To absent friends'


for my dearest friend superman72...I miss you so much

Christmas poem

He laid her on the table,
So white and clean and bare.

His forehead wet with beads of sweat,
He rubbed her here and there.

He touched her neck and then her breast,
And then he felt her thigh.

The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.

The hole was wide -- he looked inside,
All was dark and murky.

He rubbed his hands and stretched out his arms,
...And then he stuffed the turkey.

Christmas is coming,
and we should be getting fat.
Who forgot to defrost the turkey,
and is feeling a bit of a tw*t

Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits By Pam Ayres

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,
Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers,
Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits .

'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning.
It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning,
And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.
'Cos tits can be such troublesome things
When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing.
And although they go well with my Bingo wings,
I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow,
When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low,
When they're less of a friend and more of a foe,
Then I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When I was young I got whistles and hoots,
From the men on the site to the men in the suits,
Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters,
Cruising around with my favourite suitors.
Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters,
I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When they follow behind and get trapped in the door,
When they're less in the air and more near the floor,
When people see less of them rather than more,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

anais it's a craker
Where do yopu get them from

Merry Xmas and a Happy new year and may the never droop lol


Medic_1

Love that Anais xxxx

Hi everyone by the way. Here's one of many poems that I have written. It's not my best, but it's the first one I turned to.

Here we go again
A familiar story
blended with predictability
Same time, same surprise
filled with vulnerability
You chose to ignore your words
A trusted sense of guilt
Close your eyes
It will all go away