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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anticipation: 1 of 43

Modern Love Once you wrote me a lurid love letter and our distance didn't matter. Images of seduction lived inside my head wildly wicked words, warmed my lonely bed. Once the phone became my lover's midnight touch and the time apart didn't mean too much. Whispered words graphically, explicitly told of all the things you'd do...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 48 of 392

Slowly, with finessing fingertips and then your lips you take me apart. Right from the start your touch and your taste urgent, compelling pledging, taunting and telling us to take. To give restlessly, rolling around silence the only sound pulsating, purging the need overloaded with greed darkness, instantly radiates flows, t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A lasting love: 11 of 63

A Love Poem to...Me? Am I looking for a love that will last? For a person who doesn't bailout fast. Who when invited stays all night and in the morning and doesn't take fright. Someone to bring me tea in bed and say all the things I need said. Full stop. Back to reality away from romance and banality. Just for arguments sake...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 119 of 630

Sheltered Places Death and love in sheltered places, hearts entwined still or racing. Remembered things, long dead and gone, words so empty, end this song. Inwardly dying. Oh God, and the crying rivers of pain, drive me insane. The pills on the table I'm reading the label fortelling my fate. The calendar screaming the date. ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 82 of 336

One last wheezing breath death, comes in the night old and the frail young without fear. Sadness lifelessly expressed left behind crying drained tearfully bleak, the havoc wreaked. No more mundane days no more laying in bed warm in each other comfortably content then cold uncomplicated ache pumps pessimistically though me. E...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Be my Valentine: 11 of 36

A Typically Late Valentine for My Lovely Husband Write me a love letter sing me a soppy song under my window all night long. Dance naked in my garden a rose between your teeth over broken glass with tacks underneath. Make me coffee any hour of the night or day help me with the housework listen to what I say. Take me to chick...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Patriotism: 18 of 43

As Roses Bloom As roses bloom, the garden's quietly kept, in shady tree-lined cresents neatly swept. On village greens the past playfully prances, Morris Men jangle in comic pagan dances. Idyllic images of Englishness invoke patriotic nostalgia reality can't revoke. A nation of shopkeepers with outstretched hand, in parks, p...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love gone wrong: 80 of 155

Another new start. Where? Not that I care I've been here before, another new door. In a street just like this, living in blighted bliss. You want to change course? Well it's your life I'm only your wife and if our world isn't right, we'll sleep on it another night. You're leaving. Why? Need your own space out of the rat race...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 143 of 277

The Last Waltz Blood red roses sybolized long lost life, angrily dispised. Laughter proving her lack of care guarding her mind against dispair. Shrouded in darkness, clothed in pain dancing around, whilst going insane. Empty places filled by cocaine, listening, longing, as she taps on a vein. Pounding, the grim dirge plays i...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fate: 76 of 138

The New World We left our world and in a new one dragged our past, kicking and screaming. We held on to each other whilst dreaming in daylight we pulled each other apart. They told us from the start we had no chance, nothing to bind us together, nothing that spoke of forever. In all honesty they were right. Looking back with...