The first scent as my eyes open is you a spicy reminder of lust
Words falling through space only landing on deaf ears words failing to be heard
Looking back it seemed so obvious that my life was hidden in lies not the little white lies that told her
Undressing her slowly teasing her stripped flesh free from fabric trappings
The mannequin dressed in what they want to see and dances to the music chosen before birth
Do you recall that day the day a poet fell in love and you knew
In the mindlessness of a margherita in the afternoon as aquaholic reflections dance
A fence runs down the garden keeping friends as strangers but I see him standing there
The words of this love may never be said but they can be felt and my heart will never be offended
I crave you right now I crave the taste of your mouth hunger for the scent of your hair
In ink he drew the map a pathway of blue lines on my skin the pathway to you and me
Knock me down, I will get up again. Destroy me with words, I am still here. Deny me, blank my existence, if you can
I watch as she warms the pot at quarter to three, a tray for two laid perfect in the conservatory. Ready for that oh, so English speciality,
Life is choosing the chances we take weighing up the pros and cons is the risk worth the pain
I want you to feel me beside you sat on the bed just sitting watching you
Should I be sad when thinking of all those years not knowing who I am...
The manipulation of words making magic as we speak and on the whisper of a breath...
Prompt: The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.
Jumbled together a mass of nothing Confused ramblings...
Another sign went unseen a missed chance to say
Her pleasure, as sweet as cherries linger on her tongue
My sweet lover I keep thinking of you of our conversations about the future
Behind the closed doors the darkness echoes with fear the fear of exposure
Form: Free Verse His want to tease her with lingering touches while denying her lips
Form: Free Verse In hushed voices pillows-talk in the middle of the night
Form: Free Verse Words of love left unsaid as fear embraced
Form: Epistle My love My words seem too slow as the distance torments me
Form: Free Verse Your lips quiver in a pressing motion as my tongue lingers
Form: Free Verse I caught a glance in the shop window my eyes saw her and reeled away in disgust
Form: Free Verse Guide my hand to feed your flame grasp it tight
Form: Free Verse Once more Lilith has turned me away my time for death is at her command not mine
You cast your spell on me as I sipped the potion from your lips a gentle brew on a witch’s rune
The Creative Space Prompt: The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?
Form: Free Verse Mistakes, the syllabus from which we learn.
Form: Epistle My Heart, for my heart pulsates with your name Hearing you speak is the music of my soul like birdsong in the pale light of a spring morning
Form: Free Verse This morning I woke your kiss still lingering on my lips as delicate as a butterfly
Form: Free Verse Peonies boogie and roses waltz in the breeze the garden is finding its summer rhythm
Form: Epistle Oh my sweet, as the sun lingers in stillness on this longest day I am sat quietly in this in-between time. On one side the magic of love
Form: Free Verse In the darkness I feel him move in his sleep and I hear his breath
Form: Free Verse As we make love I am falling apart a deep breath regaining self-control
Form: Free Verse Stepping back from the bright lights of city life releasing the chains of denial
Form: Epistle My love, every night while I lie in my bed, I write a letter in mind to you. The silly things, the everyday things and the wittering of my heart. A thought of you revealed in a song on the radio, my passion that soared in my poetry and the thought of you laughing at my forgetful nature.
Form: Free Verse When my words leave you reeling as if run over by a double-decker bus and you feel an instinct
Form: Epistle Oh sweet I need nothing more than you to make my world complete and I wait in this emptiness until that
Form: Free Verse No warning, just attack my senses. Anger and rage
Form: Free Verse Prompt: Your favourite book in 75 words
Form: Free Verse Sir, can it be that your living flesh so ruggedly defined like the chiselled marble statue of David in the V&A
Form: Free Verse In those eyes of innocence I saw your supplication as a graceful goddess offering her hand and I see your face in all the beauty of love
Form: Epistle Hello, my sweet distraction of love and how you distract me as my mind searches for words and all my thoughts lead to you
Form: Free Verse Those nights I longed for the pain yearned for it desired it