A hand slipped into the back pocket of my jeans
An unquenched, soft, requited yearning
Lips that dart from my nose to cheek
That’s how I imagine it’ll be
Late night walks taken without fear
Happiness because he’s near
The most satisfying joyful tears
Nights too long, cliffs none too sheer
A fearless fumble without blush
A chest as soft as a pillow plush
Hearts skipping with every single touch
A giggle as we whisper shush
Accusations spilt too swift
A broken, jagged, angry shift
From mad to sad to glad we’ll lift
Away the bad times have been wished
A silent sigh beneath my sheets
Wishing he was next to me
And maybe that we’ll get married
I really love him, I will think
You might call it a fantasy
But that’s how I imagine it’ll be
Just a quick little poem! :) Thoughts are appreciated.
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Thanks! Wow--that was quick.
Thanks! Wow--that was quick. :)
Well, I believe anything can be as you imagine it, if you make it so. :D And thanks for pointing out the line. I'm going to leave it as-is, but I do appreciate your feedback. Please don't hesitate to point out any other problems with rhythms in the future. :D Or typos. (Which I have a lot of. :P)
Cute :-D
I like it! The first 4 lines didn't really have a rhyme to them when the rest did, but that's the only thing. It's very descriptive in only a few lines!
Cute!
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Awww, that was so sweet. Also
Awww, that was so sweet. Also quite similar to what I imagine, although mine is a bit different. I thought the rhythm was nice, and I liked your wording.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Love
What is youth for, if not for dreams? This is sooo sweet! And about how I imagine it too...
A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
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Thanks Erin, Kass, and
Thanks Erin, Kass, and Emilee! :) I really appreciate your comments.
Well, it might not be as you
Well, it might not be as you imagine it...
Great rhythm, I think you need to fix up this line:
"Nights too long, cliffs none too sheer"
The "cliffs none to sheer" doesn't really help the rhythm. It will probably be a hard one to fix; sorry. :)
How you ended it was great, perfect.
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh