love poems
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Addict
Your scent lingers long after you’ve gone I breathe you Intoxicated by the integrity of your soul You leave and I lay in bed inhaling your spirit anxious for a whiff of your mind hungry for a sip of your wisdom dazed by the intellect of the lyrics you spew so effortlessly I’m an addict… Continue reading
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Yecheilyah’s Book Reviews: /’NAKEED/: a bare soul by Shequila Knighten
Title: /’NAKEED/:…a bare soul Author: Shequila Knighten Genre: Poetry Published: November 1, 2018 ASIN: B07K3YDKS9 Pages: 111 A remarkable poet, Shequila Knighten’s collection of love poems, /NAKEED/: a bare soul, chronicles her quest to find her true self. When you first read these poems, you might incorrectly believe that they are mostly about a woman’s relationship with… Continue reading
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Love Poem
Wanted to jump into memory and photograph pieces of your smile the only cracks worth seeing on someone’s face Didn’t know dimples ran deeper than wells but every time you chuckled my nerves melted underneath my skin Is this Is it real? Could the pull of the wind be the yearning for your laughter? That… Continue reading
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I Promise You a Woman
I promise you a woman. You see I know what kind of girls you’re used to I know that little black girls can’t appreciate you like I can see I know that those little girls you’re used to doesn’t know what you’ve been through cause kindergarten fingers on small hands don’t know how to hold… Continue reading
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Wk 2: Love Poems Challenge: A Love Like Music
Welcome back everyone for another week of Looooveee with Lisa Tetting’s Love Poem Challenge brought to you every Friday. This one is a re-post, an oldie but goodie. Enjoy. A Love Like Music… the instant birth of calm and racing anxiety slowed, and slick, and subtle like splashes of sunlight chipping at our faces warm… Continue reading
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Love me not Hypocritically
Do not share my joy when I’m whole And not have compassion on these holes Cuz I’ve seen some wars and I admit Some of these memories are like scenic routes to civil wars Some of these Bruises are footsteps soldiers left on my self-esteem Some of these Birthmarks led to scripture You see Some… Continue reading
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The First Time
The first time we made love was when you walked into my classroom your eyes danced and moved graciously inside mine like dancers carefully twirling to the sound of their own heart beats and we were young-er got lost in your mind and day dreamed about your beauty could not wait to get to class… Continue reading
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