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Eyes like sparkling diamond seas Reflecting the light from my stars Shining beams of admiration Or curiosity Shine on my cheeks in the dimly lit auditorium of this moment Feel the warmth of my love
You don't have to tell me why you love me so. Darling, when you hold my hand, I know that your love is real. . I may never understand the way you feel, For I’ve never met a girl with love like yours before. .
“Te amo mi querida,” eso es lo que te dije El sol brillaba a través de la casa de verano Tus labios españoles eran como un clavel rojo .
Kissing the tulips On their beautiful cheeks Without getting into trouble. Kissing the hips And the big beaks
It is in these actions when my mind makes me realize maybe a place called heaven can exist Lips breathe the breath of life save me from drowning in an abyss
Only when a lion is poked and prodded does it turn and roar. Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced does it turn into a scream. Only when a life is faced with death does it become meaningful.
Sense September 7, 2018 ~ Friday Little lips Little bits of me, the tips Of where all words begin and end Little place to hide my insides
My lips are not soft, freshOr new.They are dry and rough,Scarred from self-infliction.
Your pink, rosey lips delicately fell onto the bones of my hips. Your beaming, bright smile can send my heartbeat and I traveling over a mile. Your dainty, lingering fingertips, could repair sinking ships.
A woman's mouth approaches the screen so zoomed in Red lines of blood chapped lips let out a dry whisper "everything looks so bright" A cool breeze dances on your neck's back
Your lips – Gateway to your heart – So thin, so pink, so tender, Like rose petals; Wet are they not with dew But with nectar, The eternal and the sweetest amrita.
I have a heart I have eyes but I have never loved in this way but seen love or what my heart & eyes feel love must be two lips four lips or more lips
You look beautiful when asleep;Perfect nose, painted eyes And it's really hard to describe those lips : your lips are in fact a dream,a dream to fall in and never wake from.Alive ,breathing, like a red peony.
I don't care about how your lips look like but for me your pink lips are unending waterfall of sweet nectar that I wish to suck to quench thirst of my distraught mind I wish to fall asleep
Her lips, sweet wet lips, hundred roses in their burst, can't with them compete. #haiku
Green eyes stare back into mineand time becomes lostWe talk under starshineThough tomorrow we'll pay the cost
And there she stood. Mascara running down her face. Her hair knotted in soaked locks. Clothes, wet, clinging to her body. Every curve and feature magnified. He’d never seen a creature more beautiful
My lips are chapped and peeling and blistered and red and sore and raw but soft and plump and full and pink and curvy and luscious and perfect
the softness of your lips, sends shivers down my spine one kiss, and my heart is frozen by such as bliss, as this by lips is a icy infatuation,
When we’re kissing, don’t worry about your chapped lips.
I told myselfmaybe if i put the bottle to my lipsi would forget the taste of yours
As the sky turns gray and the leaves fall
The cool spring air surrounds us,
I remember the first kiss, Cold and tasteless. Just like his glass lips. Not only did his glass lips kiss They spoke. That is something thing that I miss, His glass lips speaking meaningless shit.
In your arms, that's where I want to be. Your lips on mine make me melt everytime. When I hear the words 'immortal', I think of my love for you. Never ending. Unchanged. Forever.
tears of eyes are valuable speech of lips are powerful heart with love is beautiful life with friends is most wonderful
A brush of his plumps makes thy drown in thought. Savoring sweets off thy flesh though aren't dame. Melting in cold hands one's soul does not rot. Embracing, peering at movement in frame.
When people told me being black was a form of inferiority I wanted to hate white people, I wanted to tear apart my own brown bones, Spreading through the clatter of mismatched words, And unclaimed, dusted culture,