Megan’s Lover September 18, 2008
Posted by essaytch in Bad Poetry.Tags: Bad Poetry, intimacy, lovers, sex
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*Technically this is DJ Nezz’ poem from September 17th–but I didn’t get his submission until today.
From the silver screen he calls to her,
dark, mysterious, bearded.
His rough calm contrasts with the piercing blue of his eyes.
The strange words he whispers to his lover
are just an echo of what he has to give.
He comes to her mounted on a sted,
ready to carry her to a far away lands.
His calloused hands,
are a touch that is both stong and sensitive;
are a touch that is experienced yet new.
An artists soul, he creates beauty with both words and images;
poetry flowing from his mouth and fantasy from his strokes.He takes her to the desert where the burning sunsets
echo the passion in their hearts.
Under a starlight sky and an indian blanket
they share all each has to give.
She is lost in the depths of his soul
and he safe in the purity of her mind.
dark, mysterious, bearded.
His rough calm contrasts with the piercing blue of his eyes.
The strange words he whispers to his lover
are just an echo of what he has to give.
He comes to her mounted on a sted,
ready to carry her to a far away lands.
His calloused hands,
are a touch that is both stong and sensitive;
are a touch that is experienced yet new.
An artists soul, he creates beauty with both words and images;
poetry flowing from his mouth and fantasy from his strokes.He takes her to the desert where the burning sunsets
echo the passion in their hearts.
Under a starlight sky and an indian blanket
they share all each has to give.
She is lost in the depths of his soul
and he safe in the purity of her mind.
-DJ Nezz
The Great Move August 28, 2008
Posted by essaytch in Bad Poetry.Tags: lovers, poetry
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We fit together like a glove, you and I.
In the air…one with the wind
Floating together on a wing and a prayer.
Black and pink purple and mended together,
Hand in hand.
Perfect strangers…closest kin.
Will you come?
Will you come laugh and cry and live
With me here, in this urban Mecca by the sea?
Eastern friend, Western lover
Arms waiting to embrace, across the distance
as we move and twist, turning together.
In time.
In another life…in a plane of existence
Higher than me and mine, you and yours.
Welcome to my world,
Honored guest.
Stay as long as you like…as you need.
-Essaytch
