He's standing there
playing with my hair
Laughing and smiling
Life seems fair
'I'll never choose another'
He whispers, handing me flowers
He leans in for a kiss
I'm weak for his power
But I never got those flowers
Or the kiss I would've missed
I was just stuck in a daydream
that caused me to wish...
Wonderful poem written with great skill. The poem is rich in imagery and style. I am impressed. Well taken. I rated it 10. Please read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Warmest regards Akmal
I read this well penned and poignant poem and I can see clearly that you have what it takes to make it through the poetry world: TALENT. Keep inspiring the World! I am not going to invite you to read any poem of mine in particular but whenever time permits visit my page if you wish and enjoy it! For your excellent poem you deserve a 10+++ Love and Peace for always! ...
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing.
Walter Mitty in girl version... lovely little poem... thanks for sharing
Loved the way this poem started with He's standing there playing with my hair Laughing and smiling and then I thought his handsome face so fair sounded kinda right before 'I'll never choose another' He whispers, handing me flowers He leans in for a (stolen) kiss I'm weak for his power its just me the romantic, internalizing lines I loved written by another :) Loved the ending, I was stuck in daydream bliss, that caused me to wish lists... must be the flowers of spring :)
Impressive. Also, congrats on being voted 'Poem of the day'...Well-deserved.
Aww! What a beautiful poem! What would we do without those moments of day dreaming, we could be stripped forever of the impulse of creativity. Thank you for sharing, loved with this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely poem! I loved it...sweet and full of imagery. It reminds me of a poem I wrote and I'd love to know what you think. It's called 'Like a Boss' I'm sorry if it seems a little rude. Sometimes...... She wants to watch the base of his throat as he throws his head back to laugh She wants to smell the ocean through the pine trees and hear her own soft whimper as he bends to kiss her. She wants to feel him whisper sweet, crazy words close to her ear and delight in the hidden shivers he brings to the depths of her She wants to feel the heat from his hand burn her thigh She wants to pull his sweet breath into her chest and hold it until she knows it has travelled to the centre of her. She wants permission to stand close...very close Can he tell that his name starts deep inside her and rings and rings and rings? ....... Then she opens her eyes and, ever ladylike, crosses her legs, hands folded over her knees, as the world comes back to focus She wonders if this too shall pass So she can get back to work!