make_me_a_poem pralines&cream here are your words (in no particular order): open he touch look wonder scare ask hesitate breathe left back toward maybe now again we Go ahead, make me a poem 020114 ... altered mind I kind of like it the way it is. 020114 ... silentbob he opens the fridge and looks and moves his hand toward some milk to touch the cold surface he wonders if its expired he hesitates he drinks it anyway maybe now he can breathe again we used to ask ourselves this question back in the day when there was nothing left thoughts like these scare him. open he touch look wonder scare ask hesitate breathe left back toward maybe now again we 020115 ... SuicidalAngel Now and again I look back to what we could have been I hesitate to wonder if he was more than a friend Maybe he was was scared to touch I wonder if he was my best What we had wasn't much I can't believe theres nothing left I'm can hardly breathe now as I stare toward the door I can still see it open and him ask me for more LoL..whatever! 020115 ... pralines&cream how nice. I like this. :) 020116 ... daxle he hesitates and wonders his touch makes her look scared he wants to ask if maybe she could have left back her hurt so we could breathe openly again with our thoughts toward the now 020116 ... Toxic_Kisses Don’t hesitate to take a chance There’s no need to be scared Simply open your eyes And don’t look back Just breathe Don’t ever ask Don’t ever wonder Maybe it would be different if knowing he is gone We walk toward the horizon And again miss his touch ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Asphalt Bare Chamber Divine engrave Essential Fragment(s) Nectar Nourish Patches Quiver Sizzle Soul Symphony You 020116 ... silentbob I sizzle and quiver on the bare asphault a divine feeling of self destruction this essential hatred of every part of me that exists It satisfies and Nourishes my soul The way you used to I engrave my image on the ground the way your face was engraved on my heart My wailing is a symphony for sympathy Your attention is the nectar you never fed me And every chamber of my heart bleeds for that litle encouragement a fragment of a thought or conception taht i might be wrong about all this causes regret and shame but also patches up a little part of me and makes me forget you never cared at all. 020116 ... pralines&cream Allow me to Nourish your body and soul with my kisses of Nectar and fingertip-tracings. Let me Engrave my name into your heart as I explore your naked Divinity, Bare and vulnerable and Essential to my lust. Explore the Chambers of my body, while my fingers scratch your back, and grasp your skin, and brush your rough Asphalt elbows. Fragments of me melt into you, and Fragments of you find a home in my body, Sizzling and exciting my skin, as our fist-clenching gasps rise to form a Symphony of seduction above our heads. Are those Patches of blood beneath your cheeks, where your heat is burning through your body? Are your lips Quivering as you close your eyes and clench your jaw, while I make love to you Soul? 020116 ... SuicidalAngel I can't help it but I've craved You body's slight taste of salt In torture I have ingraved Our names into asphalt With my bare hands I chizzled Each tiny fragment away Until love slowly sizzled A sad symphony could portray This emotion I have for you Pain and Pleasure intertwine What more can I do to achieve the love so divine Like weeds in a field - so flourished Poisened nectar of you soul - you deliver This could have kept me nourished I close my eyes and begin to quiver Patches of life with potential In this chamber I need to escape To feel the love so essential But I am reminded of the rape **So I changed some of it to past tence, it worked out better. 020116 ... Toxic_Kisses Wow! You guys put me to shame! These poems really are kick ass and are so expressive! And while I know yall could care less about my approval, I must say I really like the poems yall have used "my" words in! 020117 ... SuicidalAngel I think it's fun! And your approval is an added touch! :) 020117 ... pralines&cream Your approval make me happy, TK *smile* 020118 ... pralines&cream tired cringe tingle laugh nausea "bitch!" please him/her hold stop look pretend swing act ***in no particular order, variations can/should/may be made on parts of speech and tense*** 020201 ... peyton He was tired She was pretending He was trying to hold She was trying to act He'd see her and tingle She'd see him and cringe He'd hear her jokes and laugh She'd read his lyrics and cringe His mood would swing and he'd beg Her mood would swing and she'd look for someone else He'd say to her "never stop" She'd say to him "please stop" Her stings to him brought him nausea All his friends called her a bitch All he called her was his best friend 020201 ... silentbob She was tired she said and told him to stop. He laughed in her face "Pretend You like it" he told her and then he said no more. she started to cringe she started to cry her nausea increased he saw it in her eye "Do I make you tingle, bitch? Do i make you wise? I will teach you to hold out, bitch. i will teach you to lie." "Please" she said and "Don't" she said and "how can i make you to stop?" she said "Look like you like it" he told her. "I said Act like you like it" then she got an arm free She took a swing he hit the ground. but she was forever trapped inside herself and couldn't come out of her shell no matter who tried to help. 020201 ... silentbob incorporate these words and do not use the pronouns "He She him or Her" or "his" or "hers" broken juxtaposition betrayal damaged lies hunger satisfy afraid shoes razor blades heartbeat reflex weak strong polluted 020201 ... Sonya Damaged from a constant juxtaposition, a heartbeat grows weak. Razor blades become hands of comfort, as the strong are broken by lies. The hunger of expectation devours any reflex of defense. Betrayal leaves a heartbeat... polluted, and afraid to continue. 020201 ... flo slow twisted simile warm corn takings can only touch i need her but she's gone 020202 ... silentbob Its warm here where we're constantly shivering I smile in a twisted simile The need we have for each other grows impatient out there but in this corn field, time goes slow We play childish kissing games and earn our takings like its a poker match fun can work wonders on clock hands as in time flies when you're having it doing it up to your elbows in it her eyes glow blue in the sunset anthem but something tells me her minds long gone I touch her face i touch her chest only my fingers know what her heart feels like she's somewhere else in her mind but she's here as far as i can tell we huddle close and cuddle warmly and just for a second i nod off but when i wake up shes gone. 020202 ... fuck shit damn hell ass fuck shit damn hell ass 020203 ... silentbob standing in the lunchline grab the ass of lady taking tickets Fuck her in the face "damn" i think as she wonders what the hell i'm thinking. 020204 ... Toxic_Kisses The fuckin Me Me Me Generation No one gives a damn bout anything Anything but our own asses that is And hell why should we right? Just let everyone else deal w/ that shit. Blue Jeans Breathtaking Broken Carnage Corrupt Forbidden Glisten Hunger Immerse Lethal Salvation Surrender Temptress Torn Unorthodoxed 020204 ... carne de metal Salvation lies in my blue jeans Inmerse in corrupt feelings Broken and torn, my pants glisten in the darkness of forbidden nights, Breathtaking, Carnage and hunger lie, deep beneath unorthodoxed lands where surrender leads to lethal endings Temptress 020221 ... Grievance using different tenses and such of original words, though only those: open wonder hesitant breathing, he left toward again, back looking scare, ask maybe, now, again. we breathe, touching hesitance. 020222 ... Grievance same, using silentbob's: broken juxtapositions reflex weak polluted hunger strong betrayl damage strong afraid heartbeats damaged shoes juxtapose broken razorblades lies satisfy (the) afraid. 020222 ... silentbob I find i'm torn between my forbidden hunger for blue jeans and the breathtaking image of this temptress in a black dress Like an angel with a broken wing I corrupt her with my salvation She surrenders to me, her eyes glisten in the moonlight and the carnage that ensues is lethal we immerse ourselves in this unorthadox orgy of passion and pant legs failing to notice the security camera 021002 ... silentbob confusion complication adoration delusion hideous longing hatred stupid feelings love lust affection 021003 ... Freak from TK's list The corrupt temptress in blue jeans. The breathtaking temptress of salvation lies broken, immersed in glistening carnage. Plagued by the unorthodox and forbidden hunger of surrender. Torn between the leathal decision between lonliness and love. 021004 ... Freak from SB's latter list Standing in my shoes weak in this juxtaposition, My heart doesn't beat willingly, but by reflex, I'm polluted with lies, Im afraid of betrayel, Im afraid of being left broken and damaged to where only a razor blade could satisfy my hunger. 021004 ... bespeckled restless hope content patient awhile resound penetrate remain revelation 030208 ... silentbob I sit awhile in my green couch the one i got on discount and hope in patient waiting i reconsider restlessness and wonder how words can be so silly when my lover comes i'll be content until then i remain in the shadows of my porch with my rocking chair and my sunset and i come to the realization the revelation the contemplation the complication that i am all alone and my heart resounds the noise penetrates my soul and devours my psyche my brain is mush my body is stew and now i know what being completely alone is like sloping thighs between touch sweat heat drink wet awkward 030209 ... kerry rain twinkling hipster meadow fizzle burning anguish nimbus political rambling socket saucer constellations 030209 ... mcdougall Two lists of words for me to choose. In my poem, both lists I use. This one is for both Bob and Kerry I am new to poetry so please me wary. Nimbus clouds, it’s cold and gray, Another wet and rain filled day. For fresh air my lungs are yearning, As my contracting thighs are burning. Heat makes sweat; a salty drink. Between two steps I only breath and think. Rambling thoughts my mind does wander, As I slop through meadows yonder. I feel anguish kicking in, My sockets and joints are wearing thin. As my feet touch wet ground, I feel an awkward squishing sound. Fizzle, goes my political thought, As night comes, I continue to trot. Twinkling stars up in the night sky, Are constellations as flying saucers zoom by. In a minute I will end, My house is just around the bend. I see my neighbor, Mr. Kipser, He’s always said I was a hipster. There! Now my run’s complete, It’s time for me to rest my feet. 030210 ... Cicero "With reference to Bespeckled" -The Photographer on the Football Field- I’m a sidewise parallels looker Looking long ways ‘long the sidelines with Patient observers’ eyes, never restless. Look you awhile on the post-game With me, and maybe you’ll waltz The waltz of hope danced by the defeated. The megaphones fade not – But resound in the darkness Over this empty florescent green As we remain spinning contentedly To the silent music of the past. We are the Spindle of Time, Spinning these white lines Together with the stands of silence Forming a wormhole that empties In the Land of Revelation, Where everyone will go To learn exactly why they are here, And exactly what’s important. 030210 ... once again maybe now we look see us move toward wonder he hesitates, left back scared to touch and breath again hands open he asks broken from betrayal damaged by lies polluted juxtaposition creates lies to satisfy strong hunger weak reflex leaving razor blades and heartbeats and these brown shoes on the floor this symphony of you bare divine engraved asphalt patches sizzle chambered sould fragment sweet nectar quiver and thou nourish 040802 ... user24 we breathe, hesitate maybe now, we wonder open and ask too scared to look. back again toward the touch he left. 040803 ... raze (using kerry's words) each trickle of rain is a star bright constellations twinkling in a dark meadow the nimbus of night as political as breathing one skinny hipster finger works its way into the mouth of a wall socket sparks fizzle and pop the scent of instinct burning wrapping its rambling anguish around the atmosphere like that saucer of plasma held together by its own gravity 210924 ... epitome of incomprehensibility (same) Dropkicks of rain twinkling on grass, bright as bulbs, not like a peripheral hipster star. Slick on the meadow the lightbombs fizzle, burning holes in anthills, burrowing anguish into the ground. The nimbus looms like our political rambling, its socket a flying saucer. Plug it in and see sparks, I mean constellations. 210924 ... epitome of incomprehensibility (same) Dropkicks of rain twinkling on grass, bright as bulbs, not like a peripheral hipster star. Slick on the meadow the lightbombs fizzle, burning holes in anthills, burrowing anguish into the mud. The nimbus looms like our political rambling, its socket a flying saucer. Plug it in and see sparks, I mean constellations. 210924 ... e_o_i No, blather! Don't post twice! I offer you more words: proud leotard knobby escalate fling track sedentary damp entertain nerve combine 210924 ... raze "this sedentary fling has run its course" the lazy leotard says to the lower extremity with knobby knees the torso too proud to comment its neck damp with sweat from singing a boisterous rendition of "let me entertain you" the nerve of some close-fitting one-piece garments made of stretchy fabric (the right knee thinks) this could escalate in a hurry combine soldiers would never concern themselves with such arbitrary matters they'd track their prey take their shot and fall to their knees offering a silent prayer to jules léotard 210926 what's it to you? who go blather from