It Was A Beautiful Sunset A Poem
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Posted:Sep 15, 2019 8:57 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2019 8:16 pm
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He said it was a beautiful sunset But he was not seeing it with me He was seeing it with another woman So why was he mentioning it? As a taunt? To needle my self esteem? Or just to mention a natural phenomenon? I know I was reading too much into it. As is my wont.
But how could I not? I wanted to be the woman Who was by his side. I wanted to be the woman He was newly finished Making love with Who was sleeping nearby. I wanted to be the woman Who was with him At that moment Who awoke precisely To his words "It's a beautiful sunset." Instead I was miles away And reading a text While another woman slept Off his lovemaking prowess.
I am done. As you can imagine. I can't beat myself up With his cavalier treatment Of women who serve their Momentary purpose. I could be among them I would be no better Or no worse Just one of them. And it would hurt. For I would want more. And he would move on To someone who has something I don't possess. Whatever that is There is a long list.
And while the head was engaged And while the heart was primed And while the sex could have been great. There would have been something Absent on his end. A sense of loyalty and devotion That I don't know he could Ever show anyone. Yes, I am talking about love. He told me he could not be My forever love once. When he said that I should have Walked away. No, make that run.
The statement "It's a beautiful sunset." Something I should walk off into And not back Thank you for the symbolism. I still wish for a kiss goodbye.
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Disengage My Dreams Of You A Poem
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Posted:Sep 15, 2019 8:35 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2019 2:56 pm
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Goodbye dreams of you. Goodbye to those scenes That my mind visualized That my mind feasted on Like a delicacy So delicious And delectable Did they seem.
It is hard to let them go But let go of them I must For you must be abandoned Like a mine that is out of gems When in point of fact You never were real You were just someone With whom I felt infatuation. One of those figures Of my imagination. That my mind built up.
Now that you have Shown your true colors Such a trite and overused Phrase however it is apt. I will have to say goodbye To you once and for all My dreams the hardest To disengage from.
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Sapiosexual Judgment A Poem
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Posted:Sep 14, 2019 12:20 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2019 5:35 pm
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I wish I would have known That little bit of information But I think my ignorance Was a major turn off I was not as appealing As you had once thought. It is like all that stimulation That we experienced As sapiosexuals Was deflated Like a football.
I felt it. The air was whooshing But not actually It was metaphysical. And instinctive. And my heart sunk.
Like inserting a proverbial Foot into one's mouth Not knowing about something That was so culturally important However esoteric counted As much as a strike To my overall Sophistication and worthiness.
I know most might be able To disregard this slight And continue on But a pretentious snob Might not be able to do such And so I wonder if you Are one of them.
Can you withhold judgment Of my lack of knowledge Can you become the teacher Of this subject if you find it Of great importance? I wish I did not have to wonder But I do And so time will tell How much I will know More of you.
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My Muse Is Love A Poem
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Posted:Sep 11, 2019 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2019 5:19 pm
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I need that thrill That endorphin rush Of infatuation. When it is absent It is like I just go Through the motions.
So what would you this need? A love addiction? I think that would Probably be A good depiction.
I know when I am in The throes of love When endorphins Course through my blood. I am so inspired I can be so effing creative. It is my muse, is love.
Love of a person. A man might be Not at all like I imagine. He might be the opposite. But until I see the real him. While I am infatuated He is the object of love And my muse For the time being.
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Vague Possibilities A Poem
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Posted:Sep 9, 2019 1:40 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2020 10:37 pm
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This could be the week What possibilities! I am such a geek To have expectations. When I should just Let things be. Try and not Force things.
How vague! How vague indeed! But if you knew Of what I spoke You might judge me And think I am crazy! Ha! you probably already Came to that conclusion I would not blame you Could you possibly have Some forbearance. If I tell you that In a week hence I will reveal what all This gibberish meant?
But then again If nothing comes Of my hopes If I fail utterly If I am miserable I might not want To reveal what Could have been. I might want to hold That thought And since it is squashed Put it to rest In the bin With other trash.
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Ah Yes A Poem
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Posted:Sep 8, 2019 1:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2019 9:02 pm
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Ah yes, I have been noticing That phrase has popped up In quite a few Of my poems of late. What to do? It is a phrase that Holds true. It speaks volumes For a mood.
It is what it is. An emphasis. Ah yes, I will have that again. Ah yes, I wish it were still happening. Ah yes, It is positive. And it is better Than negative. Unless it is being Used for sarcasm.
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He was Less But More Than I Expected A Poem
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Posted:Sep 8, 2019 12:19 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2019 8:32 pm
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I found him to be Less than but more Than I expected How can opposites Like that happen?
He was not as judgmental That was all in my head. If I had known that before I might have been More relaxed. Instead I was less than The equal participant.
I should have taken Cues from him Been uninhibited. But was that ever me? Could I turn off my mind That has served To keep me safe From giving myself away? Ah yes reservations Have their place.
He was more But also less In that he could not Ever live up To my standards Of being understanding. How could he He would have to live In my head. Such dwelling was Not a vacation. It was more like A prison sentence.
I don't know if we Will be like we were. We were friends flirted teased anticipated actions That were aimed to please.
I know what I think But his mind is a mystery. I would like a second chance To prove that I can give him What he wanted most My pleasure first Before his own.
Yes that is also part of the more I had no idea he felt that His manhood was measured By the success of that action. A future rendezvous would Require my relaxation And then with my mind Turned off I could give him what We both really want Satisfaction In the form of my orgasm.
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I Know Where I Want To Be A Poem
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Posted:Sep 7, 2019 6:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2019 4:42 pm
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I know where I want to be. Next to you honey. By your side as we Sit and watch TV, Sports or a movie It doesn't matter All that much to me. Although I might swear If my team were losing. Your reaction would Be the same luckily.
I would love your hand On my thigh and knee Occasionally stroking Sometimes in a pattern But mostly just random.
I would love your hand To occasionally grab mine Make circles on my palm I would be hard pressed Not to moan. You would be devilish In your smile As you see how I am affected To see how I am turned on.
The sitting would just be One step along the way To a night filled with Positions that are different. Us standing together Kissing along the way To a room that has a bed. Me laying down You standing Then joining me In another close encounter Both of us supine Looking at one another.
Yes, that is where I want to be. By your side in a variety Of positions Clothes would be on One moment And off in the next instant. As we progress. To our ultimate togetherness.
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I Can Forget Briefly A Poem
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Posted:Sep 7, 2019 12:10 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2019 10:35 am
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I forget how much I wish you were mine. That doesn't make sense But it might in time.
It is those moments That haunt me Again and again When something Jars my memory Of how perfect Together we would be.
You are the one That got away A saying that is apt For the man who Inhabits my dreams. The man I can forget briefly But then he reappears Like a bad penny.
Like a superstitious fool If it were heads up I would grab it And make a wish For goodness knows That luck has not Been my friend In the love department.
I can forget briefly Should that be a relief? A reminder that Life is unfair But goes on And time dissipates And mitigates pain
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Mood For Talking A Poem
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Posted:Sep 5, 2019 9:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2019 9:45 am
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Mood For Talking
You ask And I might tell. But if not, Don't yell. Moods swell Give them their space. Give them their due. When they regain Their mooring To an even keel Then talking will Once again Hold an appeal.
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He Could Have My Heart A Poem
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Posted:Sep 3, 2019 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2019 10:34 pm
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He could have my heart. So easily would it be For him to pluck it Like an apple From a tree.
He could have my heart. He could be the one. To shift that paradigm The one where I love someone And that love is returned. Reciprocation of love What a novelty! An idea whose time Could come. If he is willing If he is wanting Such a thing.
My heart, my heart So ready to be his. I would present it Like the most precious gift. If I had an inkling That he was interested.
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In Flux A Poem
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Posted:Sep 3, 2019 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2019 7:03 pm
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So it was not as I had hoped. The chemistry less than . It was not exactly cold Just more like lukewarm.
We kissed along the trail. That was something new. It was not unlikable In fact it was rather Pleasant overall.
But then he reiterated His life was in flux He was not sure where He would be living IN a month. His temporary job Would end for a while He might decide the area. He wanted make aware That our getting together Might not last that long. He wanted to be a gentleman And not lead on.
I was kind of turned off I might have done more Get more affectionate And even passionate Had he kept his mouth shut. But I am glad He was honest And upfront.
We decided keep in touch Things could change We could still be friends. He was attracted to So that was a good thing. He was cool And had great taste In music and was mellow In his views. We could build upon Some activities If he finds the time If he sees it as worthwhile But I will let him Do the pursuing. I am leaving the ball In his court. And if he makes an effort I might be willing.
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Predicated Upon Chemistry A Poem
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Posted:Sep 2, 2019 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2019 7:04 pm
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So a walk at my favorite park. So back his place For the allure of a massage. Yes that formula Will be improved upon. The latter activity A tried and true turn on.
This is all predicated Upon our chemistry. Ah yes that element Of attraction And if actions Are smooth and fluid.
Goodness knows Things can turn be the opposite Of what we envision. So hopes while up Might be brought down Like that zeppelin The Hindenburg From long ago.
The fault of a gas Being flammable. How fitting that Hope can also burst When something leaks .
I am anxious have This maiden voyage Behind us ascertain the elements. discern if history Will be repeated Not like the Hindenburg But an encore Of a successful First meeting.
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