Infatuation Poems
50. My ADHD Of The Month
by Kea Campbell
You might just be my ADHD of the month,
But my mind keeps running to you, replaying the gentleness of your touch.
It might just be my deprivation of love,
But with every chance, my heart is quick to lend its trust.
I no longer lust, nor do I desire the unjust,
But when you fill my head and steal my breath, I must deny my flesh just to convince myself that your presence is enough.
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My Mind Her Playground
by Nicole B
She was always lurking in the shadows of my mind.
As I entertained the thoughts of her she would come out to play.
She coyly ran and hid as fast as I wished to regain focus.
I never quite understood why she had stayed for so long.
At least that was until I realized I had never asked for her to go away.
Infatuation or True Affection ?
by mv venkataraman
Daily I would think of her only always,
Whenever she was not seen,
That would create a hell for me,
I would brood over and worry,
My mind would be out of joy,
When she was seen one day,
My peace would be restored,
She would fill my dreams,
In my dreams, I would wander,
Without seeing her anywhere,
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Erato My Muse of Love and Poetry. (Part 1)
by erato mymuse
The poet in me has been stirred to write in poetry
the great feelings of ecstasy when my lovely Muse I see.
Such idealised womanhood portrayed as a goddess,
dressed as only a woman could and festooned in loveliness.
Draped in grace and grandeur, with beauty everlasting,
her charming shape and splendour, all Muses surpassing.
He stood there in the presence of such divinity
seduced by the very essence of her femininity.
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Fragment, a beautiful Fantasy
by Darryl_M Unspecified
Written on the pillars of my heart, is your love.
Written on the stems of my attention, is your beauty.
Written on the roots of my thoughts, is your picture.
Written on the seeds of my emotions, is your presence.
Seeds sown by the sower with a shovel of dote.
Cultivating the fields of my heart, with tender, love and care.
Draw nigh unto me, see our future noted in my eyes.
See the flowers of my faith blossom in your smile.
See the flames of my love make the sun dull.
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50. My ADHD Of The Month
by Kea Campbell
You might just be my ADHD of the month,
But my mind keeps running to you, replaying the gentleness of your touch.
It might just be my deprivation of love,
But with every chance, my heart is quick to lend its trust.
I no longer lust, nor do I desire the unjust,
But when you fill my head and steal my breath, I must deny my flesh just to convince myself that your presence is enough.
......
Infatuation or True Affection ?
by mv venkataraman
Daily I would think of her only always,
Whenever she was not seen,
That would create a hell for me,
I would brood over and worry,
My mind would be out of joy,
When she was seen one day,
My peace would be restored,
She would fill my dreams,
In my dreams, I would wander,
Without seeing her anywhere,
......
Erato My Muse of Love and Poetry. (Part 1)
by erato mymuse
The poet in me has been stirred to write in poetry
the great feelings of ecstasy when my lovely Muse I see.
Such idealised womanhood portrayed as a goddess,
dressed as only a woman could and festooned in loveliness.
Draped in grace and grandeur, with beauty everlasting,
her charming shape and splendour, all Muses surpassing.
He stood there in the presence of such divinity
seduced by the very essence of her femininity.
......
Day dreams
by Prem Sarito
What have I done?
The heart opens, the mind wanders,
I fret I will be shown once more the fool.
No matter, enjoy the moment, tomorrow there may be pain.
¿Qué he hecho?
El corazón se abre, la mente divaga,
Me preocupa que se me muestre una vez más al tonto.
No importa, disfruta el momento, mañana puede haber dolor.
Broken Boomerang
by Hannah Sokoya
Throwing my black girl magic your way.
Bending and snapping, (in blonde legalese)
Picking up the instrument of seduction,
aim- unfettered by distraction
Thump on the barren sand
my efforts land.
The love that stays where it's put.
Broken boomerang.
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