Saturday, November 12, 2005

Short Poems

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you, cause I was pissed.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
sugar is sweet,
and so are you.

But the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl’s empty
and so is your head.

I thought that I could love no other,
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
This describes everything you are not.

I want to feel,
your sweet embrace,
But don’t take that paper bag,
off of your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you, screwed up my life.

I see your face, when I am dreaming,
That’s why I always wake up screaming.

My love, you take my breath away,
What have you stepped in, to smell this way.

My feelings for you, no words can tell,
Except for maybe “go to hell”.


Scott W said...

Wouldst that we had love to make,
rather I would love to bake
a sweet and fattening layer cake.


Thank you for starting my Saturday morning off with a laugh.
I see you,
PS: Roses are red
Violet are blue
This blog is the bomb
But I fair soemthing as gone
JJ still hasn't gotten laid
Wondering if it has anything to
do with going to gay parades
She sucks at writing poems
But she continues to roam
Looking for that special guy
to bring her that place in the
Where she can have the big


Boy that writing that is..but I still see you.

Mr. H.K. said...

Now I'm depressed.

Jane King said...

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.

beissirissa said...

Interesting blog about your passion poems, keep up the good work passion poems

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Anonymous said...

wat a lame poem...mayb u shld go 2 hell...

Anonymous said...

fuck u u ass-hole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!