Kissing Curse

Oh what a wicked one was she
An entrancing beauty both inside and out
Men couldn’t help but notice her as she passed them by
Filling them with a deep want to know her more
Her teasing ways led many astray
On rocks they crashed
Where their hearts were dashed
Fluttering her eyes and entrancing them with her smile
Let all the gents beguiled
This power she had was what she craved
But under this came a downfall so steep
On so many with her wickedness she did slay
Making them fall for her so deep
But when they felt they had caught her
A feeling came to them so perverse
What a sickening feeling inside did stir
On those lips dripped the poison of her kissing curse
They would lose their mind
And their life in time!


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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/

Misty Morning Melancholy

As the darkness of night fades away
Before the brightness of the coming day
She sits upon a bed made for two
Another night she has made it through
Counting each moment, they are apart
Her heart was his from the very start
Knowing that the time grows short
The words of his love upon which she finds support
Upon this morn she finds no jolly
It is nothing but another misty morning melancholy


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Prompt Courtesy: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/02/01/february-2019-writing-prompts/

Wounds of My Past

Deep pains that I thought would never pass

Scars of my youth I tried to stay hidden

Running from what I thought was so wrong

Hiding within a mask wishing I would never be found

All these traumas and bruises of what I believed not right

Kept me from you and out of the light

For years I hid from you what was hidden in my head

I thought I was a monster who should have been dead

You came to me with only your tenderness

I hid from you in the wilderness

Then a day came where it all began to crack

Letting my guard down I came out of the black

Opening up to you about my pains and my past

I thought you would flee

But instead you stayed with me

Freedom I found that day not long ago

Breaking these chains from my that which held me low

With that freedom came a love I had denied

It flowed from me like river run wild

My scars and pains laid bare

A love I have for you is eternal I swear


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Love Turned Cold

A tale of a torrid love affair
Of flames burning high into the sky
The intensity like heat blasting like a furnace
Like a wildfire scorching across the land
A supernova burning hot in the night
Over time that love did wane
To smoldering embers of their love burning out
Nothing but hot coals of what was left of their heated love affair
Slowly burning until nothing was left but ash
Ashes of the remains of their torrid heated love turned cold
The foundations of what was meant to last forever
Now a ruin forgotten in time


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Believe it or not the idea for this poem came to me while watching The Avengers: Infinity War.  LOL

A blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume.

Within a moment in time
Feeling the miles that separate us
Fleeting pictures of you in my mind
Wishing for the time to go by
The thought of your touch
A dream of your kiss
Looking upon the face of my angel
Your voice calling out my name in passion
So many images run through my head
As I wrap myself on this cold winter night
Dreaming the dream that is my one true love
To be back in your arms
For the rest of our days
All these thoughts of you run through my soul
As I sit here under a blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume
Swirling in my head.


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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/12/01/december-writing-prompts-2/

Captivating Confines

Lost in a world of make believe

A mind of wonder and illusion

Places we have yet to perceive

Hides his wonders in seclusion

 

Amazing creatures of every kind

Colors that dazzle the eye

Things you would never find

Maybe they have them in Shanghai

 

His mind delves in to the unknown

Worlds of undiscovered amazement

Often it seems like a danger zone

Such an anticipated engagement

 

Such a place of fascination

All wrapped up within his mind

Written in his narration

Within the walls of his captivating confines

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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/

Lipstick Lover

A slight tinge of red so dizzies my head
Maybe that purple passion is what’s in fashion
That fluorescent color of green is not my scene
A dark hue of burgundy would be my candy
An alluring hot pink I think
A deep lush brown for out on the town
That cherry red would look hot while we are in bed
Satiny smooth would hit the right groove
Midnight blue could be my cue
So many colors to choose
That would put us in the mood
Your lips are what I choose to discover
You are my sultry lipstick lover

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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/

Ogre Orange

Treats are so neat

Even monsters think they can’t be beat

What kind of flavors do they adore

Or should I say abhor

But believe it or not

I heard this from a ghoul made of snot

The flavor they crave the most

Was told to me by a ghost

It’s a flavor of Ice Cream

It makes the monsters scream

The flavor they seek

Sounds unique

An Ogre Orange Cone

They consume by a gravestone

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Writing Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

The Trolls of Twilight

Beware the night
When the moon is at full light
The fog rolls across the marsh
A chill in the bones so harsh
It can bring a shiver up your spine
What lurks in the shadow’s blind
You can hear the whisper in the trees
A sound that will make you freeze
What can be moving within those woods
Something you dread moving into your neighborhood
They will frighten you at first sight
The trolls of twilight

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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

Worrisome Wailings

Through the walls
And down the halls
The only sound that was heard
Was the moaning and the groaning
What could make such a sound
Was it pleasure or was it pain
Always at night
When the moon was bright
The worrisome wailings
Left my courage failing
What could it be
Should I go see
Well maybe I will wait until first light
So, I don’t die from fright

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Writing Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

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