Wit.

An experiment!

Sparkling wit does stir hatred in this viral mind,

A plucking hand is swift to move upon mine,

Great forces never stand a chance to move him,

Sly grins have found a way to settle in line.

 

Making noises like fantastic farm animals,

I yeild only to pleasure myself only tender,

A wip has use for those that bend to will,

Beauty in paint for masters to come and render.

 

Make haste, make love, make blood to see,

Our hands rest south of tickle lines again,

Casual and meaningless is forever my friend,

To scream and yell and through my out, when?

 

Wispy curls I hate when scrathing upon skins,

Feelings are useless when aired and heal,

Greenery, tankless and glass display your heat,

I must get to you, for only me to feel.

Author's Note

Honesty always!

Reviews

[Hatesflippineggs]

Amazing!

[Emerald Seas]

A sensual poem, with a bite. Last stanza is edgy, yet you show desire in the end.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we must test life and know pain and pleasure. Easy to feel dead. Hard to know life. I like the desire and the description in this powerful poem.
"Make haste, make love, make blood to see,
Our hands rest south of tickle lines again,
Casual and meaningless is forever my friend,
To scream and yell and through my out, when?"
A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Marie]

Good poem, as always. But check the second verse. There should be no mistakes to detract from your beautiful work. I don't bother to point out errors in lesser writing.

[Rene Velez]

love the rhyme scheme in this, but you know I've always been a fan of your work, well done

[Poetic Beauty]

The last line explains the whole piece and sometimes that is easier said than done.

[Nobody.]

Nice flow. The emotions cut deep. felt it.

Cheers!
RG

[Amila Jay]

Some great rhymes in there. Interesting write:))

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Very interesting! The rhymes are great and each line produces an interesting image within the mind of the reader. Great job!