Inked In Attitude
Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.
Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.
in Relationship Poems
When power meets surrender, a contract is made,
consent is granted to trust and obey.
A willingness to submit, to relinquish control,
to surrender the body, to yield heart and soul.
I promise to be true to you tomorrow and today.
I promise I will love you. My love will never fade.
I promise to be there for you in good times and in bad.
I promise I will wear your ring and always hold your hand.
I love reading all the different poems. It put smile on my face and brightened my day. I feel happy each time I read these poems, and I am glad that I found Family friends poems. Thank you so...
Every day you cross my mind in memories that I treasure
like the times we use to travel and cook and the times we sang together.
I never got to say goodbye, but I'll never stop talking to you
and let you know how my day is going and share a memory or two.
Covid has taken away some of the best. I know you are in heaven, so I only grieve for the ones left behind...but could you just tell Jesus to let us feel your presence, and thank him for his...
When thunder and lightning begin to collide
to rock our world and cause a divide,
we'll hold on tight through the twists and turns
and remember the love inside us that burns.
A lovely poem - I'm sure many people will relate to it - like me. I will now look into the other poems you have written. Best wishes, Ann
The map of the heart is a rugged terrain
that throws you off course causing pleasure or pain.
Uncharted territory with no paths or roads
where battles are fought or love can grow.
I'm so delighted you chose to promote this poem, as through this I discovered the rest of your poems published by Family Friends. A wonderful discovery - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann.
Why do I fade to gray when everyone else is bright?
Why am I without color living between black and white?
Why am I held captive in a place that is unknown?
Why am I invisible and living in the gray zone?
Marcia,
It is now July 9, 2025.
Are things any better?
Prayers are with you, even though I do not know you except for your poems on this website.
God bless.
in Change Poems
I cherish the moments we once shared,
those were the times when Heaven was near.
But now I linger in the in-between
torn between the past and a future unforeseen.
Peggy, Thank you so much for your heartfelt message. I'm deeply moved to know that In-Between resonated with you and brought some comfort during this tender time in your life. I'm so sorry...
in God Poems
You are the music. You are the song.
You are the words of truth and love.
You are the voice that speaks to our heart.
You are the music, the song of our heart.
Actually, there is music to this poem that was created in 2013.
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember our first kiss goodnight,
the hug we shared that summer's night.
I believe this poem had been written for my spouse and me to let us know that what we share is much greater than the trials we had faced and will ever face. It reminds us of the times we had...