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 Hurting Poems
If only I could turn back time and relive my days with you,
I'd hold on tight with all my might when I found my way to you.
If only you knew how I felt lost when I knew what I left behind,
you'd understand why I felt the need to turn back the hands of time.
in Faith Poems
Heavenly Angels, Messengers of God, you speak to me with numbers of love:
111: Stay positive and know the desires of heart and soul.
222: Keep your faith alive and always trust in the Lord.
333: You are surrounded and loved by God above.
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.
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.
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?
When a vision of perfect happiness comes into view,
I know every dream leads me to you.
As I lie down to sleep under the stars that shine,
I dream of a time when you are mine.
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.
in Fantasy Poems
There's a place called home where everything feels right,
a place that's enchanting and beautiful and its own paradise,
a place of wonder and excitement and its own playland.
This place called home is known as wonderland.
in Christmas Poems
During this festive season of giving
there are many Christmas wishes you are deserving.
Because your gift of friendship is the best I've received,
your gift is these Christmas miracles to believe.