Poems about lay



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№ 1207444

To lay

I would thank... you
There is such beauty in your... pain
And there is the... healer in. me.
But the ache let's me know I'm alive
I've loved you in my hea(rt)d
And my hea(d)rt longs to. know. you. more.
I was so rarely lonely... before,. . I met you
... and it doesn't/wouldn't/couldn't/won't have
To make sense to anyone,. . but me and {maybe} you
//how you seeped into my bones//linger in my mouth//your pirate smile smuggles my thoughts//
And,... tell me now, darling; how do I get
Through... tonight... today
{knowing you are out there}
And we con-nect-ed...
SO... ManY... Dots...
Andwordsmatter.
When it went // silen. t. //
Well...
It just knocked me to the floor...
... and i've been laying/lying/laid/lain there
Ever...
... since...


lay.

Author: TreadingWater
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Date: 04/04/2020


№ 1199681

AS SHE LAY SLEEPING.

It's the fifth hotel room
In as many days
The fifth morning waking
And standing there

By the window
Watching her sleep
And he thinks
No one sleeps

Like she does
No one seems to enjoy
Sleep like she does
As if she were born to it

And he lets his eyes
Rest on her
For a few moments
Lets them move

Over her lying there
Wanting to climb
Back in bed
And make love to her

But not while she's sleeping
Of course
Although he did
Years before

With some other woman
That plump one
Who had drunk herself
Into a slumber

And had said
Before she had nodded off
We must make love
And so he had

But it had been no fun
It had no satisfaction
He recalls
Taking in

The sleeping woman
Before him how
She barely seems to breathe
As she sleeps

And he moves closer
And puts his ear
Near to her
Careful not to let

His breath wake her
His warm breath
Stir her awake
She is moody if woken

Before time
Will sulk over breakfast
Down stairs
In the hotel restaurant

With a face like thunder
Sitting at the table
Staring down
At her cereal bowl

Picking at the food
Sipping coffee
No best to let her sleep
He thinks as he moves away

Takes in her red night dress
The one he'd bought
In Chicago
And the store girl

Had looked at him
As he stood there
With it in his hands
And smiled

And the girl had
A kind of sexy smile
One of those smiles
That seemed to say

Wish we were an item
Wish that red nightie
Was for me
But it wasn't

And he left the store
With it wrapped up
In a neat package
And gave it to her

Just before
They came away
And her eyes opened up
When she saw it

And she's worn it
The last five nights
And it has soaked her up
Into its cloth now

Her perfume
Her perspiration
Her skin touching it
And it enfolding her

Like a mother
And o look at her
Sleeping there
He says to himself

Look how she sleeps
Her red hair
Matching her nightdress
O he wants to hold her

And kiss her
And feel her close
O how he wants
To enter her

And explode within her
She lets out
A soft sigh
He stands still

His hand in his pockets
She breathes out
One long sigh
If only she would wake

He muses
His tongue
At the corner
Of his mouth

If only she would turn now
And say
Come on
Come and make love to me

But she doesn't
She moves her leg
Her toes move
Her buttocks twitch

Her fingers scratch an itch
Wake up Sweetheart
He mumbles
Wake up

His disappointed self says
Wake up you bitch.


lay,  sleeping.

Author: Terry Collett
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Date: 28/03/2020

№ 1194318

Let Me Lay

My thoughts found in tears
Let me lay with you this last time
Let me put my face on your chest
And let me hear your heart beat
No matter what my mood
No matter what the day...

Let me lay, let me shed my tears
In your heart, in this losing battle
Its hard not to call, to hear your mighty voice
Its hard to turn away
My tears give way to fears
The joy seems to dissolve away...

My arms ache, just wanting to feel you
My lips are chapped needing your kisses
My body aches wanting and needing so much...

I find myself looking to the stars
Out the simple window of pain
I curl up on my pillows and cry the night away...

So Please let me lay, just one more time
Let me look at your wonderful face
Let me search your wonderful heart
Just don't walk away...

Debbie Brooks 2014


lay.

Author: Deborah Brooks Langford
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Date: 23/03/2020

№ 1194270

Lay Lines~

Last night
I fell asleep with the computer on my lap
All curled up in my over stuffed chair in front of the fire

My hair was a mess, tossed up in a barrette
Wearing only a t-shirt and panties
My blanket holding me in place of a dream

The dream, was of you
Taking your lips and kissing each toe
While you move the blanket off to the side

Your hands reaching up my soft legs
With tender loving touches
Your tongue would linger there

In silk, black with red
Soft against my skin
While your teeth gently tug to remove it

My long blond hair
Full and curled lay across my breasts
Where you savagely land your hungry desire

In my dream I was a map that you explored
The peaks the valleys, the caverns deep
My moans land like echos on your ears

You strip me of my desire
Fulfilling every want and need
You navigate my lay lines well

*Startled, I wake up to find
My cat licking my toes, purring softly
The fire had faded, my body very awake in my dream of you


lay,  lines.

Author: Lily Mae
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Date: 23/03/2020


№ 1194129

Lay Abed 1964.

Milka lay on her bed.
The window was open
To let in air on the warm

Summer's night. Moonlight
In a corner, few stars
Visible from where she lay.

The soft pillow held her
Head in a gentle hug. She
Had discarded her nightwear,

And lay naked gazing at
The full moon. Benny had
Been there earlier that day.

They had been in this very
Bed making love. Now she
Was alone. Her parents were

Downstairs watching TV,
She could hear the distant
Sounds in her head. She

And Benny making love
While her mother was out
Shopping and her father on

The farm, and her brothers
Gone fishing. She was hot.
Sweat lay on her wet brow.

She wished that Benny was
With her in her present now.


lay.

Author: Terry Collett
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Date: 23/03/2020

№ 1194057

Black sheep lay

. .
I am the forth
The last
The unwanted
The mistake
And all of my life it has seemed this way
My brothers both where my fathers sons
And i was always more like my mom
Yet my sister is first in both their hearts
Its like i had no chance right from the start
Still I'm alive though no one cares
They through me out to make room for her
My sister was always horrible to me
She left scars burned into my skin
They never heal though i try to forgive
My life it seem there's no point to live
My flickering flame becomes dimmer and dimmer
The light fades from my eyes
As worlds turns grey
And i lay down to pass away.


black,  lay,  sheep.

Author: Beneath my willow weeping
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Date: 23/03/2020


№ 1185488

On Bitter Covers Lay

Evil words were spoken
On bitter covers lay
Praying to him who all kneel before
Most holy
To cleanse sins away

Regrets of choices made
In the early dew of youth
Stand before the judge of the universe
Stripped of earthly body
Remains the glaring truth

Forced to recline on bitter covers
In anxiety and fear until the creator call
Beaming with arrogance
Reflections of heavens gates in pious eyes
To hell the black soul did fall
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U. S. Copyright
Act, 17 U. S. C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Dec 18, 2013


bitter,  covers,  lay.

Author: Tammy M Darby
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Date: 15/03/2020

№ 1180404

Lay Scalpel

Can stone heart be removed from rock?
Ignorance simply plucked.
Leaving a clean city veil?
It stares with clarity your fracture.
It falls when both grow frail.
All wars are carved of this.
One slip can evil entail.


lay,  scalpel.

Author: john p green
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Date: 11/03/2020

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