Poems about taste

I feel every touch,
Every heart beat,
The soft taste of your lips
I see every shining light in your icy blue eyes
Then I fall back to reality
Waking without you

Back then
The love
You always gave to me
Knowing when my heart
Was starving
And me
Giving nothing back
The memory leaves
A sour taste
On my tongue

When the lust kicks in
Your whole world spins
Hoping for a taste of sin

Come
Closer
I won't bite
A drop of sweet
A pinch of spice
A fiery heat
A
Hash of ice
Cooling flavour
A warm surprise
Passionate blend
Good and bad to find
You came closer...
I do bite!

I
Hope
You won't
Mind

Why are all of my favourite things
The worst for me?

Drooling from pharmaceuticals,
And being told what's beautiful.
Recklessly using our mandibles,
And idolizing party animals.
No time to get personal,
Cuz I must go out and buy the product being scammed on this commercial.

Back.

Intelligence being blinded by fear,
So many don't pay mind, too full of beer
And confused why they can't see clear,
Or even eye to eye with their closest peer.

Time spent pointing fingers
And wondering why "bad luck" lingers.
A society high on measurements and value measured by possessions.
The "Iwant" society diseased with obsessions.

Sold opinions with television and magazines,
Never realizing the atrocities behind the scenes.
More psych evaluations and pills to swallow,
Or open love connections and spirituality to follow?

Many homeless, while uninhabited homes shows a higher amount.
Pop-culture won't show ya, can the counter-culture even count?
Fatty fast food paired with fast athletes, just to get a meager billion some dollars.
There's still time to change though, which is why we need to bother.

Too cheap to buy selfless items, well then at least pay attention.
See me for clarity, there's a wealth of info I didn't mention.

The poem formerly known as 'First taste of bitter' has been rewritten to reflect the lovely people who inhabit this etheral poetic wonderland that is home to many and a refuge to many - inspired by HP's own Elsa
- thank you Elsa: ))

My first taste of HP

I was welcomed right away
Day one I had three friends
Peter Hamilton, Cecil and Ana
Is where my HP journey began

From another site I'd arrived
Not seeking fortunes or fame
Just a place to share poems
With people who feel the same

I've always been so welcome here
~ always made to feel at home
Thats down to the friendly poets
Who you all are, you know.

So many, many friendly souls
My, how that list has grown
Thank you HP - I glad I came...
I no longer feel alone



Special thank also to - Poetessa Diabolica, Niamh, Coleen, Shanna, Wolf, Brandon, Evie, ridicule, Beryl Dov, Donna and Sleeping Bag. Much love to everyone who knows me. X

You brought the roses, you brought the lights.
You couldn't help but shine in the moonlight.
A cute green dress, with those boots I love.
But somehow the wine was poison.
I thought the smile was only to ease your pain.
Then I saw your lips and they started moving.

You love me and you hate me.
Your tired of this invisible heartbreak.
Unfamiliar lies and a a bad taste.
It seems a thread in your broken heart came loose.
And I was in the way.
How was I supposed to know our love was never meant to be saved?

Your crooked heart was foreign speaking.
You walked up to me, grabbed my chest to speak but I stopped you.
I kinda new what was coming.
It wasn't hiding it wasn't that hard to see.

You love me and you hate me.
Your tired of this invisible heartbreak.
Unfamiliar lies and a a bad taste.
It seems a thread in your broken heart came loose.
And I was in the way.
How was I supposed to know our love was never meant to be saved?