The poem describes a mysterious, loyal raven who watches over the speaker from a branch beneath the sky. With glossy dark feathers, the raven appears during moonlit nights, offering small, humble gifts like a stone or silver ring rather than riches, symbolizing affection and devotion. Despite storms and changing weather, the raven always returns, suggesting steadfast loyalty and a deep emotional bond. The poem portrays the raven as wise and intuitive, understanding that the truest comfort is found in closeness and companionship. Ultimately, it reflects themes of enduring love, protection, and a free yet faithful spirit that remains near the one it cares for.

This is a poem about the love I’ve felt for one I fell in love with. Although she has simply been a main muse in my life I accept that she has offered me some form of peace and comfort in myself. I hope one day maybe she may be more than words to me. But until then I have found new inspiration from her encouragement.

Years I’ve been writing and I’ve always found solace in doing so. It may not be the greatest but it comes from my heart and means a lot to me to keep doing what I’ve always loved!!

This is a simple poem that speaks of that ever lasting gift which is love. It is something I wrote that I felt came together rather well!! I do hope all readers enjoy.

Listen to Your Body: If a position causes discomfort, cramping, or shortness of breath, stop immediately. Your comfort is the priority.

This a tale of one of my first risqué adventures with men & my new sexual genesis as a newly Bi Latin guy wanting & yearning the newfound experiences of what it's like to be with a man intimately whilst bein an army brat & in a strict household while maintaining the secret of me bein attracted to men. I decide it's time to experiment & with a tall Hot Latino Soldier; I thought why not knockout my bucket list two words... Dick & Exhibitionism.

This story is about two young lovers but..were they ever really lovers..? Read more and find out more about their intriguing relationship!

This is a Poem of Longing to find the one the Soul has always been looking for. with enough determination, persistence and faith, the soul's match will come to light!

Look for the woman who has the courage to be "wrong" on her own terms rather than "right" by the standards of a group. You deserve a partner who is the captain of her own ship, not a passenger in someone else’s fleet.

Everyone has a story. Mine starts with a small group of friends, a broken heart I never saw coming, and a version of myself I barely recognize anymore.

Maybe a love poem with part of my heart within it. All my thoughts from a hopeful view put into words. Words that add up to "i love you!!"

A poem of her, a poem of she. A poem of missing her endlessly. A poem thats part of you and me. A poem i hope one day she will read. I poem of love for her my Queen.

A poem about life and love, losing and finding love. Hopelessness and hopefulness. A personal depiction of my past.

Where Time Begins. Poetry from the heart and words from the soul. A poem about love, summer moments and two souls in love. Somewhat fancy free and somewhat light hearted.

This poem captures the struggle of singleness and the suffering of loneliness that one endures for growth in a relationship with God.

*Quelque Chose De Parfait* French Love Poem My first poem I wrote in French. I took 4 years of French and I still can't understand when it's spoken to me. But I put my heart and soul into this so that the person I love could hear it and not understand until I wanted them to.

*Someone's Sacrifice* What is life if you are constantly sacrificing for someone else's happiness? A story/poem

Audio Ghost — Synopsis In the highest vaults of Heaven, where music is the language of creation, God performs an act that shocks even the eldest seraphim: He raises an Archangel out of Hell. His name is TJ Machiavelli, once the greatest worship musician in celestial history — a composer whose harmonies could steady storms and whose rhythms could ignite galaxies. But centuries ago, pride fractured him, and he fell. Now, God retrieves him, scarred, humbled, and wrapped in black from head to toe. He wears a black welding mask with a tinted visor to hide the damage Hell carved into his face. His wings are gone. And when he plays — whether the church organ or the cosmic turntables — God keeps him chained, not as punishment, but as protection. TJ’s heart is powerful but unstable, easily swayed by longing, admiration, and the emotional intensity of music itself. One radiant Sunday morning, during a worship gathering in Heaven, TJ sees Petra Bumbleton, an angel... O.A.

a couple steeped with tension finally break the silence. prompt found from Pintrest and photo found from google

Keeping a woman in her feminine energy and forever interested in you requires a deep understanding of her needs, desires, and nature.