My sofa

Tired and weary i stumble into the room,
Missing the door and falling onto the broom.
On my knees, i crawl to the sofa chair,
And decide that i will be sleeping there.
Senses numbed, alcohol has taken place,
Pint after pint, with chase after chase.
The jeans come off without a second thought,
And off comes the t-shirt that i just bought.
The party goes on in the rest of the house,
But on this sofa, theres no sign of noise - not even a mouse.
Then as i lay, the door opens real slow,
I notice the hair, as my eyes lower below.
It is sophie, the blonde we shared a drink before,
And she walks in so quiet, as she closes the door.
'Are you ok?' - her soft voice did ask,
I nodded so quick, which i found a task...

She sat beside me, and started stroking my wrist,
Fiddling with my fingers, and stroking my fist.
Talk went on, and then came the kiss,
My drunken mind was now surely in bliss.
My hand held her head, and stroked through her hair,
Shortish and blonde, sexy and fair.
Slowly she took off her pullover top,
And for a split second i wanted to stop.
'what if were caught?' she shook her cute head,
'My boyfriend isnt here' is all that she said.
She stood up and took off the blue denim jeans,
This is what goes on when your deep in your teens.
Down to her ankles, she climbed onto my self,
Kissing and stroking, i thought i would melt.
One hour later, wiping the sweat ,
I knew this would be a moment i wouldnt forget.
She kissed me once more, and then held my palm,
She wasnt phased, she had caused no harm .
Back to the door, then out to the hall,
Laid on my own, i felt a bit small....

Adultery was the case, it was what i just done,
But no matter what it was, it was only some fun .
Nine months later, a knock on the door,
That night in may wasnt fun anymore.
A pram and a baby, a young chap named joe,
As for the plans for university, i had to let go .
Stuck in a flat, with a baby to raise for us two,
This is a warning that i send to you.
Fun is fun, and games are games,
But you use protection, or there will be so much pain.

WOW! That was brill Ste omg.........

Luv yr poems *hugs*

just a little bored lol.

might do another soon! well in the mood!

YES!! do as many as ,,,i wuv weading them

The blind man

Waking in the AM, he feels the sun on his face,
And after getting ready, feels down for his lace.
He has learnt to tie them up, and to listen well,
When he lost his sight he thought he was bound for hell.
A successful kind of man, respected by many,
And when he hears the tramp playing, he always drops a penny.
No stick and no dog, just the eyes in his ears,
Listening to the peoples shoes, and he knows when they near.
Home to his wife, touching her waist,
The sight he once had cannot be traced.
But he has many skills, a great singing voice,
God chose to blind him, only his choice.
He isnt disabled, he learnt to get by,
Walking and falling, he would break down and cry.
But a tough mind he now has, a great beaming smile,
Only one wish left, to sail down the Nile....

Two small children, bobby and Dan,
I have the upmost admirance for this sort of man.
I see him every morning, and do shake his hand,
We sit on the bench, talk and he understands.
He hears things i dont, the birds pecking the seed,
The small ants working, down in the weeds.
The beating of wings, or the drop of a crisp,
The tone of a voice, or even a lisp.
What a great man, pure within his own self,
Working so hard, to try earn his wealth.
So goodbye i say, as i depart to my job,
And as i watch him stumble off, i cant help but to sob.

OMG Ste i cant believe u think of them so quick! That was fab too.....

Just Her

When the postman came, and the letter feel down,
I wearily opened it with a slight frown.
It was hand written, travelled for miles,
On the back it said 'sent with a smile'.
So off came the seal, and i opened it up,
And took another sip from my coffee cup.
I noticed the handwriting right off the bat,
On my legs i felt the tail f the cat.
It was from her, the one i had lost,
All of the memoirs is what i had tossed.
She said she had news, she was moving back home.
Her mother had died, she would be living alone.
I wondered if i should let her back in my life,
A few years ago i thought she would be my wife.
She had left for no reason, other than him,
The boy from the club, i think his name was Tim...

...Apparently he had cheated, and told her to go,
And she had walked miles for miles, cold in the snow.
She broke my heart, but now she is by herself,
Should i catch up, ask about life and her health.
I was torn with the two, i didnt want to be hurt again,
All of the suffering, all of the pain.
I still sit here with the letter, looking at the number on the back,
All of the commense sense that she would so lack.
I weep at the thought of her wanting my heart,
She could of had it right from the start.
So in the garden i sit, lighter by my side,
I watch the letter drop, as the flames make it subside.
Not a chance i think, i have to move on,
Love in a letter, but she did me so wrong.

Amazing!

Title; Paula...... (make it a gud one!lol)

Paula

I know only two paula's, a neighbour and one more,
And secretly alone, my child she does bore.
But with jokes aside, she doesnt let me down,
Online on pool, we have a laugh and a clown.
Classed as a friend, everyday we catch up,
Talking about things, even presents as pups.
Always up for a laugh, she is so kind,
Keeps her body in shape, as well as her mind.
A scouse lass all the way, always brings me a smile,
Laughing at the screen for most of the while.
Charming and fun, in the forums we post,
And i think the high score goes to her, posting the most.
Paula, the girl who is hardly ever sad,
And when you feel down she does so make you glad.
One day she will meet the love of her life,
And will give a lucky man, a really good wife.
In her twenties, so much time to go,
She should travel the world, maybe to Tokyo...

...So refreshing is her touch, the lightest of all,
Can make a huge problem seem so small.
Paula, the girl we all cherish and love,
The kindness of a saint, the beauty of a dove.
Dont ever leave here, our voices will echo in the room,
And if you have a break make sure your back soon.
In fact take my hammock, you deserve it so much,
And would make a better lounger, a better sight as such.
So when your downhearted, come back here and read,
For in your mind i hope this poem does seed.
To remind you that your fab, and that life does go on,
Forever and always, may your joy be so long.

OMG! *HUGSSSSSSSSSSS* Thankyou sooooooooooo much ffs i had a tear then Ste....
I honestly thought u was gonna do a jokey one!!! but hey, i much prefer that And i will NEVER forget these poems EVA


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Can I be best man?

PMSL! nah were mates ! Dam sueezy i thought ya done a poem then! hahah

Happily married are paula an ste
Little did he know it, little did she
For i signed the papers
And said the i do's
Yet forgot to tell them
of the incredible news


Tadaaa

OMG OMG OMG Ste those poems where amazing!!! i loveeeeeee them too *hugs* oh and squeezy ures was great too

ok title is:......Love

OMG! PMSL! Right Ste if were married.........That garden needs doing, out the rubbish out,walk th dog, fix the toilet seat, decorate the living room,,,and erm,,,,,,, Can i have some money plz?? i need new shoes!
LMAO @ SQUEEZY
Yep stephy they r fab arent they?