About Doomedpoet

Doomedpoet is single and is seeking females for friendship or a serious relationship.

news flash - back on the market

hiya before ya read the rest of this - just to allay the fears of ladies in free dating - if i have added you to my faves *dont panic* it just means u caught my interest in a forum or i liked your profile or even that your picture is so nice that i like to pop back to it an rest my eyes upon it - and lets be fair here ladies if i can put my ugly mug on here then so can you -
so sorry but NO PIC = NO ANSWER and please talk to me - dont just wink - WINKERS WILL BE BLOCKED winkers with no piccie will be blocked twice lol

ok now for the hard part im fat bald and ugly (see picture)im a kitchen fitter general builder but some how im becoming a poet -go figure- kids and other small animals seem to like me though - and they are hard to fool so maybe im ok hey tell ya what ill stick some of my poems in here they tell a bit more about me than i can really say---

once there was a woman,
i talked to on the net.
after weeks of talking
one day we finally met

petite slender toned and fit
she awoke me deep inside,
i felt the stirrings in my chest
of emotions i must hide.

one evening we took a walk
around a moonlit lake
the urge to hold her in my arms
made my whole body quake

when we parked to say goodnight
our lips did gently touch
our passions flared up from inside
and grew with every touch

then reason overcame her
and i walked sadly home
she went to her lonely bed
both apart and both alone

we met again and passion soared
our kisses hot and yearning
our clothes fell round us on the floor
our skins like fires burning

but passion spent she had to go
she left me with a kiss
in my heart a worry grew
some thing was amiss

from that day excuses grew
meetings turned aside
distance came between us
and my lonely heart then cried

so now i pretend to be happy
when on the web we chat
deep inside my heart was broke
but i cant tell her that

so i wrote it in a poem
to exorcise the pain
of passions killed before
the spark became a flame

and heres another

My eyes are dry, no more tears to shed.
as I lie here tonight, in my lonely bed.

I close my eyes, and I start to dream.
your warmth beside me, or so it would seem.

my body shivers, it remembers much.
the feel of your lips, the warmth of your touch.

the look in your eyes, that set me aflame.
the passionate way, you whispered my name.

the warmth in your eyes, that never deceive.
the love in your touch, I came to believe.

the feel of your body, pressing to mine.
the surge of need, as our bodies entwine.

your sweet gentle words, your hands on my skin.
the need growing stronger, as you touched me again.

my eyes slowly open, as the tears start to fall.
I awake from the dream, you've left after all.

THE WILTED ROSE
In a vase on the shelf is a rose
Its been there for a long time
Was bought by me for my true love
but now shes no longer mine

When I bought her the rose she still loved me
Now it seems like forever ago
It was in the last week of summer
Before the autumns winds blow

I sit here rememberin the days in the sun
When we walked through the woods hand in hand
Or the days when we went to the sea
And played like kids in the sand

But now the woods are cold and empty
The beach now seems like a chore
And the rose still sits in its jar
me? guess im alone once more

so theres a challenge could you inspire my next poem ??
well thats me

contact me and tell me about you?