Jamaican Love Poems, Love under the Caribbean Stars


Love under the Caribbean stars is a poetry book filled with verses and expressions made by people inspired by love and infatuation. It encapsulates the romantic whispers, euphoric emotions and intimate moments. Enjoy this brief journey.

Denise N. Fyffe

Love under the Caribbean stars is a poetry book filled with verses and expressions made by people inspired by love and infatuation. It encapsulates the romantic whispers, euphoric emotions and intimate moments. Enjoy this brief journey.

My readers include a large sect that live for these poems. I enjoy seeing their glee and pleasure when they read through a couple lines of the book; soon they return with stories about sharing these lines with loved ones.-Poetess Denise Fyffe”

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Jamaican Love Poems, Sensuous One


Sensuous One, is a book of love and erotic poems. It includes poetry of a sensual nature that relates infatuation, love and romance. Love is a universal language and as such the author’s dialect, patois, is often used in the poetic verses as well.

Denise N. Fyffe

Sensuous One, is a book of love and erotic poems. It includes poetry of a sensual nature that relates infatuation, love and romance. Love is a universal language and as such the author’s dialect, patois, is often used in the poetic verses as well. This book includes poetry that relates the emotions surrounding relationships, feelings, desires and unrequited love. It also speaks to the unspoken thoughts that people have about those they like, admire and respect.

This book has a selection of love poems that I have written over the last ten years. Certainly they are flavored with the seasoning that is Jamaica. The emotions are true and raw; nothing is withheld.

My readers include a large sect that live for these poems. I enjoy seeing their glee and pleasure when they read through a couple lines of the book; soon they return with stories about sharing these lines with loved…

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Jamaican Poetry: Senses


Eyes see

ears hear,

nose smell, yes they smell;

skin feels,

mouth taste,

tongue play, or so they say;

Feet walk, when they refuse to stand,

hands touch, when they refuse to lift;

Minds think, of all sort of things.

This is life, the basic and full of it.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

 

Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe

Jamaican Poetry: Feelings, feel the way I do


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2011, Poetess Defy, Denise Fyffe

I don’t want to feel the way I do //

I can’t have you when I want you
I can’t have you when I need you;
I feel you in the sexual core of me
But you are like a desire
Which, there is no one else who can feed //;

This burning desire inside
That no one else has the extinguisher to subside;
I want you on a daily
But when I need to see you it’s a maybe or some other time;

I want to touch you and feel you near
I want to caress your loins and feel you throbbing there;
The more I try to pull away
The more I feel these emotions
Refusing to let me go and you to stay //;

It’s like a tidal wave inside
And I hate feeling vulnerable
Wanting to slink away and hide //;

I have no want for you to know how you affect me
Or even how you make me weak
What I desire, can you give?
Even though for others you have time, and give
Freely;

But am I even on that list?
Sometimes I wonder am I an emotional hideaway
Or temporary tryst //;

The possibilities messes with my head
And I wonder, if it’s a difficult road that lies ahead;
I don’t want to feel the way I do
Even though I have prayed to meet this form of you;

Why does it have to be so hard?
Why can’t I have, what I want?
Why can’t I get what I need?
Why does it feel like, there is no room with you, for me?

Jamaican Poetry: Love, Slain


By: Denise defy Fyffe.
Copyright © 2010, defy, Denise Fyffe

The breeze whips my hair like fall leaves
Covering my face
Covering my vision
Of you;
I turn
And look in the direction where you went
My heart moans and vent
As it already misses that deep musk
Lingering,
I smell you;
My eyes turn into water pumps
Newly tapped by hurt
As you desert
The love, you left here;
And I sigh
As I realize,
You will no longer be at my side;
And I sigh
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;
My finger creeps to secure a hold of the door frame
Newly named,
The place where our love was slain;
My knees shift as the shakes overtake them
And then, my backbone bends
And sounds unheard rip from my heart
Ricocheting,
Off tongue and throat walls;
And I cry,
Silently I cry
As I realize
You will no longer be at my side;
And I cry
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;

I cry, and I cry
And my love screams,
Don’t kill what’s left within me;
And I cry, and the shadow of you
Now lives within me;

Water swells and wells at the corner of my eyes
As I remember, my favorite memory before you left
That of me looking into your honey butter eyes
And I cry.

Jamaican Poetry: Tears in my eyes


By: Poetess Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe

I went to bed with tears in my eyes
Caused by your words
The one’s I despise
Practised and wielded
Like a samurai sword
It wouldn’t have cut deeper
If you had called me a whore;

To you, I am an option
To me,You were the priority
An emotional conundrum
I must be a high school ditty
To form and nurture these feelings for you
Now, I’ll bury them deeper
Living as a remnant, like the Jews;

Now,
In bed with these tears in my eyes
I prepare to live beyond winter
The Arctic Circle,
Away from these emotions and prying eyes;

My pillow wet
My emotions at odds
The bitch is trying to crawl out
To devour others for this pain’s salve;

Time repeats lessons unlearned
A woman scorned, begets another man’s turn;

I lie in bed with tears in my eyes
Trying to ease this torrent of the bruised emotions inside;
I try to feel less, but it hurts even more
And writing these words
Only makes the hurt pour;

I guess I wanted you more than you wanted me
Because I tasted patience
And came second to your family;
Who am I kidding
I wasn’t even on the board
To fit in the top one hundred
Would have meant
We shared,
And you scored;

History repeats lessons unlearned
I am tired of chasing pavements
Tired of being burned
Tired of catching feelings
And not seeing them returned;

What I want,
You aren’t prepared to give
What I deserve
You don’t think it’s necessary for me to live with;

I lie in bed with tears in my eyes
Lying wake,
Crying my last cry.

Jamaican Poetry: What’s in a name


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2011, Poetess Defy, Denise Fyffe

He walks up to me
Looking like Hersey’s candy
So smooth, so divine;
I let him think
What he wants of me,
Giving him the perfect glimpse of my hidden sins;
I dear not blink
As he utters
His rehearsed pick up line;
I give him a smile
So sublime
And bide my time;
Anticipating the hunt
For what lies between
The feral part of me;
He sets the stage
And like Halle Berry
I release the Monster, stalking him slowly;

Playing a game
Of cat and mouse
But I know the rules this time;
I know this maze
Been through this faze
And have no reservations, I’ll walk the thin line;
I nod my head
To his request, and I sympathize
For I’ll make him deeply regret
He didn’t tell me the truth
Instead of choosing lies;

For what’s in a name
When you’re only playing a game
When you are hunting on the streets;
For what’s in a name
When you only want to rattle
These bones beneath silken sheets;
As I take a step
Shifting my dress
Wetting his eyes;
The game is on
And I remain calm
Letting the music flow
Through my body
And down my thighs;
I turn my back
Fitting into his body
Behaving like a houri
About to give the strip tease of a life time;
Tonight is about fun
And I prepare
To make his blood, steadily run;
To pitch his pressure
I’ll do even better
Than a girl from Caesars club;
From warm to hot
I’ll pour the steam
To ignite every fantasy he’s got;
I’ll turn my hip
Gyrate and twist
Like Shakira on cocaine and ‘pot’;
Move up on him
Making his mind swim
Tormenting him relentlessly;
Bending his will
Thrilling his pecker
Making him beg incessantly;
I am reassured
To taunt him more
To make him beg and plead;
I’ll make him regret
He ever met
The houri of his fantasies;
For what’s in a name
When you seek a dozen thrills, each night
What’s in a name
when you boldly seek
The nymph in every girl you find;

For what’s in a name
When you’re only playing a game
When you are hunting on the streets
For what’s in a name
When you only want to rattle
These bones beneath silken sheets;
I nod my head
Giving him a smile
So sublime;
A peck on the cheek
A dare in my stare
As I walk away slowly, timing my stride;
To him I become
Like Hersey’s kisses
So smooth, so divine;
My hidden sins
Lost to him
Forever this time;
I bet he will think
There was some truth
In those false pick up lines;
That he could reach me and pull me into
The true orbit of his life;

For what’s in a name
When he seeks a dozen thrills each night
Now he’ll never know
If this would have been, the thrill of his life.

What’s in a name…