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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The latest poetry and short stories posted on DU Poetry.
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 2:17pm
Yesterday 2:17pm
From Lady Liberty’s Royal Jelly
The soft dominance of my Haitian French Creole success has never been based on the unfounded and vile intellect of wicked and small minded individuals.
Female negative aggression has or will it never reign in my rainbow of peace, love, and serenity. I find it appalling and sadly comical, to say in the least, when feeble-minded low vibrational females, who cannot mainstem the music of their own tune tries to enlist the lyric of others, it does not add up, in the end, hostile conflict arises.
Why are you so unhappy, Ms. Rosewood and hostile to prodigal...
Female negative aggression has or will it never reign in my rainbow of peace, love, and serenity. I find it appalling and sadly comical, to say in the least, when feeble-minded low vibrational females, who cannot mainstem the music of their own tune tries to enlist the lyric of others, it does not add up, in the end, hostile conflict arises.
Why are you so unhappy, Ms. Rosewood and hostile to prodigal...
#ignorance
103 reads
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Published
Yesterday 1:04pm
Yesterday 1:04pm
The Dish and the Spoon - with Adagio
It was twilight in a small town in New Mexico. I breathed deep, walking home after closing my bookshop for the night. Taking a shortcut path approaching the cul-de-sac, I felt the silence creeping up my spine. As a long-time advocate for the unbridled pleasures and misdemeanors, I obsessed quietly on "The Cat and the Fiddle," as curiosity tickled my flesh. I was obsessed with the silhouette-like movement behind curtains of the homes as I passed.
As I walked, I turned into a child and the neighborhood became the one I grew up in. The night was quiet and cold. I walked...
As I walked, I turned into a child and the neighborhood became the one I grew up in. The night was quiet and cold. I walked...
#childhood
#collaboration
#erotic #nightmares
#erotic #nightmares
84 reads
2 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
The Preservation Of Our Enchantments
Hanson wonders if the coordinates on the message board would direct more traffic to it. Largely undiscovered due to the unmaintained roads and proximity to a major city, its privacy has been well protected for those with the enthusiastic but discreet sense for such adventures. Hanson prefers that it stay that way, infuriated to see that it has gone public. It would pose a risk for those like himself, who have found such liberations on its shore.
He ropes Beth and Stu into joining him Saturday for the hour drive to survey the scene. They have all enjoyed the intoxicating...
He ropes Beth and Stu into joining him Saturday for the hour drive to survey the scene. They have all enjoyed the intoxicating...
#beach
#fiction
#memories
23 reads
0 Comments
Pishashee
Published
Yesterday 3:09am
Yesterday 3:09am
Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
64 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 2:34am
Yesterday 2:34am
Softly Stargazing
I have been loving this awakening moment in time
It has taken me so many years to be in heart, mind, body and giving thanks to my soul
To not allow the small occurrence in life to rock my morale
It is best to live in the moment
I listen daily to so many troubled intellects and they scream for peace, serenity of their heart
Endorphins and Adrenaline is the body’s best friend
Such a natural high when both are merged is to calm or a flight in your weakened defense
If everyone would only tap into the resources of its on psychic ...
It has taken me so many years to be in heart, mind, body and giving thanks to my soul
To not allow the small occurrence in life to rock my morale
It is best to live in the moment
I listen daily to so many troubled intellects and they scream for peace, serenity of their heart
Endorphins and Adrenaline is the body’s best friend
Such a natural high when both are merged is to calm or a flight in your weakened defense
If everyone would only tap into the resources of its on psychic ...
#moon
#stars
#universe
#water
#sun
109 reads
Northern_Soul
Published
Yesterday 00:17am
Yesterday 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
60 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Published
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
25 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Published
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
WAR WITH MYSELF
Shadows keep creeping in deep,
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
#myself
16 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
3rd Feb 2025 3:34am
3rd Feb 2025 3:34am
The Soft Whispers Of Ms. Singer’s Imagination
She is my sexy creative SuperEgo, yes you heard what I said
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#spiritual #wisdom
#spiritual #wisdom
120 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Published
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
Private Dick
I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
#murder
#mystery
689 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Published
2nd Feb 2025 9:54pm
2nd Feb 2025 9:54pm
Don't Fear It
#dark
#dirty
#erotic #love
#erotic #love
80 reads
5 Comments
Nvmb
Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:29pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:29pm
More than any high
I was never worth the time—
that’s what they taught me.
With every goodbye spat like venom,
with every hand that let go too soon,
with every love that turned to rust.
It became part of me,
a truth carved into my bones:
"You are worthless. Unsavable. Unlovable."
I swallowed it like a pill,
let it settle deep
until I could barely tell
where it ended and I began.
Then you.
You, with eyes full of things
I could never deserve,
watching me like I was something
worth seeing, worth...
that’s what they taught me.
With every goodbye spat like venom,
with every hand that let go too soon,
with every love that turned to rust.
It became part of me,
a truth carved into my bones:
"You are worthless. Unsavable. Unlovable."
I swallowed it like a pill,
let it settle deep
until I could barely tell
where it ended and I began.
Then you.
You, with eyes full of things
I could never deserve,
watching me like I was something
worth seeing, worth...
#admiration
#fear
#hope
#loneliness
#love
54 reads
2 Comments
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