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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Published
Yesterday 1:54pm
Yesterday 1:54pm
Earthly Fellowship
He embraces a lover, not only because of lust,
but because he's learning that human
flesh—every part has always been divine.
As he enters her, efficiency is not the goal.
Speed, success, procreation—
these are distractions from the trust in her breaths.
Is this not prayer, this joining of two as one,
becoming something greater than their parts?
For in the gentle press of lips and
the strength of hips finding cadence
there is joy, there is worship,
in this tender, earthly fellowship.
but because he's learning that human
flesh—every part has always been divine.
As he enters her, efficiency is not the goal.
Speed, success, procreation—
these are distractions from the trust in her breaths.
Is this not prayer, this joining of two as one,
becoming something greater than their parts?
For in the gentle press of lips and
the strength of hips finding cadence
there is joy, there is worship,
in this tender, earthly fellowship.
#prayer
#religion
#sex
67 reads
1 Comment
Green_Arrow
Published
Yesterday 1:31pm
Yesterday 1:31pm
No Thanks. I'm Just Here To Visit A Friend.
Tim came to Glendale early.
He caught Michelle posing naked for Monique.
Monique asked Tim to join.
He caught Michelle posing naked for Monique.
Monique asked Tim to join.
#art
#confusion
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
52 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Published
Yesterday 12:51pm
Yesterday 12:51pm
detour ahead
these last days will be...precious
as reality upends for some of us
when we crawl back into journals
or our skulls
unsure how to get the thoughts out
where they can make a difference
to others
& ourselves
let me say this...
it's only a moment
not the final script
these were good days
filled with wild inspiration
& healing
the journey doesn't end
just because the road ran out
we simply forge onward
as we blaze new trails
taking memories with us
I...for one...am intensely...
as reality upends for some of us
when we crawl back into journals
or our skulls
unsure how to get the thoughts out
where they can make a difference
to others
& ourselves
let me say this...
it's only a moment
not the final script
these were good days
filled with wild inspiration
& healing
the journey doesn't end
just because the road ran out
we simply forge onward
as we blaze new trails
taking memories with us
I...for one...am intensely...
#gratitude
#LifeChangingMoment
#respect #sadness
#respect #sadness
64 reads
8 Comments
Trillium
Published
Yesterday 10:54am
Yesterday 10:54am
Hope to see you at allpoetry.com
Dear All,
I am saddened that DUP is shutting down.
It has been a fantastic sight and came at a time when I was discovering writing as an art and as an outlet.
I hope to continue to see you and your work on other forums.
I am following Her to allpoetry dot com. My username there is trillium3
I am saddened that DUP is shutting down.
It has been a fantastic sight and came at a time when I was discovering writing as an art and as an outlet.
I hope to continue to see you and your work on other forums.
I am following Her to allpoetry dot com. My username there is trillium3
#friendship
51 reads
Liziantus-Marantus
Published
Yesterday 10:53am
Yesterday 10:53am
Writing Books
When you write a book using the feather of a hen.
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.
Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.
The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.
Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.
The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.
Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.
The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.
Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.
The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...
#books
#hope
#magic #motivational
#magic #motivational
7 reads
0 Comments
Sappho
Published
Yesterday 9:15am
Yesterday 9:15am
Magic Of New Beginnings
Stripped of leaves of hope and confidence
You're caught in winter's cold embrace
Snow covers you like a white shroud
Hold on, little tree, your rebirth is near
Spring will assist you as your midwife
The scent of flowers lingers in the air
A soft breeze caresses your barky skin
Sun rays worship your swelling buds
Birds chirp sweet melodies of longing
A swallow builds and artfully nest
The Man of Green asked for your hand
Put on your floral white wedding dress
Open up completely, don't hold back
Celebrate the holy...
You're caught in winter's cold embrace
Snow covers you like a white shroud
Hold on, little tree, your rebirth is near
Spring will assist you as your midwife
The scent of flowers lingers in the air
A soft breeze caresses your barky skin
Sun rays worship your swelling buds
Birds chirp sweet melodies of longing
A swallow builds and artfully nest
The Man of Green asked for your hand
Put on your floral white wedding dress
Open up completely, don't hold back
Celebrate the holy...
#spring
28 reads
1 Comment
dumdum10100
Published
Yesterday 8:17am
Yesterday 8:17am
The darkness in light
You who knew my heart so true, with its dues,
and the pain ensued; or trials of youth.
The new cauterized wounds forced me to sooth,
an aching soul that knew nothing but blues.
An end from this man’s constant self abuse,
or perhaps it’s reliance on vermouth.
Even though i want a feeling of ruth,
I've felt my feelings might have been obtuse.
And from the darkness you showed me heaven.
A new found light to wash my body;
perhaps, I've reached the peak of Mt. Evans,
or my flesh has formed a fit so gaudy.
Clock hand’s strike...
and the pain ensued; or trials of youth.
The new cauterized wounds forced me to sooth,
an aching soul that knew nothing but blues.
An end from this man’s constant self abuse,
or perhaps it’s reliance on vermouth.
Even though i want a feeling of ruth,
I've felt my feelings might have been obtuse.
And from the darkness you showed me heaven.
A new found light to wash my body;
perhaps, I've reached the peak of Mt. Evans,
or my flesh has formed a fit so gaudy.
Clock hand’s strike...
#healing
35 reads
0 Comments
rksingh
Published
Yesterday 7:19am
Yesterday 7:19am
Union
The sangam of Ganga and Yamuna
is a homosexual union
charming but sterile
my friend knows well
the road to heaven doesn't go
through snaky waters
--R K Singh
is a homosexual union
charming but sterile
my friend knows well
the road to heaven doesn't go
through snaky waters
--R K Singh
#freedom
#God
#nature
#river
#water
30 reads
0 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Published
Yesterday 7:19am
Yesterday 7:19am
Until further notice
I want the freedom.
Everything hits hard in the wild lands.
Forgiveness long longed for
Everything as it is.
As it was.
It continues endlessly.
Forever changing yet stuck like glass.
Like a ripple in a fast frozen lake.
I want nothing more then to open up like the old days.
I would love to change.
But honesty fuels my rage.
Would it be better to spare the pain like I do or destroy your charade?
All I want is reality.
To melt the ice with cold fire.
My heart is a cage.
It used to be a river.
If magic has made me a...
Everything hits hard in the wild lands.
Forgiveness long longed for
Everything as it is.
As it was.
It continues endlessly.
Forever changing yet stuck like glass.
Like a ripple in a fast frozen lake.
I want nothing more then to open up like the old days.
I would love to change.
But honesty fuels my rage.
Would it be better to spare the pain like I do or destroy your charade?
All I want is reality.
To melt the ice with cold fire.
My heart is a cage.
It used to be a river.
If magic has made me a...
#relationships
27 reads
0 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Published
Yesterday 6:34am
Yesterday 6:34am
Sinners Heart
Riding victory into the jaws of defeat
Always looking for some substance
What’s relevant will never be obsolete
Losing everything in happenstance
Digging for gold in a frozen minefield
A calculated risk ending so badly
Right before time’s culprit is revealed
This sinners heart loving her madly
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Always looking for some substance
What’s relevant will never be obsolete
Losing everything in happenstance
Digging for gold in a frozen minefield
A calculated risk ending so badly
Right before time’s culprit is revealed
This sinners heart loving her madly
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
#philosophical
63 reads
10 Comments
Hush
Published
Yesterday 6:07am
Yesterday 6:07am
one day
24 hours
that should be enough to know
ghost or not
then…
fuck ghosts
poltergeistic assholes
crafters of cool breezes,
creaking walls & floors
flushing pasts
unstable
one day…
then it’s time to burn the sage
midnight tomorrow
witches be witching
that should be enough to know
ghost or not
then…
fuck ghosts
poltergeistic assholes
crafters of cool breezes,
creaking walls & floors
flushing pasts
unstable
one day…
then it’s time to burn the sage
midnight tomorrow
witches be witching
#ghosts
23 reads
0 Comments
runningturtle87
Published
Yesterday 5:02am
Yesterday 5:02am
How long do we have
Until the site
shuts down?
shuts down?
#passion
83 reads
2 Comments
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