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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.
nutbuster
D C
D C
Published
Today 5:44pm
Today 5:44pm
THE PRODUCER CH.2 part 2
#lust
#passion
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PrettyCumSplash
Wants 2 Kum
Wants 2 Kum
Published
Today 4:12pm
Today 4:12pm
All That CumFlow
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#porn
#orgasm
11 reads
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Published
Today 2:48pm
Today 2:48pm
Warm Showers
The same hands that soothed the fevered brows of her now-grown children kneaded dough for the dinner rolls, served hot this evening. She had outlived two husbands and one child, but her smile could clear the river valley below her home of fog in seconds.
Her finger touched mine as she passed the plate and it felt like a cool wind through a crack in the door. I caught my breath while thinking of the stories in those fingers.
I smiled while pouring honey over the hot buttered roll. Glenda’s face softened as if remembering others who’d taken nourishment from her bread. ...
Her finger touched mine as she passed the plate and it felt like a cool wind through a crack in the door. I caught my breath while thinking of the stories in those fingers.
I smiled while pouring honey over the hot buttered roll. Glenda’s face softened as if remembering others who’d taken nourishment from her bread. ...
#sex
#travel
#aging
14 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Published
Today 3:32am
Today 3:32am
Santa's Helper
#lust
#erotic
#holiday #dirty
#holiday #dirty
35 reads
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Academic
Published
Yesterday 10:43pm
Yesterday 10:43pm
Drowned refugees; what's the problem? Just floating chaff in the Channel trying to reach England!
By Stanley Collymore
Quite clearly in the eyes of
their crucially, delusional
white supremacists and
a happy bleached skin, Stockholm
Syndrome racist and Asian British
Home Secretary all of them vilely
and transparently, irredeemably implanted in their racist 16th to
20th Century endemic mindset,
each and every refugee - those
Channel ones and crucially too
all the others, for that matter,
problem is, that they actually
do discernibly, in the eyes of
their undeniably, hate filled
protagonists,...
Quite clearly in the eyes of
their crucially, delusional
white supremacists and
a happy bleached skin, Stockholm
Syndrome racist and Asian British
Home Secretary all of them vilely
and transparently, irredeemably implanted in their racist 16th to
20th Century endemic mindset,
each and every refugee - those
Channel ones and crucially too
all the others, for that matter,
problem is, that they actually
do discernibly, in the eyes of
their undeniably, hate filled
protagonists,...
#hate
#rejection
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
37 reads
2 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Published
Yesterday 9:29pm
Yesterday 9:29pm
The Wrecking Of The Birkenhead
The year is 1852 and in the south of Ireland a troop ship in the service of the Empire of Great Britain is making ready to set sail. The innovative ship had earlier set out from the Royal Navy base at Portsmouth, England, with army troops on board and is visiting Ireland to pick up a number of additional soldiers. She is one of the new iron hulled vessels with three tall masts on which to drape the huge cotton canvas sails that harvest and harness the winds sent to blow mercilessly out on the seven seas. But as dawn breaks on this cold early January morning, she steadily eases her way out of...
#courage
#friendship
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
12 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 9:10pm
Yesterday 9:10pm
The Dark Whispers Of Miss Saigon (Act II of Act III)
Dreams of loving in the ideal of once was in the tidal wave of seeing your gloomy silhouette
Harkens unto the absence of stalwart souls having no engaging energy to reconnect
Kisses in the soft breeze fall upon the desolate of misplaced apparition upon pebbled stones
Hear the entreaties of longing in an image of man barren of my love from my hipbone
My faltering voice saturating as rain in rice fields lay bare as growth they surely shall come
Feeling your wandering languish icy palms slowly crawling over me in the warm midst
To have you in remembrance from...
Harkens unto the absence of stalwart souls having no engaging energy to reconnect
Kisses in the soft breeze fall upon the desolate of misplaced apparition upon pebbled stones
Hear the entreaties of longing in an image of man barren of my love from my hipbone
My faltering voice saturating as rain in rice fields lay bare as growth they surely shall come
Feeling your wandering languish icy palms slowly crawling over me in the warm midst
To have you in remembrance from...
#suicide
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#passion
37 reads
15 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Published
Yesterday 5:09pm
Yesterday 5:09pm
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 5 & 6
Ch 5
He started when I was 12. I knew it. I could sense it. I could smell it. I could "taste" it.
There's evidence to even prove this, but of course, because the bastard has money, money talks.
And it lies. The lies suffocate everyone.
I once lived in a pretty mansion that smelled like Heaven in disguise. Now, I live in a place that reminds me that I was in Hell all along. All along, I was there, and I know I did nothing to deserve this. Nothing at all, and neither did Diana. But I'm sure she blames herself. And I fucking hate it. ...
He started when I was 12. I knew it. I could sense it. I could smell it. I could "taste" it.
There's evidence to even prove this, but of course, because the bastard has money, money talks.
And it lies. The lies suffocate everyone.
I once lived in a pretty mansion that smelled like Heaven in disguise. Now, I live in a place that reminds me that I was in Hell all along. All along, I was there, and I know I did nothing to deserve this. Nothing at all, and neither did Diana. But I'm sure she blames herself. And I fucking hate it. ...
#murder
#violence
12 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 7:35am
Yesterday 7:35am
The Dark Tears Of Miss. Saigon (Act I of Act III)
Oh, my love, your fair maiden in the bosom of thy night
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh ...
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh ...
#suicide
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#passion
48 reads
16 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Published
Yesterday 00:00am
Yesterday 00:00am
Corner chair
#lust
#sex
#erotic #dreams
#erotic #dreams
124 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Published
27th Nov 2021 11:35pm
27th Nov 2021 11:35pm
THE SENSUAL DREAM
THE SENSUAL DREAM
I had a sensual dream last night,
Of course it was with YOU –
We were in a mountain cottage fair,
With a million-dollar view
The tiny little fireplace
Added warmth and comfort sweet
The way you looked in the firelight,
Brought on a different kind of heat!
To say that I was happy there,
Is the understatement of the year
And I could tell you felt the same way too,
When I saw that joyful tear
I reached for you so much in love,
And held you close to me
Just being...
I had a sensual dream last night,
Of course it was with YOU –
We were in a mountain cottage fair,
With a million-dollar view
The tiny little fireplace
Added warmth and comfort sweet
The way you looked in the firelight,
Brought on a different kind of heat!
To say that I was happy there,
Is the understatement of the year
And I could tell you felt the same way too,
When I saw that joyful tear
I reached for you so much in love,
And held you close to me
Just being...
#love
#passion
89 reads
3 Comments
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