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The latest poetry and short stories posted on DU Poetry.
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
PoetSpeak
Published
12th Nov 2023 12:49pm
12th Nov 2023 12:49pm
Redemption isn't easy
A man must choose
Then answer to himself
It must come from within
No religion will help
No homilies
I'm a silent cowboy
Sheriff on patrol
Artist on the perimeter
A writer for all seasons
Strive always for goodness
Like every man
Subject to desires
My face
Never to be on a postage stamp
I'll ride incognito
You'll recognize me
Sunday morning
Faithful dog by my side
At dawn
Greeting the fruit man
Waiting for the bakery to open
Warm rolls
Crossiants and...
Then answer to himself
It must come from within
No religion will help
No homilies
I'm a silent cowboy
Sheriff on patrol
Artist on the perimeter
A writer for all seasons
Strive always for goodness
Like every man
Subject to desires
My face
Never to be on a postage stamp
I'll ride incognito
You'll recognize me
Sunday morning
Faithful dog by my side
At dawn
Greeting the fruit man
Waiting for the bakery to open
Warm rolls
Crossiants and...
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#redemption
140 reads
44 Comments
Honoria
Published
27th Nov 2023 6:43am
27th Nov 2023 6:43am
Paid For
In a world of consumerism
I hoped one thing would be free.
As it wasn’t tangible
how could it possibly be purchased?
Pleading for an emotional refund
I was declined the reimbursement.
Because in the end,
we are all bought.
Final Sale!
I hoped one thing would be free.
As it wasn’t tangible
how could it possibly be purchased?
Pleading for an emotional refund
I was declined the reimbursement.
Because in the end,
we are all bought.
Final Sale!
#love
168 reads
35 Comments
PoetSpeak
Published
9th Nov 2023 11:11am
9th Nov 2023 11:11am
Everyone has a guitar solo that saves them
Mine won't matter to you
Yours won't matter to me
We might know each other’s
What are the chances they're the same ?
You're on line at the bank
Looking in your rear view mirror
Waiting for a train
It doesn't matter
What matters is you have one
Redemption
Power
Drive
Whatever
It's burned in
Forever in your soul
Doing the heavy lifting
Yours won't matter to me
We might know each other’s
What are the chances they're the same ?
You're on line at the bank
Looking in your rear view mirror
Waiting for a train
It doesn't matter
What matters is you have one
Redemption
Power
Drive
Whatever
It's burned in
Forever in your soul
Doing the heavy lifting
#music
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#PopCulture
#redemption
129 reads
34 Comments
KristinaX
Published
13th Nov 2023 00:30am
13th Nov 2023 00:30am
Take it all off... for me.
There is a catwalk in the club.
There is a pole.
And they come here at night
To see the waves of sex,
To enjoy the naked flesh.
A stripper at a pole
Curls, caresses a snake.
As if he were a pole - a male,
Naked in front of him, a female
Dragging him away
From people's vicious glances,
Wriggling to the rhythm,
With her body saying: "I need it!
I want you! Want to!
Well, take me quickly...
Licking the pole with my tongue,
Hips took the rhythm faster...
The eyes of the men...
There is a pole.
And they come here at night
To see the waves of sex,
To enjoy the naked flesh.
A stripper at a pole
Curls, caresses a snake.
As if he were a pole - a male,
Naked in front of him, a female
Dragging him away
From people's vicious glances,
Wriggling to the rhythm,
With her body saying: "I need it!
I want you! Want to!
Well, take me quickly...
Licking the pole with my tongue,
Hips took the rhythm faster...
The eyes of the men...
#lust
#power
#dirty
#sensual
#passion
255 reads
38 Comments
KristinaX
Published
28th Nov 2023 8:00pm
28th Nov 2023 8:00pm
Erotic Poems; I can be your bad girl ;)
What could be more incredible
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
#lust
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#orgasm
184 reads
34 Comments
Betty
Published
3rd Dec 2023 3:34pm
3rd Dec 2023 3:34pm
exigence
I’d beaten my id
against a research proposal
that should have ended with
letters after my name
My meat left the skin when
my new advisor
gently
put her hand
on my shoulder
from behind and
scared the shit
out of me.
I hyper-focus.
(You know that.)
And I didn’t hear her
come into my office.
She broke the news:
The same fucking study had
just been published.
And my exigence was belayed.
A year of
recalibrated neurons,
gone ...
against a research proposal
that should have ended with
letters after my name
My meat left the skin when
my new advisor
gently
put her hand
on my shoulder
from behind and
scared the shit
out of me.
I hyper-focus.
(You know that.)
And I didn’t hear her
come into my office.
She broke the news:
The same fucking study had
just been published.
And my exigence was belayed.
A year of
recalibrated neurons,
gone ...
#anger
#love
149 reads
31 Comments
PoetSpeak
Published
20th Nov 2023 1:08pm
20th Nov 2023 1:08pm
Breakfast with You
Everyday
Breakfast
Have it with you
We discuss berries
Yours are exotic
Mine, pedestrian
Best time of the day
Breakfast
Have it with you
We discuss berries
Yours are exotic
Mine, pedestrian
Best time of the day
#love
#food
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
99 reads
25 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Published
20th Nov 2023 10:05pm
20th Nov 2023 10:05pm
run-on life
somebody asked me
why don't I use punctuation
or capitalize the beginning of a line
apparently they found it offensive
lazy...or some such nonsense
well...the answer is this
my writing reflects my life
I write as I think
and my experience of existence...
...seems to have always been one long run-on sentence
it all runs madly together...
...with the occasional ellipses
while the system is still loading
...before throwing me back into the chaos
where I'm forced to sort through the rubble
trying to make sense of it ...
why don't I use punctuation
or capitalize the beginning of a line
apparently they found it offensive
lazy...or some such nonsense
well...the answer is this
my writing reflects my life
I write as I think
and my experience of existence...
...seems to have always been one long run-on sentence
it all runs madly together...
...with the occasional ellipses
while the system is still loading
...before throwing me back into the chaos
where I'm forced to sort through the rubble
trying to make sense of it ...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
98 reads
21 Comments
Eerie
Published
25th Nov 2023 2:00pm
25th Nov 2023 2:00pm
Ancestors
Dead leaves tap-dance
across pebbled pavement,
enticing a lazy day
to guard my energy,
allowing it to flow along channels
unseen by eyes that watch
gray clouds swirl into
soft, pastel hues.
Chilled fingers
grip downy blanket edges,
eyes rocking body to sleep.
The nightscape, in languid rotation,
swallows the light, and it is here
they speak in tongues.
across pebbled pavement,
enticing a lazy day
to guard my energy,
allowing it to flow along channels
unseen by eyes that watch
gray clouds swirl into
soft, pastel hues.
Chilled fingers
grip downy blanket edges,
eyes rocking body to sleep.
The nightscape, in languid rotation,
swallows the light, and it is here
they speak in tongues.
#sleep
104 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Published
25th Nov 2023 8:55pm
25th Nov 2023 8:55pm
The Joy of Knowing
The Joy of Knowing. . .
that in Spirituality
there is room for everyone,
no matter the god they serve,
nor how old or young.
Because we are all Spiritual
beings at the core
of this human cocoon
just waiting to emerge.
that in Spirituality
there is room for everyone,
no matter the god they serve,
nor how old or young.
Because we are all Spiritual
beings at the core
of this human cocoon
just waiting to emerge.
#spiritual
142 reads
9 Comments
Adelphina
Published
11th Nov 2023 2:13am
11th Nov 2023 2:13am
Liquid Gold
Our color was predestined
From the beginning of time
An armada of femininity
Behind each of our eyes
Resonate and radiate
Nurture our womanly glamour
As we design our golden age
With untarnished beauty
Bestow future legacies
Of mothers and daughters
With precious liquified metal
Our wisdom will never rust
Teaching love’s glory
Between woman and man
Penmanship forever lasting
Never smudged or cold
As we pour priceless treasure
From our legendary hearts
Elegance combined with ...
From the beginning of time
An armada of femininity
Behind each of our eyes
Resonate and radiate
Nurture our womanly glamour
As we design our golden age
With untarnished beauty
Bestow future legacies
Of mothers and daughters
With precious liquified metal
Our wisdom will never rust
Teaching love’s glory
Between woman and man
Penmanship forever lasting
Never smudged or cold
As we pour priceless treasure
From our legendary hearts
Elegance combined with ...
#strength
#women
#motherhood
173 reads
20 Comments
Styxian
Published
12th Nov 2023 6:37pm
12th Nov 2023 6:37pm
Inheritance (Daydreamer)
I inherited the best part of my father;
The heart of a dreamer
Those who do not dream
when awake, and aware
can never understand
how we justify a day
of "doing nothing"
They do not see the results
of how our hearts are lifted
Or the difference in our eyes
when we perceive things
a little higher
on our spectrum
They don't see where we went today;
Back in time, or forward
Nor can they comprehend
what we've done
to fix the things in our pasts ...
The heart of a dreamer
Those who do not dream
when awake, and aware
can never understand
how we justify a day
of "doing nothing"
They do not see the results
of how our hearts are lifted
Or the difference in our eyes
when we perceive things
a little higher
on our spectrum
They don't see where we went today;
Back in time, or forward
Nor can they comprehend
what we've done
to fix the things in our pasts ...
#father
#memories
168 reads
18 Comments
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