XiaoLong
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 10:21pm
6th Jul 2020 10:21pm
Imperial Bengal Tiger
Rows in a forest of birch wood
creating an interesting mood
what I’m seeing is truly a wonder
a beauty beyond the blue yonder
morning sun keeps shining through
a charming dawn, the sky so blue
yet I travel to a world I never knew seeking a slender beauty and that’s just true
just for a short little glimpse
the long miles I’m willing to trek
braving past the trees with limps
then comes the shores of shipwreck
pause just to pleasantly ponder
when there’s rain and thunder
this nature, a beast to surrender ...
creating an interesting mood
what I’m seeing is truly a wonder
a beauty beyond the blue yonder
morning sun keeps shining through
a charming dawn, the sky so blue
yet I travel to a world I never knew seeking a slender beauty and that’s just true
just for a short little glimpse
the long miles I’m willing to trek
braving past the trees with limps
then comes the shores of shipwreck
pause just to pleasantly ponder
when there’s rain and thunder
this nature, a beast to surrender ...
#animals
#nature
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
26 reads
5 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 8:52pm
6th Jul 2020 8:52pm
Queen Bee! A Hot Little Totty!
a hot summer lover with no bikini
an unpredictable bird wild as can be
a dangerous beauty, wait till you see
Irresistible sweetness, she’s a queen bee
the hive of Eden, her garden of heaven
queen honey bee, her lucky number’s eleven
playing with her troopers, buzzing workers, none slackers
regally seated, royally heated, milking honey with them jolly wankers!
She can be mean, as the demon from hell,
When in heaven, she loves ringing the alarm bell
trolling saints that loves to paint, what the heck, it’s only wax
as just to...
an unpredictable bird wild as can be
a dangerous beauty, wait till you see
Irresistible sweetness, she’s a queen bee
the hive of Eden, her garden of heaven
queen honey bee, her lucky number’s eleven
playing with her troopers, buzzing workers, none slackers
regally seated, royally heated, milking honey with them jolly wankers!
She can be mean, as the demon from hell,
When in heaven, she loves ringing the alarm bell
trolling saints that loves to paint, what the heck, it’s only wax
as just to...
#lust
#LGBT
#funny #temptation
#funny #temptation
35 reads
2 Comments
hgnichols
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 6:27pm
6th Jul 2020 6:27pm
Canto VIII: Upon Waking
Thus Fe continued to the tippling sot:
Within the hour both Hul and I were up
and tidying our camp for further hunt.
Neither could the other look upon
for neither could believe our wild acts.
We felt ashamed of our adultery,
and also for the knot we each had put
amidst the simple thread, our history.
At last the silence broke at Hul’s behest:
I heard a pack of wolves up north last night.
First I, then Hul felt an internal flinch
at merest mention of the night before.
Hul, hiding well his cringe, continued on:
...
Within the hour both Hul and I were up
and tidying our camp for further hunt.
Neither could the other look upon
for neither could believe our wild acts.
We felt ashamed of our adultery,
and also for the knot we each had put
amidst the simple thread, our history.
At last the silence broke at Hul’s behest:
I heard a pack of wolves up north last night.
First I, then Hul felt an internal flinch
at merest mention of the night before.
Hul, hiding well his cringe, continued on:
...
#friendship
#tragedy
34 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 10:56pm
4th Jul 2020 10:56pm
Return Customer
Since posting the pieces"Lil Man" and "Transporter," certain motherfuckers know who I Is Me is
But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz
We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live
From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home
Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home
Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food
I lived hungry long enough...
But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz
We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live
From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home
Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home
Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food
I lived hungry long enough...
#corruption
#money
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
45 reads
2 Comments
Beaver_Lover
Flowmaster J
Flowmaster J
Bumped 4th Jul 2020 9:13pm
7th May 2020 2:14pm
7th May 2020 2:14pm
She Is Sex
Midnight eyes
An arched brow
I'm hypnotized
The time is now
Wet pink lips
A slight smile
My bloods pumping
She drives me wild
A true vision
The hour glass
I can't wait
To smack that ass
Purring softly
Into my ear
All resistance
Has disappeared
A voodoo woman
Has me hexed
I'm her zombie
She is sex
An arched brow
I'm hypnotized
The time is now
Wet pink lips
A slight smile
My bloods pumping
She drives me wild
A true vision
The hour glass
I can't wait
To smack that ass
Purring softly
Into my ear
All resistance
Has disappeared
A voodoo woman
Has me hexed
I'm her zombie
She is sex
#relationships
#rhyming
#lover
#pagan
#sexy
178 reads
2 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
The Dreamer
She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
#escape
#nostalgia
94 reads
15 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 4:08am
4th Jul 2020 4:08am
Caged Heat
Can you imagine walking among the carnage of reality
Your destiny was to discover that there is no such a thing as infinity
To know there's a beginning and end, I've mentally closed the loop
Into a Mobius strip containing time and space riding on truth
Lies and everything corrupt is simply negative energy
My dragon has been well fed off of those that defy me
Never mind whatever deity you bow to, be they of darkness or light
I am the only one left of my race and I must show my might
Invading Nebular and killing stars before they're born ...
Your destiny was to discover that there is no such a thing as infinity
To know there's a beginning and end, I've mentally closed the loop
Into a Mobius strip containing time and space riding on truth
Lies and everything corrupt is simply negative energy
My dragon has been well fed off of those that defy me
Never mind whatever deity you bow to, be they of darkness or light
I am the only one left of my race and I must show my might
Invading Nebular and killing stars before they're born ...
#anger
#hate
#corruption
#politics
#humankind
49 reads
3 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 4:07am
4th Jul 2020 4:07am
A crippled ruthless fairy (Complete)
A crippled ruthless fairy Pt.1 (Begin Fairy Tale Block)
A crippled fairy exalted in torment, banished from the lands.
A crooked walk, with broken wings, and crippled hands.
Jet black eyes like the blackholes in stories of space.
Wrinkles and cobwebs adorned their tattered face.
Long creepy brown nails almost match their height.
A slow crippling crawl on the forest ground in the night.
Little strands of hair on his head look like ancient string.
On this very occasion a set of rusty blades he would bring.
-
A crippled...
A crippled fairy exalted in torment, banished from the lands.
A crooked walk, with broken wings, and crippled hands.
Jet black eyes like the blackholes in stories of space.
Wrinkles and cobwebs adorned their tattered face.
Long creepy brown nails almost match their height.
A slow crippling crawl on the forest ground in the night.
Little strands of hair on his head look like ancient string.
On this very occasion a set of rusty blades he would bring.
-
A crippled...
#dark
#death
#fate
#nightmares
#curse
29 reads
0 Comments
fiveamtuesday
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 5:06pm
3rd Jul 2020 5:06pm
Running from Death
I saw a man once sprinting past
As though running for his life.
He was pretty fast,
And I thought if I
Could catch up I could ask,
“Hey man where you running to?
And why you move’n fast?”
But as quickly as I thought
He leapt,
Crashing headlong into traffic.
And all that I could think of it,
Standing on that sidewalk,
Was, “Lucky me I hadn’t asked,
Or we’d both be dying on that asphalt.”
As though running for his life.
He was pretty fast,
And I thought if I
Could catch up I could ask,
“Hey man where you running to?
And why you move’n fast?”
But as quickly as I thought
He leapt,
Crashing headlong into traffic.
And all that I could think of it,
Standing on that sidewalk,
Was, “Lucky me I hadn’t asked,
Or we’d both be dying on that asphalt.”
#funny
34 reads
0 Comments
Beaver_Lover
Flowmaster J
Flowmaster J
Bumped 3rd Jul 2020 2:44pm
24th May 2020 11:34pm
24th May 2020 11:34pm
They Danced
Oh how they danced
When they were young
The war was over
Life was all fun
Working hard
And playing harder
She was a beauty
He a charmer
They fell in love
And had two kids
Did the same things
That everyone did
The years flew by
Weren't many chances
To dress up fancy
And go to dances
But late at night
With the kids in bed
They'd turn off the TV
And dance instead
I remember years later
Oh the vision I have
Of the two young lovers ...
When they were young
The war was over
Life was all fun
Working hard
And playing harder
She was a beauty
He a charmer
They fell in love
And had two kids
Did the same things
That everyone did
The years flew by
Weren't many chances
To dress up fancy
And go to dances
But late at night
With the kids in bed
They'd turn off the TV
And dance instead
I remember years later
Oh the vision I have
Of the two young lovers ...
#love
#family
#rhyming
#memories
#dance
80 reads
1 Comment
fiveamtuesday
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 6:33am
2nd Jul 2020 6:33am
Home
I see a wall that’s beige,
And textured in a thick acrylic,
Trimmed along
With whitened edges
That seals the bottom ridges.
It’s neither light or dark in tone,
That’s what the time of day is for,
As the sun and moon
Casts,
Or lacks,
Upon the furniture and decor.
Through a window slightly centered off,
Where grass that’s green
To blue-ish seas,
Stacks up several high in grades
Of pastels running on the beach.
And further off I see a speck
Of geometrical dimensions,
A vessel set and sailing on
This...
And textured in a thick acrylic,
Trimmed along
With whitened edges
That seals the bottom ridges.
It’s neither light or dark in tone,
That’s what the time of day is for,
As the sun and moon
Casts,
Or lacks,
Upon the furniture and decor.
Through a window slightly centered off,
Where grass that’s green
To blue-ish seas,
Stacks up several high in grades
Of pastels running on the beach.
And further off I see a speck
Of geometrical dimensions,
A vessel set and sailing on
This...
#sea
#beach
#philosophical
40 reads
0 Comments
congress
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 1:39pm
30th Jun 2020 1:39pm
Part 1: We were robbed, but guess what! IT'S FINE!!!
Not so long but yesteryear
A system was architectured
Africa was turned into a wild forest
Peers and folks were no longer wise friends
1000 thousands blacks on sale
Lousy thousands blacks for sale
We came from so far to just mute without any say
Lingering hearts of Mom and Dad in a sad deep pain
Naturally black and curly hungry child left in pain
The only sound is from the painful outcry and grenades
The young lads and lassies are left without any trace
The smell death is here and hope has left the space ...
A system was architectured
Africa was turned into a wild forest
Peers and folks were no longer wise friends
1000 thousands blacks on sale
Lousy thousands blacks for sale
We came from so far to just mute without any say
Lingering hearts of Mom and Dad in a sad deep pain
Naturally black and curly hungry child left in pain
The only sound is from the painful outcry and grenades
The young lads and lassies are left without any trace
The smell death is here and hope has left the space ...
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals #respect
#TimeHeals #respect
34 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction (Page 2)
