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Black Heart
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poetic confession of how and why you seduced, used, then broke someone's heart. ❤
Many a poet has witten about how a past lover had broke their heart, but few admit intentionally breaking someone else's.
I did. A few years out of highshool, I met up with the daughter of someone from my community, who through out my teens, made life a living Hell for me.
To make a long story short I seduced this girl, who was a couple of years my junior, with the soul intent of hurting her as a means of getting even with her father.
In retrospect I've come to realize what a horrible thing I did.
This is my confession. Now let me hear yours. Tell me about the time you seduced someone with the intent of hurting them.
Note; this call is about seduction and heart break, not about sexual assault or rape. No submissions on the latter will be allowed.
Now my fellow sinners, let me your sins. For poetry is an exercise in soul bearing honesty.
Lustful Dealings
When did I fall victim to lust?
All these forced connection's
And for what?
Just to bust a quick nut...
I admit I look at myself with disgust; but it sure beats the heart ache received when deceived by someone you love and trust.
And Though I find temporary pleasure in being a man hoe. I actually miss having one woman I can call my own.
But...
Unfortunately I guess that's how life goes in a generation full of greed and sexual desires from strangers to friends, pretty much anyone who's willing to give in and be the supplier for whom requires such act.
I'm my own person ofcourse but I can't run from the facts.
Love is beautiful but in today's world it don't seem to last.
So why invest my heart and play chess with my feelings when I can just caress that body and act like I'm willing
To be all that they need, even when they need me. It's just sad how I plan on being there just so they can please me.
Why do I fall victim to lust?
All I'll prove just so I can touch. All I'll say just so I can fuck.
Aren't I a Snake or am I a Dove?
These bad habits, I wish were over and done but the sex is just so much fun.
All these forced connection's
And for what?
Just to bust a quick nut...
I admit I look at myself with disgust; but it sure beats the heart ache received when deceived by someone you love and trust.
And Though I find temporary pleasure in being a man hoe. I actually miss having one woman I can call my own.
But...
Unfortunately I guess that's how life goes in a generation full of greed and sexual desires from strangers to friends, pretty much anyone who's willing to give in and be the supplier for whom requires such act.
I'm my own person ofcourse but I can't run from the facts.
Love is beautiful but in today's world it don't seem to last.
So why invest my heart and play chess with my feelings when I can just caress that body and act like I'm willing
To be all that they need, even when they need me. It's just sad how I plan on being there just so they can please me.
Why do I fall victim to lust?
All I'll prove just so I can touch. All I'll say just so I can fuck.
Aren't I a Snake or am I a Dove?
These bad habits, I wish were over and done but the sex is just so much fun.
Written by Chris_Pleasures
(Chris Pleasures)
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Hearts of Ice and Coal
Such an enticingly beautiful
quarry put within my sights, a love,
that so thoroughly shattered me
eons ago, my heart failed to fight.
Heavy is the price when you play with a woman such as I.
Made anew. I spun a web of love and lies
with such efficiency, a black widow would smile
and delight. Making lips and prick ache for the warm
damp slickness between two firm thighs.
For months I toiled and played, gave his heart
wings of dawn tipped in summer's gold.
Made him feel and see what he long
thought would never unfold.
Then and only then, we went to a long forgotten
place. Here, where the sun in a blossoming
girl was shadowed, dimming the brightness
that never truly shined again.
Slowly I bled the life from his golden eyes,
reveling in the pain as my claws
hollowed out the love from inside
a heart I lovingly encased in ice.
Only once have we crossed paths
since that warm winter day his world
went cold. The only feelings expressed were those
he spoke with such quiet - quiet that would cleave
a lesser woman's world...
The Queen of Ice that stole my soul. May you burn
in Hell with your heart dark as coal.
quarry put within my sights, a love,
that so thoroughly shattered me
eons ago, my heart failed to fight.
Heavy is the price when you play with a woman such as I.
Made anew. I spun a web of love and lies
with such efficiency, a black widow would smile
and delight. Making lips and prick ache for the warm
damp slickness between two firm thighs.
For months I toiled and played, gave his heart
wings of dawn tipped in summer's gold.
Made him feel and see what he long
thought would never unfold.
Then and only then, we went to a long forgotten
place. Here, where the sun in a blossoming
girl was shadowed, dimming the brightness
that never truly shined again.
Slowly I bled the life from his golden eyes,
reveling in the pain as my claws
hollowed out the love from inside
a heart I lovingly encased in ice.
Only once have we crossed paths
since that warm winter day his world
went cold. The only feelings expressed were those
he spoke with such quiet - quiet that would cleave
a lesser woman's world...
The Queen of Ice that stole my soul. May you burn
in Hell with your heart dark as coal.
Written by Bonzi
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Black Hearted Woman
He was foolishly falling into my trap of lust instead of love.
I was not trying to promise him or anyone else with more
Than one night of back scratching sexual pleasure with my
Razor sharp fingernails being the only ones to dig in deep
While piercing flesh. No one can enter past my blackened
Or icy heart. My naivety and innocence like a flower or dove
In the springtime are long gone. I am here to settle the score
On those who hurt me and I refuse to let anyone see me cry
Or scream like that ever again. No one else can try to keep
Their hold on me because I slip from their grasp, my acid
Like laughter echoes all around them. I am trying to release
My grievances like scattered birdseed, but I hold onto them
Tightly and hope that someone or something can take their
Place. That is why I want to focus on something temporary
To fill the gaping hole where my delicate heart used to lie.
I pray and hope that someday we will both find our peace
Among the stars. I wish that we can both find a sturdy stem
To steady us, but we can be cold hearted bitches who stare
Everyone in the eye and prey on the innocent ones who carry
Their scars. I am that place where the light may come to die.
I was not trying to promise him or anyone else with more
Than one night of back scratching sexual pleasure with my
Razor sharp fingernails being the only ones to dig in deep
While piercing flesh. No one can enter past my blackened
Or icy heart. My naivety and innocence like a flower or dove
In the springtime are long gone. I am here to settle the score
On those who hurt me and I refuse to let anyone see me cry
Or scream like that ever again. No one else can try to keep
Their hold on me because I slip from their grasp, my acid
Like laughter echoes all around them. I am trying to release
My grievances like scattered birdseed, but I hold onto them
Tightly and hope that someone or something can take their
Place. That is why I want to focus on something temporary
To fill the gaping hole where my delicate heart used to lie.
I pray and hope that someday we will both find our peace
Among the stars. I wish that we can both find a sturdy stem
To steady us, but we can be cold hearted bitches who stare
Everyone in the eye and prey on the innocent ones who carry
Their scars. I am that place where the light may come to die.
Written by eswaller
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Lustful Dealings
When did I fall victim to lust?
All these forced connection's
And for what?
Just to bust a quick nut...
I admit I look at myself with disgust; but it sure beats the heart ache received when deceived by someone you love and trust.
And Though I find temporary pleasure in being a man hoe. I actually miss having one woman I can call my own.
But...
Unfortunately I guess that's how life goes in a generation full of greed and sexual desires from strangers to friends, pretty much anyone who's willing to give in and be the supplier for whom requires such act.
I'm my own person ofcourse but I can't run from the facts.
Love is beautiful but in today's world it don't seem to last.
So why invest my heart and play chess with my feelings when I can just caress that body and act like I'm willing
To be all that they need, even when they need me. It's just sad how I plan on being there just so they can please me.
Why do I fall victim to lust?
All I'll prove just so I can touch. All I'll say just so I can fuck.
Aren't I a Snake or am I a Dove?
These bad habits, I wish were over and done but the sex is just so much fun.
All these forced connection's
And for what?
Just to bust a quick nut...
I admit I look at myself with disgust; but it sure beats the heart ache received when deceived by someone you love and trust.
And Though I find temporary pleasure in being a man hoe. I actually miss having one woman I can call my own.
But...
Unfortunately I guess that's how life goes in a generation full of greed and sexual desires from strangers to friends, pretty much anyone who's willing to give in and be the supplier for whom requires such act.
I'm my own person ofcourse but I can't run from the facts.
Love is beautiful but in today's world it don't seem to last.
So why invest my heart and play chess with my feelings when I can just caress that body and act like I'm willing
To be all that they need, even when they need me. It's just sad how I plan on being there just so they can please me.
Why do I fall victim to lust?
All I'll prove just so I can touch. All I'll say just so I can fuck.
Aren't I a Snake or am I a Dove?
These bad habits, I wish were over and done but the sex is just so much fun.
Written by Chris_Pleasures
(Chris Pleasures)
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Faith, in Chains
( uncut version )
When the weather takes a turn
For the worst of how you feel.
Ripped down to bare bones that burn,
Stripped down to your cage of steel.
I’m the lover waiting there,
In the deepest of your pain.
Let you know your heart I wear,
Locked it with your ball & chain.
Sudden glimpse the underworld,
I furtive meet another.
Brazen crave, the other’s furled,
Of every man his brother.
Gone, my sweet touch while I dive,
Feel the claws that open you.
Take the honey from the hive,
Satisfy my bitter brew.
Do you think I’ll change my mind,
Licking tongue, wipe clean the stains.
Pity you? Let me remind,
Owning you, your faith, in chains.
Her Creviced Heart/Love’s Tomb
This is my testament,
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.
Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!
Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –
that which creviced my old flames heart.
Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.
But I shouldn’t cry after our love’s death, she won’t know it.
Now the past crevices the earth, and billows truth –
a slit from cheek to cheek now exhales,
to tell you dark tales
of my betraying youth.
That person you remember will never die in memory.
I’ve left a heartache I can’t heal,
Betrayal is surely a memory no doer can conceal.
The loss in her heart was not much of a loss,
Who can miss a sculptor of a double cross?
A talisman of ill luck.
What’s the power a dead-love
has over the ones whom parted?
What I have lost was something true –
the night our love with earthly feet departed.
Behold I pray before love’s tomb!
I hope today she cherishes the memories
and not fear making new ones with another.
I remember holding her hand to say, “it is over.”
With stony eyes that rained tear-droplets she sobered.
That veil of love’s death has not shrouded the memory.
“Why?” She asked.
The emotions of my face were masked,
“let’s move on and make believe nothing happened,” I said.
A promising relationship was then in an instant – dead.
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.
Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!
Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –
that which creviced my old flames heart.
Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.
But I shouldn’t cry after our love’s death, she won’t know it.
Now the past crevices the earth, and billows truth –
a slit from cheek to cheek now exhales,
to tell you dark tales
of my betraying youth.
That person you remember will never die in memory.
I’ve left a heartache I can’t heal,
Betrayal is surely a memory no doer can conceal.
The loss in her heart was not much of a loss,
Who can miss a sculptor of a double cross?
A talisman of ill luck.
What’s the power a dead-love
has over the ones whom parted?
What I have lost was something true –
the night our love with earthly feet departed.
Behold I pray before love’s tomb!
I hope today she cherishes the memories
and not fear making new ones with another.
I remember holding her hand to say, “it is over.”
With stony eyes that rained tear-droplets she sobered.
That veil of love’s death has not shrouded the memory.
“Why?” She asked.
The emotions of my face were masked,
“let’s move on and make believe nothing happened,” I said.
A promising relationship was then in an instant – dead.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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