Miscellaneous Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Overstimulated
Tormented soul in need of sleep
Bloodshot eyes beginning to itch
Broken promises often turn deep
A secret buried in a shallow ditch
Time has caged this lonely beast
Made him the shell he’s become
Stripped him bare before the feast
Overstimulated by pain until numb
Bloodshot eyes beginning to itch
Broken promises often turn deep
A secret buried in a shallow ditch
Time has caged this lonely beast
Made him the shell he’s become
Stripped him bare before the feast
Overstimulated by pain until numb
#philosophical
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5 Comments
You scratch my back and I won't scratch yours
Can you scratch my back?
"Maybe. What's in it for me?"
Pimples, scabs and hair
"Maybe. What's in it for me?"
Pimples, scabs and hair
#satirical
#senryu
#support
60 reads
16 Comments
Hunger
The Skin
The Body
The Soul
Hungers
It feeds
On minute
things
A single
Touch
Sparks
3,000
Receptors
It hungers
For one
Touch.
If you feed
My soul
The body
Will be
Satiated
If you feed
My Skin
The body
Will be
Satiated
Feed the
Body
Neither
Skin or Soul
Will satisfied
3,000
Receptors
Are waiting
to begin
The Body
The Soul
Hungers
It feeds
On minute
things
A single
Touch
Sparks
3,000
Receptors
It hungers
For one
Touch.
If you feed
My soul
The body
Will be
Satiated
If you feed
My Skin
The body
Will be
Satiated
Feed the
Body
Neither
Skin or Soul
Will satisfied
3,000
Receptors
Are waiting
to begin
#StreamOfConsciousness
37 reads
9 Comments
THE OUTSIDE IS SECONDARY

#sex
#erotic
#sensual
#orgasm
#seductive
219 reads
2 Comments
to Luna and Mori
we who sought romance
through astral bodies
interweaving our whiskers
o white white winter hare
evil ermine lulling damsels!
denouncing alabaster wishes
basking with Bastet
sleeping
in mere delight
lean leopards
our sharp angled crowns
alive under our pawns
a tree once told us
wear your feline cloth
stand up
breathe against
my bark
b r e a t h e
life
into each
awakening
cloud
live
play
today!
copyrights © owned...
through astral bodies
interweaving our whiskers
o white white winter hare
evil ermine lulling damsels!
denouncing alabaster wishes
basking with Bastet
sleeping
in mere delight
lean leopards
our sharp angled crowns
alive under our pawns
a tree once told us
wear your feline cloth
stand up
breathe against
my bark
b r e a t h e
life
into each
awakening
cloud
live
play
today!
copyrights © owned...
#cats
79 reads
6 Comments
Untouched
I wonder who will notify my family
When I’ve passed
Who will tell the world
That I’m gone
Will my words be enough
To show how much I fought
What I’ve overcome
Will my voice be forgotten
Will my pages fade
Become Meaningless
Untouched
When I’ve passed
Who will tell the world
That I’m gone
Will my words be enough
To show how much I fought
What I’ve overcome
Will my voice be forgotten
Will my pages fade
Become Meaningless
Untouched
#illness
154 reads
~cua cua
crabby
crustaceans parade
from highly salted
& pressurised mid-seas ..
inspired from the so
recent news …simmering
in bloodied human hunger..
towards
namesake summoned peace
treaties of the tricky capital..
wearing their trending
military-labelled terrorism ..
enroute the trading roguish
& pirating- the deadly silent Atlantic..
they had sumptuously drunk in their
quizzically coloured beverage.. that’s
ubiquitously smothering the seas
in nacreous rainbow
spills- those...
crustaceans parade
from highly salted
& pressurised mid-seas ..
inspired from the so
recent news …simmering
in bloodied human hunger..
towards
namesake summoned peace
treaties of the tricky capital..
wearing their trending
military-labelled terrorism ..
enroute the trading roguish
& pirating- the deadly silent Atlantic..
they had sumptuously drunk in their
quizzically coloured beverage.. that’s
ubiquitously smothering the seas
in nacreous rainbow
spills- those...
#animals
#CallToAction
#consumerism
#nature
#violence
106 reads
6 Comments
finite ll
where do I go?
i've come to the end
verses that once bridged the void
no longer take me to the flowery fields
& sunlit forests of meditation
my words now a winding stairway deep inside
where poetry is an opera of screams
that echos off the steel wall of my mental trap
I seek visions to free me
& one by one they die within
stillborn thoughts
I wonder do these ideas get reincarnated
in the minds of others
I push myself to press on ...
i've come to the end
verses that once bridged the void
no longer take me to the flowery fields
& sunlit forests of meditation
my words now a winding stairway deep inside
where poetry is an opera of screams
that echos off the steel wall of my mental trap
I seek visions to free me
& one by one they die within
stillborn thoughts
I wonder do these ideas get reincarnated
in the minds of others
I push myself to press on ...
#PopCulture
1020 reads
32 Comments
Rabbit Rabbit
Visual comp
#food
292 reads
26 Comments
Secret Family Tree
From what I can remember when we all gathered together, at Big Mama's house where the elders of the women's, would prepare a Home Town cook out for gathering, for the family. IT was a time that I will never forget. As it was a gathering of the elders and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers, with their off springs children running around playing children games. While the olders people would play cards or shuffle board games, as the elders would look out and see the families all together in one place. Yet they could be found sitting up under a old oak tree, in the shade of the afternoon...
#childhood
#confusion
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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Moon Glow
To wear the moon like a crown
How I’d glow as no other
From bland to brilliant
with one beam
A shining beauty for once
Silences me, the seeker
Of all things that glisten
I’m still me
Hoping but not hopeful
Dreams and wishes heaped
upon a romantic moon,
a fool’s folly
How I’d glow as no other
From bland to brilliant
with one beam
A shining beauty for once
Silences me, the seeker
Of all things that glisten
I’m still me
Hoping but not hopeful
Dreams and wishes heaped
upon a romantic moon,
a fool’s folly
#dreams
#sadness
721 reads
63 Comments
MY NAME IS JUDE
My name is Jude,
from Cornwall's Bude.
Lifeboats I crewed.
I am a dude
who drinks things brewed,
and does go nude.
Not being rude;
in terms not crude,
I'm just no prude
in attitude
to clothes eschewed
in solitude,
where multitude
with mindsets lewd
do not intrude.
from Cornwall's Bude.
Lifeboats I crewed.
I am a dude
who drinks things brewed,
and does go nude.
Not being rude;
in terms not crude,
I'm just no prude
in attitude
to clothes eschewed
in solitude,
where multitude
with mindsets lewd
do not intrude.
#men
#rhyming
#funny
467 reads
2 Comments
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