Submissions by ArtisticaDreamer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Sep 2015 6:57pm
16th Sep 2015 6:57pm
Our making of love...
what is it?
...it's intimacy.
...it's warm.
what is it?
it's healing, me.
...it's comforting me.
what is it?
It's You, out of your skivvies...
...it's me, just being plain old Me.
what is it I see?
your body suit,
a Knight in armour.
what is it?
it's your hands, my Love
your hands on, me.
what is it?
it's our sexual therapy...
a sealing...
it's arousing me.
What is it? ...
...it's intimacy.
...it's warm.
what is it?
it's healing, me.
...it's comforting me.
what is it?
It's You, out of your skivvies...
...it's me, just being plain old Me.
what is it I see?
your body suit,
a Knight in armour.
what is it?
it's your hands, my Love
your hands on, me.
what is it?
it's our sexual therapy...
a sealing...
it's arousing me.
What is it? ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2015 8:34pm
14th Aug 2015 8:34pm
Our sex is...rare.
Want to remove your glasses
nestle my cheek, on your neck.
In reverse I move
as I kiss sweetly your chin.
My hands on your muscled shoulders
remove your T-shirt.
Head down, I look up slowly, at flesh.
You are beautiful, away goes my breath.
Pecks flinch,
startled, I wince.
Your grin slowly fades,
as you come in for a kiss.
Our smiles touch, and there's a...
nestle my cheek, on your neck.
In reverse I move
as I kiss sweetly your chin.
My hands on your muscled shoulders
remove your T-shirt.
Head down, I look up slowly, at flesh.
You are beautiful, away goes my breath.
Pecks flinch,
startled, I wince.
Your grin slowly fades,
as you come in for a kiss.
Our smiles touch, and there's a...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2015 5:43pm
14th Aug 2015 5:43pm
My wardrobe is...poetry.
Silk blouse
Leopard heels
Satin stiletto
My wardrobe is poetry.
So maybe I'm a dominatrix
Mmm, don't desire chains n whips...
but, tongue and lips
Ankle straps
Black pumps
Cable knit sweather
My wardrobe is poetry.
Photographer, take me...
capture my beauty
paint me pretty
Now...trench coat
Lushes pink cashmere
Wrap me, muse me
...
Leopard heels
Satin stiletto
My wardrobe is poetry.
So maybe I'm a dominatrix
Mmm, don't desire chains n whips...
but, tongue and lips
Ankle straps
Black pumps
Cable knit sweather
My wardrobe is poetry.
Photographer, take me...
capture my beauty
paint me pretty
Now...trench coat
Lushes pink cashmere
Wrap me, muse me
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2015 8:42pm
7th Aug 2015 8:42pm
I and You
Wish...
Wish, I could
see You some how.
Now - perhaps not in a dream...
an unwelcomed hesitation from...
the realness of reality.
Wish, I could
lay my tired eyes upon You
for I remembered and
hence search for You.
You, so regal, so obvious
a stand out from the crowd
my muse, model on
Wish I could...
but see, your frame in the corner of my eye..
makes me over and done.
A glance with a hint of surprise. ...
Wish, I could
see You some how.
Now - perhaps not in a dream...
an unwelcomed hesitation from...
the realness of reality.
Wish, I could
lay my tired eyes upon You
for I remembered and
hence search for You.
You, so regal, so obvious
a stand out from the crowd
my muse, model on
Wish I could...
but see, your frame in the corner of my eye..
makes me over and done.
A glance with a hint of surprise. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2015 8:30pm
7th Aug 2015 8:30pm
Look at the past...me
I am already dead
I am already dead
So what is the use?
I don't know what to do!
Can't wait to do more...
interesting things.
That don't tie me...down.
Don't trust anyone.
It doesn't matter, I don't know
How to do much of anything.
I just think about it.
If I am supposed to make it
I will make it, but probably,
I will not.
So I am not....
ready.
Look over me,
look past...me.
I am already dead
So what is the use?
I don't know what to do!
Can't wait to do more...
interesting things.
That don't tie me...down.
Don't trust anyone.
It doesn't matter, I don't know
How to do much of anything.
I just think about it.
If I am supposed to make it
I will make it, but probably,
I will not.
So I am not....
ready.
Look over me,
look past...me.
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Aug 2015 9:27pm
4th Aug 2015 9:27pm
Rare botanical...
You see...
I didn't realise...
- I'm a ... "flower."
A rare botanical...
-planted in Almighty God's garden.
Please don't say no...
-just listen?
It was a long time ago...
-neither one of us could know.
A protection thicke green...
-represents the beauty of Obscurity,
...covered us from the harsh wind so...
-photo me?
Colour me like I'm Crayola...
-your choice of lens, my choice of colour.
You see I'm the flower... ...
I didn't realise...
- I'm a ... "flower."
A rare botanical...
-planted in Almighty God's garden.
Please don't say no...
-just listen?
It was a long time ago...
-neither one of us could know.
A protection thicke green...
-represents the beauty of Obscurity,
...covered us from the harsh wind so...
-photo me?
Colour me like I'm Crayola...
-your choice of lens, my choice of colour.
You see I'm the flower... ...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2015 6:38pm
4th Aug 2015 6:38pm
Self, I want to be in love with...you.
When I think of love
...You are there.
How so you ask,
...tell Me?
When I see love
...I think...You.
How so?
Easily tamed, no mask
...my guard is down.
You spill out of me
...like a thunderstorm.
You make Me believe in
...possible tomorrow's.
Tornado's of love,
...I think on.
...
...You are there.
How so you ask,
...tell Me?
When I see love
...I think...You.
How so?
Easily tamed, no mask
...my guard is down.
You spill out of me
...like a thunderstorm.
You make Me believe in
...possible tomorrow's.
Tornado's of love,
...I think on.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 5:05am
13th Oct 2014 5:05am
She knows she wants your heart
I sigh
as this writer I know
attempts to write
as if the message
she carries
will make it's point
Please, she says
with a face of stone
leave me be,
alone
We can't be friends, sir
you must try to understand
I am who I am
and you, you are a man
This poet I know shakes her head
hair falling down and away
cos she knows
She's in love with something
all wrong
the daunting task
of trying to belong
She knows peace
because she knows...
as this writer I know
attempts to write
as if the message
she carries
will make it's point
Please, she says
with a face of stone
leave me be,
alone
We can't be friends, sir
you must try to understand
I am who I am
and you, you are a man
This poet I know shakes her head
hair falling down and away
cos she knows
She's in love with something
all wrong
the daunting task
of trying to belong
She knows peace
because she knows...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 3:17am
10th Oct 2014 3:17am
Ugly
the spaces between your bony teeth
the droop in your left eye
the way you made my mind cry
Ugly
swollen skin sagging
beneath your sockets
your large and angry nose
fat at the back of your head
your neck
how you made my imagination run
Ugly
Baldy
the dry hair you refuse to cut
refuse to at least brush
the soot that sits on your ride
poor taste in clothing you can't hide
your shabby suit and tie
Ugly
the cologne you pour on
the pride in...
the droop in your left eye
the way you made my mind cry
Ugly
swollen skin sagging
beneath your sockets
your large and angry nose
fat at the back of your head
your neck
how you made my imagination run
Ugly
Baldy
the dry hair you refuse to cut
refuse to at least brush
the soot that sits on your ride
poor taste in clothing you can't hide
your shabby suit and tie
Ugly
the cologne you pour on
the pride in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2014 3:32am
8th Oct 2014 3:32am
Leave me, I'm a weakling
I know I'm weak
that it hurts to breathe
living
It pains me
to remember Time
warps my sorrow
Living lately seems like too
much of something
I didn't ask for
Grown n sexy
that's a problem
The fact I miss you
a crime
I know I'm weak
that what I want
what I seek
Can be found
perhaps hidden
within me
But me?
I'd rather find it elsewhere
some place rare
to be shared
But things, pain me
particularly
our state of being
...
that it hurts to breathe
living
It pains me
to remember Time
warps my sorrow
Living lately seems like too
much of something
I didn't ask for
Grown n sexy
that's a problem
The fact I miss you
a crime
I know I'm weak
that what I want
what I seek
Can be found
perhaps hidden
within me
But me?
I'd rather find it elsewhere
some place rare
to be shared
But things, pain me
particularly
our state of being
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2014 1:53am
8th Oct 2014 1:53am
Man, YOU are a slave!
..inspired by A mercy, a book I read in two days.
See me, yeah, I know you like
Just thought you should know
I'm over you
I see you're ugly now.
I can't stand the sight of your skin.
- your brown sin!
Don't pretend, you enjoyed the ride.
Critical, cheap enough for your high!
See I'm the drug, you see
I can't help it
I'm just being me
But for you
Nah there was/is no excuse
You haunt and break
Down...
See me, yeah, I know you like
Just thought you should know
I'm over you
I see you're ugly now.
I can't stand the sight of your skin.
- your brown sin!
Don't pretend, you enjoyed the ride.
Critical, cheap enough for your high!
See I'm the drug, you see
I can't help it
I'm just being me
But for you
Nah there was/is no excuse
You haunt and break
Down...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Sep 2014 2:00am
10th Sep 2014 2:00am
Real deal
Chorus-
Would you be upset,
If my name wasn't really Melanie?
You'd be crushed,
Already rehearsed me.
Myrrh on your lips like lipstick,
You stand in the mirror Mac -king to it.
You like the sound, you like the feel,
No hater ration, hollar ration
Cos I'm the real deal
-Verse-1
If they had your eyes,
There would be no more pain.
They had your eyes
Enemies would drain.
I'm full of you and
Prayin this will never change
Your plan, my powerful BLACK MAN.
Didn't know you, but wanted...
Would you be upset,
If my name wasn't really Melanie?
You'd be crushed,
Already rehearsed me.
Myrrh on your lips like lipstick,
You stand in the mirror Mac -king to it.
You like the sound, you like the feel,
No hater ration, hollar ration
Cos I'm the real deal
-Verse-1
If they had your eyes,
There would be no more pain.
They had your eyes
Enemies would drain.
I'm full of you and
Prayin this will never change
Your plan, my powerful BLACK MAN.
Didn't know you, but wanted...
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