Submissions by Darkpoetria (DarkOakPoetry)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a poet I prefer to dabble in the darker side of writing. What ever teeters on the side of hushed convos and censored views is what I am drawn to poet about. I don't do well with rainbows and unicorns (unless dark), but do enjoy to read all genres.
DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2019 7:19am
25th Sep 2019 7:19am
Sleeping Beauty's f**ked up fairy tale
#dark
#abuse
#revenge
596 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Sep 2019 4:30am
25th Sep 2019 4:30am
Failings in love
When he failed you the first and the second
you were forgiving
When he failed you the third and the fourth
you were in love
When he failed you the next and again
you were unconditional
you were forgiving
When he failed you the third and the fourth
you were in love
When he failed you the next and again
you were unconditional
#love
#forgiveness
#abuse
#denial
#RupiKaur
627 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2019 9:22pm
23rd Sep 2019 9:22pm
Haunted Paintings
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#obsession
626 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2019 3:38am
23rd Sep 2019 3:38am
Tree of the ancients
Beneath shriveled branches of a tree so dark
embraced as my fingers paw o'er awesome wonder
gray, burnt, peeling ripples of bark.
I feel your spirit as a familiarity
I can hear my mothers voice as she
speaks with unknown clarity and say's...
"Let your heart and magic guide your search.
Birds dare not perch in a tree of this searched out sort
they will rebuke its leafless hands, invisible evils
they sense, rejecting nests and shelters seeking fort."
I know of the...
embraced as my fingers paw o'er awesome wonder
gray, burnt, peeling ripples of bark.
I feel your spirit as a familiarity
I can hear my mothers voice as she
speaks with unknown clarity and say's...
"Let your heart and magic guide your search.
Birds dare not perch in a tree of this searched out sort
they will rebuke its leafless hands, invisible evils
they sense, rejecting nests and shelters seeking fort."
I know of the...
#love
#redemption
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
891 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 11:08pm
22nd Sep 2019 11:08pm
Delicious Labia
Beautiful Labia
The tongue, the perfect partition...
created to part her soft orchid petals.
Pleasure found whether by silk
or by metal.
Beautiful Labia
Welcoming doors to
pretty pillows of pinks and reds.
All lose themselves in the folds
of her bed.
Beautiful Labia
I kiss you and you kiss me with
the wettest of lips...
Violently shaking and bruising her hips.
Beautiful Labia
Widely parted, I suck and I pull as much as I want. ...
The tongue, the perfect partition...
created to part her soft orchid petals.
Pleasure found whether by silk
or by metal.
Beautiful Labia
Welcoming doors to
pretty pillows of pinks and reds.
All lose themselves in the folds
of her bed.
Beautiful Labia
I kiss you and you kiss me with
the wettest of lips...
Violently shaking and bruising her hips.
Beautiful Labia
Widely parted, I suck and I pull as much as I want. ...
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
979 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 12:32pm
22nd Sep 2019 12:32pm
Disappointments room
I am the one they feverishly hide.
A disgrace of respected loins,
behind fashioned walls inside.
Born with limbs that withered in
the womb of shame, birthed uneven legs
that limps and lames. My mother
shown pity and hints of care, but
her face as she looks away... in obvious
regret and all things unfair.
The higher born of old families rooted in
Victorian mansions as I.... is where
you can find little rooms as these well hidden
where we, the unknown lived and most often died. ...
A disgrace of respected loins,
behind fashioned walls inside.
Born with limbs that withered in
the womb of shame, birthed uneven legs
that limps and lames. My mother
shown pity and hints of care, but
her face as she looks away... in obvious
regret and all things unfair.
The higher born of old families rooted in
Victorian mansions as I.... is where
you can find little rooms as these well hidden
where we, the unknown lived and most often died. ...
#anger
#loneliness
#shame
#despair
#disappointment
589 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 4:25am
22nd Sep 2019 4:25am
Shiverings
Fingers travel ending distances torment and drifting unto cashmere shores. Ravens curls falling and screening privacy from kissed and bitten shoulders of which I adore.
Sad violins and haunting cellos we obsess on molesting our ears. They're deep wailing seeping through wooden floorboards felt against bronze nakedness. The world and all in it exists not. We are but two souls in one flesh to each the others weakness.
Languaged love and incantations from parted lips released in breaths of rhythms and motions. My demon released upon his hardened lap and above him...
Sad violins and haunting cellos we obsess on molesting our ears. They're deep wailing seeping through wooden floorboards felt against bronze nakedness. The world and all in it exists not. We are but two souls in one flesh to each the others weakness.
Languaged love and incantations from parted lips released in breaths of rhythms and motions. My demon released upon his hardened lap and above him...
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#sexy
#passion
773 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 4:18am
22nd Sep 2019 4:18am
Mounted
A finger on my spine,
A kiss on my tilt of neck.
Fires salivated passions align,
Fires howl at risen mounds erect.
The sweat of my bend you dine,
The warning on the back of thighs I subject..
Your length of cock now hinds.
Your thrust violent between pillars first trekked..
My pain and screams incline,
My bedded clutches fastens regret.
Feel our pulsing inside from behind,
Feel me break when mounted and wrecked.
A kiss on my tilt of neck.
Fires salivated passions align,
Fires howl at risen mounds erect.
The sweat of my bend you dine,
The warning on the back of thighs I subject..
Your length of cock now hinds.
Your thrust violent between pillars first trekked..
My pain and screams incline,
My bedded clutches fastens regret.
Feel our pulsing inside from behind,
Feel me break when mounted and wrecked.
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#passion
845 reads
7 Comments
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