Submissions by Dragonblood
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
Today 2:04am
Today 2:04am
Hide and Seek
When she requested
we engage in a round
of hide and seek
I knew exactly
what she meant
With the light
turned down low
and the shedding of
our clothes
i knew just where to hide
when she spread her
legs like a flower
opening
in the sun
On my knees
in front
of her
I pushed and
concealed myself
in the most
heavenly place
(wink)
we engage in a round
of hide and seek
I knew exactly
what she meant
With the light
turned down low
and the shedding of
our clothes
i knew just where to hide
when she spread her
legs like a flower
opening
in the sun
On my knees
in front
of her
I pushed and
concealed myself
in the most
heavenly place
(wink)
#sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
Today 00:45am
Today 00:45am
Under the Spell
Under the Spell of Kissing
we moved like sloths on
her couch.
Her perfume grabbed me
by the shoulders and
forced me into submission.
The fire of her tongue,
her eyes...
our intentions—
it propelled us into the inevitable,
and our clothes got in the way
when body heat accelerated.
Ever notice how
words can sometimes
become irrelevant when
it’s other sounds you hear?
Her back and breasts
were cream and velvet;
her legs like silk threads.
Did...
we moved like sloths on
her couch.
Her perfume grabbed me
by the shoulders and
forced me into submission.
The fire of her tongue,
her eyes...
our intentions—
it propelled us into the inevitable,
and our clothes got in the way
when body heat accelerated.
Ever notice how
words can sometimes
become irrelevant when
it’s other sounds you hear?
Her back and breasts
were cream and velvet;
her legs like silk threads.
Did...
#erotic
#sex
105 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 10:17pm
1st Dec 2024 10:17pm
Eternally
Love is a verse from your body,
outspoken when twisted to mine.
We merge like co-writing poets
who write in perfect rhyme.
Bliss is our bond shared in ballads;
no chorus I knew was unsung.
Each song I've offered held rapture,
hummed softly, using my tongue.
Lust lights a flame burning brightly
with a passionate ember's glow.
But always there, glowing inside me,
is a love you'll eternally know.
outspoken when twisted to mine.
We merge like co-writing poets
who write in perfect rhyme.
Bliss is our bond shared in ballads;
no chorus I knew was unsung.
Each song I've offered held rapture,
hummed softly, using my tongue.
Lust lights a flame burning brightly
with a passionate ember's glow.
But always there, glowing inside me,
is a love you'll eternally know.
#love
#sex
91 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 4:50am
1st Dec 2024 4:50am
from a dusty-town
from a dusty-town, I took off
down a long black-top road
where temps can rise to 100 degrees.
steam rose from its surface and
reminded me of sweat melting
from our bodies
and the warmth inside her.
the engine's growl mimicked a
night in her room on
wrinkled sheets glowing
from a tiny light with
a rocking horse design
on its shade.
it's funny the small things
you remember.
unlike a row of telephone wires
we had no ties and my life
was like a tire torn and...
down a long black-top road
where temps can rise to 100 degrees.
steam rose from its surface and
reminded me of sweat melting
from our bodies
and the warmth inside her.
the engine's growl mimicked a
night in her room on
wrinkled sheets glowing
from a tiny light with
a rocking horse design
on its shade.
it's funny the small things
you remember.
unlike a row of telephone wires
we had no ties and my life
was like a tire torn and...
#regret
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 4:45am
1st Dec 2024 4:45am
on a rainy day
it was comfortably warm
under the awning
outside the cafe.
i leaned on my elbow
and stared down
at the graceful water circles
that went out in short waves.
i thought of the village
and kerouac, ginsburg.
chet baker sang
my funny valentine
on the outside speakers.
i wondered
if by chance
the words were written
on a quiet rainy day
like this one.
I took it all in
knowing a painter
searching for that perfect scene
was missing out.
under the awning
outside the cafe.
i leaned on my elbow
and stared down
at the graceful water circles
that went out in short waves.
i thought of the village
and kerouac, ginsburg.
chet baker sang
my funny valentine
on the outside speakers.
i wondered
if by chance
the words were written
on a quiet rainy day
like this one.
I took it all in
knowing a painter
searching for that perfect scene
was missing out.
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2024 2:07am
16th Nov 2024 2:07am
-2024
I've no desire for sunshine.
Lately, my sleep's been crude.
My weakened will thrives to endure
The lack of emails viewed.
Youtube has me kidnapped.
Through burning eyes, I scroll.
The aspects of a screen's blue light
Can really take a toll.
Scarcity's hand feels empty.
My phone has filled the gap.
I doubt I'll leave the house to shop
If there's an app to tap.
One look turned to compulsion.
I've wrestled hard to resist.
But an instant gratification
Grabbed me by the wrist.
...
Lately, my sleep's been crude.
My weakened will thrives to endure
The lack of emails viewed.
Youtube has me kidnapped.
Through burning eyes, I scroll.
The aspects of a screen's blue light
Can really take a toll.
Scarcity's hand feels empty.
My phone has filled the gap.
I doubt I'll leave the house to shop
If there's an app to tap.
One look turned to compulsion.
I've wrestled hard to resist.
But an instant gratification
Grabbed me by the wrist.
...
#frustration
83 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 10:51pm
14th Nov 2024 10:51pm
I lassoed the moon for you.
Last night, while you were entranced in dreams,
I lassoed the moon by his cratered neck
and tied him to the brightest star.
I have it on good word
he's a voyeur.
He's confined above that spot on the beach
where our fervent bodies tossed as lovers.
Tonight, he's full,
so be ready with a towel.
The sun, I hear,
will be weak and weary,
and looking the other way.
I lassoed the moon by his cratered neck
and tied him to the brightest star.
I have it on good word
he's a voyeur.
He's confined above that spot on the beach
where our fervent bodies tossed as lovers.
Tonight, he's full,
so be ready with a towel.
The sun, I hear,
will be weak and weary,
and looking the other way.
#lover
#moon
#night
94 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2024 2:00am
12th Nov 2024 2:00am
The American Soldier.
Elsie, Elsie, ring your bell,
bring here all the boys.
Summon back the ones who died
from where they were deployed.
Bandage up their arms and legs,
take away their fears.
Erase the flashbacks in their minds
that always reappear.
Tell them it was just a dream;
the bloody fields are dry.
Pretend you never heard of war
in case they wonder why.
Don't forget the oceans blue;
there you'll find our men—
the ones who flew or sailed the ships
that never rose again.
When at last they've all come...
bring here all the boys.
Summon back the ones who died
from where they were deployed.
Bandage up their arms and legs,
take away their fears.
Erase the flashbacks in their minds
that always reappear.
Tell them it was just a dream;
the bloody fields are dry.
Pretend you never heard of war
in case they wonder why.
Don't forget the oceans blue;
there you'll find our men—
the ones who flew or sailed the ships
that never rose again.
When at last they've all come...
#war
96 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 9:20pm
10th Nov 2024 9:20pm
This too shall pass
Autumn fields with chestnuts strewn,
Resound October's chilly tune,
Spreading down through dirt and grain,
Touching roots of sugar cane.
Above, where mist and shadows flee,
Squirrels will gnaw at pumpkin seeds.
As ravens harvest bits of grass,
Securing nests before snow's pass.
But scarecrows do and will discern
A human's passing was its turn,
Much like seasons at their start;
Soon they age and then depart.
Resound October's chilly tune,
Spreading down through dirt and grain,
Touching roots of sugar cane.
Above, where mist and shadows flee,
Squirrels will gnaw at pumpkin seeds.
As ravens harvest bits of grass,
Securing nests before snow's pass.
But scarecrows do and will discern
A human's passing was its turn,
Much like seasons at their start;
Soon they age and then depart.
#LifeCycle
68 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 9:15pm
10th Nov 2024 9:15pm
The Friends you have today
Cherish the friends you have on screen,
for soon they may be gone.
It's true, these words indeed apply
to poetry sites you're on.
With a click of my mouse, I looked around
to where I first did share.
Young-looking smiles appeared on screen,
but none I knew were there.
The lesson learned is friends disappear,
and some won't say goodbye.
I know this 'cause I'm a friend who left,
and I still can't remember why.
for soon they may be gone.
It's true, these words indeed apply
to poetry sites you're on.
With a click of my mouse, I looked around
to where I first did share.
Young-looking smiles appeared on screen,
but none I knew were there.
The lesson learned is friends disappear,
and some won't say goodbye.
I know this 'cause I'm a friend who left,
and I still can't remember why.
#WritingPoetry
62 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 3:34am
10th Nov 2024 3:34am
Beneath an Ominous Sky
Its throat roared,
a riotous rumble,
passing above the ruined rubble.
The funnel hung,
swiveled and swung,
licking its chops with a tawdry tongue.
Rolling, rumbling,
ferocious and foul,
it started with wind—then a hungry howl.
a riotous rumble,
passing above the ruined rubble.
The funnel hung,
swiveled and swung,
licking its chops with a tawdry tongue.
Rolling, rumbling,
ferocious and foul,
it started with wind—then a hungry howl.
#storm
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 3:26am
10th Nov 2024 3:26am
The Empty Red Seat
I remember rain tapping at the diner window. The smooth white table we sat at held ketchup, salt, and her mournful face cradled in the palm of her hand.
The menu appeared as eye-catching as a butterfly in the dark to her. Her dull eyes only scanned the cars outside, drifting by like weary clouds.
The checkered floor looked ready to fall one by one at the slightest push. But it was us who had fallen, each piece out of place through years of doubt and frustration.
In the past, our time together flew by, and any silence between us was fine. But this kind of...
The menu appeared as eye-catching as a butterfly in the dark to her. Her dull eyes only scanned the cars outside, drifting by like weary clouds.
The checkered floor looked ready to fall one by one at the slightest push. But it was us who had fallen, each piece out of place through years of doubt and frustration.
In the past, our time together flew by, and any silence between us was fine. But this kind of...
#breakup
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