Submissions by Dragonblood
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2024 9:05pm
11th May 2024 9:05pm
Dislodging a Disease
In the most friendly way,
I've now cut you off.
My attention,
my thoughts,
are no longer yours.
Enough
concentration and ink
were wasted.
You probably won't notice
my absence.
There's no anger,
no animosity,
just more time
freed up as I discard
dead weight
moving forward.
My pen is more choosy
these days,
my mind
more
directed.
~
I'm sorry,
do I know you?
I've now cut you off.
My attention,
my thoughts,
are no longer yours.
Enough
concentration and ink
were wasted.
You probably won't notice
my absence.
There's no anger,
no animosity,
just more time
freed up as I discard
dead weight
moving forward.
My pen is more choosy
these days,
my mind
more
directed.
~
I'm sorry,
do I know you?
#LifeAsAWriter
167 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2024 1:14pm
9th May 2024 1:14pm
In A Silent Place
He sought
to be a poet,
to gain praise,
to inflict astonishment
on spellbound minds.
But the umbilical cord
of despair
soon strangled
the throat of his ambition.
Through snarled similes
and bungled phrases,
worn, novice attempts
flatlined,
lowering themselves to
grammatical graves.
Each terminated
like a botched
poetic stillborn.
to be a poet,
to gain praise,
to inflict astonishment
on spellbound minds.
But the umbilical cord
of despair
soon strangled
the throat of his ambition.
Through snarled similes
and bungled phrases,
worn, novice attempts
flatlined,
lowering themselves to
grammatical graves.
Each terminated
like a botched
poetic stillborn.
#WritingPoetry
139 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2024 9:14pm
8th May 2024 9:14pm
Two separate trains
From two separate motionless trains
their eyes met.
From two separate departing trains
their eyes embraced.
On two separate moving trains
they dreamed of a stranger
in their arms.
their eyes met.
From two separate departing trains
their eyes embraced.
On two separate moving trains
they dreamed of a stranger
in their arms.
#loneliness
138 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2024 00:42am
7th May 2024 00:42am
From what I recall
You were once
as pleasing
as summer winds
brushing my cheek
under plum trees.
I'd have stood
the world,
on its head
to prolong your kisses;
those miracles
ignorant of time
and vaporous years.
But like all mirages,
you faded
making me
in the end
a forgotten shadow
when your infatuation
expired.
Through wisdom,
I've learned.
At least once in life
some of us ...
as pleasing
as summer winds
brushing my cheek
under plum trees.
I'd have stood
the world,
on its head
to prolong your kisses;
those miracles
ignorant of time
and vaporous years.
But like all mirages,
you faded
making me
in the end
a forgotten shadow
when your infatuation
expired.
Through wisdom,
I've learned.
At least once in life
some of us ...
#heartbroken
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12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2024 5:38am
5th May 2024 5:38am
Writing in the dark
My mind searches
too much.
It hunts
excessively,
and winds up in sticker bushes
at the lake
of insomnia.
The glint of contentment
is barely visible
through the forest
of doubt;
yet,
I can always see a path.
The exploration
will always lead to
something.
Like picked fruit,
phrases will finally
be sweeter.
The chosen words will expose
more daylight,
and string together like
leaves in bloom, ...
too much.
It hunts
excessively,
and winds up in sticker bushes
at the lake
of insomnia.
The glint of contentment
is barely visible
through the forest
of doubt;
yet,
I can always see a path.
The exploration
will always lead to
something.
Like picked fruit,
phrases will finally
be sweeter.
The chosen words will expose
more daylight,
and string together like
leaves in bloom, ...
#WritingPoetry
160 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2024 10:48pm
4th May 2024 10:48pm
Talentless scribble
She said she
wanted something
sticky
and
hard
so I unzipped
offering
my candy cane
she sucked
and licked
until there was
nothing
left
who needs
to wait for
Christmas
to have
a good time
wanted something
sticky
and
hard
so I unzipped
offering
my candy cane
she sucked
and licked
until there was
nothing
left
who needs
to wait for
Christmas
to have
a good time
#sexy
217 reads
27 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2024 6:00pm
4th May 2024 6:00pm
An Erotic Scribble
No sculpture,
no bowl of fruit,
and no Mona Lisa
can compare,
or surpass
her female form
when it's spread,
curvaceous and ripe,
above my body.
With ferocious zeal
she displays
prominently, permanently,
on the wall
of my erotic memory.
no bowl of fruit,
and no Mona Lisa
can compare,
or surpass
her female form
when it's spread,
curvaceous and ripe,
above my body.
With ferocious zeal
she displays
prominently, permanently,
on the wall
of my erotic memory.
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
118 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2024 7:14pm
29th Apr 2024 7:14pm
Untitled
Before a stitch of clothing
is removed
before a bead of sweat
falls from our skin
before passion
entangles our bodies
let my eyes
penetrate yours
as deeply
as slowly
as i can
the eyes
are the wick
that start the flame
is removed
before a bead of sweat
falls from our skin
before passion
entangles our bodies
let my eyes
penetrate yours
as deeply
as slowly
as i can
the eyes
are the wick
that start the flame
#emotional
#love
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16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2024 9:18pm
28th Apr 2024 9:18pm
Where the weeds have overgrown.
From childhood years, I still recall
running through our worn back door,
but my joyous shouts will shout no more,
my sisters' sleep in a graveyard floor.
In this old home where once we lived
tangled weeds have overgrown.
The swing set now a thing of rust,
the see-saw waits alone.
Our youth feels like a made-up dream.
Lost picture frames displaying we three,
with Mom and Dad near
the backyard tree.
Yet sadly, all that's left is me.
running through our worn back door,
but my joyous shouts will shout no more,
my sisters' sleep in a graveyard floor.
In this old home where once we lived
tangled weeds have overgrown.
The swing set now a thing of rust,
the see-saw waits alone.
Our youth feels like a made-up dream.
Lost picture frames displaying we three,
with Mom and Dad near
the backyard tree.
Yet sadly, all that's left is me.
#home
#MovingOn
106 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2024 7:22pm
28th Apr 2024 7:22pm
The Wildflowers
The purple violet
in your hair
blooms on days
you speak with a sparkle
in your eye.
Fields of wildflowers
dance
at your presence.
The moon's reflection off
the water winks.
Drafty winds turn warm.
Now, speak to me
as if all the flowers
were jealous
and listening.
in your hair
blooms on days
you speak with a sparkle
in your eye.
Fields of wildflowers
dance
at your presence.
The moon's reflection off
the water winks.
Drafty winds turn warm.
Now, speak to me
as if all the flowers
were jealous
and listening.
#love
95 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2024 5:44pm
25th Apr 2024 5:44pm
Long Distance
I've been there; I know.
Erotic words become fierce as fire,
enough to burn paper to ash.
Blood rushes, flowing to the right places.
A metal safe of titillating thoughts and words spills out,
gushes out like a raging dam.
Like race cars, intentions and wishes that are disclosed rock the senses.
A future opportunity for licentious narratives one could muster arrives.
But touch,
close-up eye contact,
the warmth of skin,
secure hugs,
soft voices on pillows—
essential, needed...
Erotic words become fierce as fire,
enough to burn paper to ash.
Blood rushes, flowing to the right places.
A metal safe of titillating thoughts and words spills out,
gushes out like a raging dam.
Like race cars, intentions and wishes that are disclosed rock the senses.
A future opportunity for licentious narratives one could muster arrives.
But touch,
close-up eye contact,
the warmth of skin,
secure hugs,
soft voices on pillows—
essential, needed...
#love
#lust
149 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2024 1:51am
25th Apr 2024 1:51am
Brief moments of time
gripping the short rope of youth:
our hands are
bound to slip off
eventually
our hands are
bound to slip off
eventually
#LifeCycle
108 reads
12 Comments
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