Submissions by Enchantress_Em
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am but a soul that craves validation from others that walk this earth - a soul that doesn't know for what it yearns but oh it yearns so deeply
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2017 10:56pm
12th Apr 2017 10:56pm
purity of passion
i lived my life believing purity was a virtue to be extolled
but unholy thoughts of you are all that i think about now
i think of your body hovering over mine, our shared anticipation heavy in the air
i think of the way our eyes catch when your lips are upon my breast
i think of the way i gasp as you push yourself deep into me
you make me a sinner in my own body
casting red light upon my lips, which i once thought were pure
but as i drown in sin my body only craves more
i enter the domain of lust and leave as a proponent of a new truth ...
but unholy thoughts of you are all that i think about now
i think of your body hovering over mine, our shared anticipation heavy in the air
i think of the way our eyes catch when your lips are upon my breast
i think of the way i gasp as you push yourself deep into me
you make me a sinner in my own body
casting red light upon my lips, which i once thought were pure
but as i drown in sin my body only craves more
i enter the domain of lust and leave as a proponent of a new truth ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Apr 2017 11:40pm
10th Apr 2017 11:40pm
i let you undress me
with grace i let you undress me
but in truth that is wrong, for from the moment we locked eyes i didn't let you do anything
you stripped me of my clothes in quick motions
as if you couldn't bare the thought of being separated by something as mundane as fabric
and with my clothes scattered on the ground and my body shivering as it met the air you wouldn't allow me the privilege of doing the same to you
but before i know it i'm pushed backwards into the bed with your skin on mine
it feels like a tidal wave of emotions rushing through me as you cover...
but in truth that is wrong, for from the moment we locked eyes i didn't let you do anything
you stripped me of my clothes in quick motions
as if you couldn't bare the thought of being separated by something as mundane as fabric
and with my clothes scattered on the ground and my body shivering as it met the air you wouldn't allow me the privilege of doing the same to you
but before i know it i'm pushed backwards into the bed with your skin on mine
it feels like a tidal wave of emotions rushing through me as you cover...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2017 10:47pm
10th Apr 2017 10:47pm
my rug
have you ever had a rug ripped from under your feet
it sends you spiraling forward with such force
you're surprised when your vision doesn't black out
instead you see something different
walls drip their colour and are replaced with something different
skyscrapers are traded for quiet pathways
the bustle of the city is traded for impassive rows of houses
the ability to fly is traded for golden bars in every direction
you pick yourself up from the floor and look for that rug
you want to put that rug back, you want things to return
but the...
it sends you spiraling forward with such force
you're surprised when your vision doesn't black out
instead you see something different
walls drip their colour and are replaced with something different
skyscrapers are traded for quiet pathways
the bustle of the city is traded for impassive rows of houses
the ability to fly is traded for golden bars in every direction
you pick yourself up from the floor and look for that rug
you want to put that rug back, you want things to return
but the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2017 00:02am
24th Mar 2017 00:02am
hands that serve
these hands that seek to always help
these hands that always sooth like a soft balm
these hands that reach out to grasp those who have fallen into the shadows
oh these hands
every time they help they grow rough and tired
every time they sooth they lose feeling
every time they pull someone from the shadows they return with deep wounds
such is the curse of doing
for it doesn't matter if you are doing for the right reasons
by doing at all, you throw yourself at the mercy of the outside
and the outside is never merciful
these hands that always sooth like a soft balm
these hands that reach out to grasp those who have fallen into the shadows
oh these hands
every time they help they grow rough and tired
every time they sooth they lose feeling
every time they pull someone from the shadows they return with deep wounds
such is the curse of doing
for it doesn't matter if you are doing for the right reasons
by doing at all, you throw yourself at the mercy of the outside
and the outside is never merciful
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 11:50pm
4th Mar 2017 11:50pm
silence of choice
there's a moment of silence
that stretches and expands to fill a room
this moment of silence is born from your mind
when you make the decision to move forward
with consequences unknown and reasons saturated with wanting
and for days later you'll remember that moment of silence
because it was your fork in the road
and without lantern nor map you launched yourself forward
ignoring both roads
into the gaping maw of the dark forest
that stretches and expands to fill a room
this moment of silence is born from your mind
when you make the decision to move forward
with consequences unknown and reasons saturated with wanting
and for days later you'll remember that moment of silence
because it was your fork in the road
and without lantern nor map you launched yourself forward
ignoring both roads
into the gaping maw of the dark forest
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 9:55pm
27th Feb 2017 9:55pm
a moment
it's easy to find yourself reliving memories of that which was
especially when that which is is underwhelming to the highest degree
who would want to live in the moment when their moment consists of lukewarm coffee and notes scribbled on mountain-high stacks of paper
who would want to live in the moment when there was a better moment only days ago
and so what if reliving this better moment means neglecting all of the present
because what does the present have to offer that the past cannot provide
and why would you sit alone with your coffee and your notes ...
especially when that which is is underwhelming to the highest degree
who would want to live in the moment when their moment consists of lukewarm coffee and notes scribbled on mountain-high stacks of paper
who would want to live in the moment when there was a better moment only days ago
and so what if reliving this better moment means neglecting all of the present
because what does the present have to offer that the past cannot provide
and why would you sit alone with your coffee and your notes ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2017 1:07am
25th Feb 2017 1:07am
where we will lie
should rain never end
bodies will forevermore
soak under cool mist
for this universe
always provide the children
of earth with their earth
bodies will forevermore
soak under cool mist
for this universe
always provide the children
of earth with their earth
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2017 1:02am
24th Feb 2017 1:02am
the devil and you
if you throw yourself at the devil
who are you to be surprised
when he tries to take your soul
who are you to be surprised
when he tries to take your soul
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 7:18pm
23rd Feb 2017 7:18pm
where we see the problems we live in
hey there dear friend stop looking so sad
one day soon you will learn to be glad
the poison the pain the sticks and the stones
soon they'll mean nothing to your aging bones
for this is the time when humanity screams
where capital punishment is only of dreams
and death is a gift that always keeps giving
and torture is granted only to the living
because where is the justice with criminals free
after sating their appetite they are let be
and the ones who suffered for all of their crimes
are told they may yet be whole, in time
but what...
one day soon you will learn to be glad
the poison the pain the sticks and the stones
soon they'll mean nothing to your aging bones
for this is the time when humanity screams
where capital punishment is only of dreams
and death is a gift that always keeps giving
and torture is granted only to the living
because where is the justice with criminals free
after sating their appetite they are let be
and the ones who suffered for all of their crimes
are told they may yet be whole, in time
but what...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 3:44am
23rd Feb 2017 3:44am
so...im starting to miss you
so...i'm starting to miss you
i'm starting to forget the way you touch my face
and i close my eyes tight, willing the memory to arise
there's a hundred different times and a hundred different places
but i feel nothing other than deep longing, no surprise
the repertoire of imagination that i have culled for years
it does nothing to give me respite from the feeling
i may pretend that i do well apart and alone
but in truth, i am the type that thrives on being
and when i say being, it refers to living
but living in a...
i'm starting to forget the way you touch my face
and i close my eyes tight, willing the memory to arise
there's a hundred different times and a hundred different places
but i feel nothing other than deep longing, no surprise
the repertoire of imagination that i have culled for years
it does nothing to give me respite from the feeling
i may pretend that i do well apart and alone
but in truth, i am the type that thrives on being
and when i say being, it refers to living
but living in a...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 1:02am
23rd Feb 2017 1:02am
wings of a human
grasp those wings that grow out of your back
pull them forward tightly with your bloodied hands
do you deserve the white that marks you of heaven
do you deserve the halo of gilded roses settled against your forehead
rip them out
rip them out
you deserve nothing
you do not deserve to be heralded as a messenger of peace
your hands run with the blood of innocents
your heart beats on borrowed time
but you cannot your selfishness grew with time
you've lost yourself to a downward spiral
you let...
pull them forward tightly with your bloodied hands
do you deserve the white that marks you of heaven
do you deserve the halo of gilded roses settled against your forehead
rip them out
rip them out
you deserve nothing
you do not deserve to be heralded as a messenger of peace
your hands run with the blood of innocents
your heart beats on borrowed time
but you cannot your selfishness grew with time
you've lost yourself to a downward spiral
you let...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2017 4:57am
22nd Feb 2017 4:57am
Burning for the First Time
I let my skin burn
Let your fingers run down my body
My back arching, without respite, into you
Everywhere you are, I blister
I am red-hot under your touch
Burning so fast I begin to scald your own skin
But you don't stop to quench the heat
Accepting my fire as your own you stay
You burn alongside me in my glory
You whisper into my ear
I care not what you do to me
I let out a heady groan; your body slick against mine
My skin sizzles with sweat and sweet wetness
I allow myself to burn for the first time
Let me be the...
Let your fingers run down my body
My back arching, without respite, into you
Everywhere you are, I blister
I am red-hot under your touch
Burning so fast I begin to scald your own skin
But you don't stop to quench the heat
Accepting my fire as your own you stay
You burn alongside me in my glory
You whisper into my ear
I care not what you do to me
I let out a heady groan; your body slick against mine
My skin sizzles with sweat and sweet wetness
I allow myself to burn for the first time
Let me be the...
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