Submissions by FindingZoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write both erotic and non-erotic poetry. My erotic poetry speaks the language of dominance and submission. My non-erotic poetry is mostly introspective with the occasional social commentary.
SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2015 3:21pm
28th Mar 2015 3:21pm
Small Furry Dead Things
Was it the way I cast my eyes
To the side when you looked at me
Or the way I protested all your pretty words?
What pointed you in my direction?
How did you know I would not run?
That I would freeze in the headlights
Only a brief protest and then compliant
With your destruction
It must have been the sight of me
Too tempting to resist
A new prize, stuffed and mounted
Arranged precisely in your memory
Tell me, how did you recognize
My presence, my vulnerability
And why did you keep driving
Into me as I lay flat
...
To the side when you looked at me
Or the way I protested all your pretty words?
What pointed you in my direction?
How did you know I would not run?
That I would freeze in the headlights
Only a brief protest and then compliant
With your destruction
It must have been the sight of me
Too tempting to resist
A new prize, stuffed and mounted
Arranged precisely in your memory
Tell me, how did you recognize
My presence, my vulnerability
And why did you keep driving
Into me as I lay flat
...
563 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Mar 2015 11:30am
28th Mar 2015 11:30am
Lemons and Knives
If I smiled into a teacup
Would it be your voice
I hear dancing on the rim
Hitting the smooth porcelain
Sides, an echoing pebble
In my tin can heart
I know I am a cinnamon
Lime, a catcall when you
Press. You, who are always eager
To treat me like you
Favorite lightbulb
Screw me to the wall and
Turn me out
With frenetic surgical precision
I run, stripping leaves with my
Serrated fingers. Looking for that
Quick turnaround and sips of
North-reared sunshine
I fit time to my mouth
Hidden lipstick trails...
Would it be your voice
I hear dancing on the rim
Hitting the smooth porcelain
Sides, an echoing pebble
In my tin can heart
I know I am a cinnamon
Lime, a catcall when you
Press. You, who are always eager
To treat me like you
Favorite lightbulb
Screw me to the wall and
Turn me out
With frenetic surgical precision
I run, stripping leaves with my
Serrated fingers. Looking for that
Quick turnaround and sips of
North-reared sunshine
I fit time to my mouth
Hidden lipstick trails...
680 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 10:42am
27th Mar 2015 10:42am
Factory Reject
There is a lady inside our refrigerator
She crawled into it one day
When the guard was upstairs watching
The microwave display
The Others put her in there
Because she was different
Her blue eyes had silver flecks
And when she was little
She dreamed of racing cars
Once she had music inside and she sang
But the others shut her up
She sang of love
And they wanted to forget
Now she is cold, lonely, sad
Preserved in metal
She groans and spits out ice-
Thud-
I can hear her
She isn’t totally frozen
Her heart is warm...
She crawled into it one day
When the guard was upstairs watching
The microwave display
The Others put her in there
Because she was different
Her blue eyes had silver flecks
And when she was little
She dreamed of racing cars
Once she had music inside and she sang
But the others shut her up
She sang of love
And they wanted to forget
Now she is cold, lonely, sad
Preserved in metal
She groans and spits out ice-
Thud-
I can hear her
She isn’t totally frozen
Her heart is warm...
626 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 10:26am
27th Mar 2015 10:26am
Banquet Du Jour
Oh hell baby
Just touch me
I don’t care where
I will open for youj
I am your doorknob
You always get your turn
I broke the shelf
To get here
I’m not sitting
That’s my back disappearing
Around the corner
Chase me
Wouldn’t you like to know
Where I go when you’re gone?
Curiosity kills
But it’s my own best friend
My own personal absinthe
Of bright green
I am lying on your table
My hand doing curious and delicious things
Come taste the meal
I have prepared for you
-Zoe Richardson
Just touch me
I don’t care where
I will open for youj
I am your doorknob
You always get your turn
I broke the shelf
To get here
I’m not sitting
That’s my back disappearing
Around the corner
Chase me
Wouldn’t you like to know
Where I go when you’re gone?
Curiosity kills
But it’s my own best friend
My own personal absinthe
Of bright green
I am lying on your table
My hand doing curious and delicious things
Come taste the meal
I have prepared for you
-Zoe Richardson
701 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 10:14am
26th Mar 2015 10:14am
Weaving Through The Night
A moment ago
I was merely watching
As through a glass darkly
And my heart was reaching out to you
Out of the blackness
You shone a kind of light
An illumination that asked only
That I receive it
It shot through
And I bore the weight of the arrow
Upon my chest
Through the fog I could almost see you
You stepped out from the mist
A song rising from your outstretched hand
We moved silently to the melody
Without touching
What a pair we made
You in the light and the darkness in me
You touched me briefly...
I was merely watching
As through a glass darkly
And my heart was reaching out to you
Out of the blackness
You shone a kind of light
An illumination that asked only
That I receive it
It shot through
And I bore the weight of the arrow
Upon my chest
Through the fog I could almost see you
You stepped out from the mist
A song rising from your outstretched hand
We moved silently to the melody
Without touching
What a pair we made
You in the light and the darkness in me
You touched me briefly...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 10:02am
26th Mar 2015 10:02am
Faerie In A Bottle
You have no idea what you have done
Or how I spark and sizzle like
Tinkerbell in a rainstorm
I am a whistle in the wind
And you have chased me down the hollow
I am dancing in the moonlight
Where you intrude into the glen
You cannot be here with me
Breaking all the rules
OF human and fair alike
This is not your word
I have not asked you in
You will not leave
I will not follow
There is nothing left for you to do
But scoop me up into your vessel
Slip me in your pocket
And carry me away
While I beat the...
Or how I spark and sizzle like
Tinkerbell in a rainstorm
I am a whistle in the wind
And you have chased me down the hollow
I am dancing in the moonlight
Where you intrude into the glen
You cannot be here with me
Breaking all the rules
OF human and fair alike
This is not your word
I have not asked you in
You will not leave
I will not follow
There is nothing left for you to do
But scoop me up into your vessel
Slip me in your pocket
And carry me away
While I beat the...
735 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Mar 2015 8:52am
25th Mar 2015 8:52am
Fertility Ritual
I save a chocolate glance for you
A chaste seduction in
The turn of a shoulder
The glaring lust
In my upswept hair
My peach fuzz nape entices
Surrender is a dance
A mating of like beings
Knees bent I find Faberge
Fragility when pressed
By your upper hands
Fertile and fresh
Light falls into my soul
I am healed with milk
And southern rain
In my soul and in my soil
Root, blade, and growing leaf
I offer my flowers to you
-Zoe Richardson
A chaste seduction in
The turn of a shoulder
The glaring lust
In my upswept hair
My peach fuzz nape entices
Surrender is a dance
A mating of like beings
Knees bent I find Faberge
Fragility when pressed
By your upper hands
Fertile and fresh
Light falls into my soul
I am healed with milk
And southern rain
In my soul and in my soil
Root, blade, and growing leaf
I offer my flowers to you
-Zoe Richardson
727 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2015 8:37am
25th Mar 2015 8:37am
How Things Diminish
There is a word of warning I would give to you
Your heart can grow cold-I know
One day it is spring in your heart
There is sun and green
And a song that sings itself through you
Bubbling over because you care so much
Your caring is a tangible thing
Running through your fingers like sand or oil or love
Given a little too late
You want to reach out and give to others
But when you do you find out that people
Take away the bits and pieces of you
Until there is nothing left but a vague feeling that things
Are no longer the same
One...
Your heart can grow cold-I know
One day it is spring in your heart
There is sun and green
And a song that sings itself through you
Bubbling over because you care so much
Your caring is a tangible thing
Running through your fingers like sand or oil or love
Given a little too late
You want to reach out and give to others
But when you do you find out that people
Take away the bits and pieces of you
Until there is nothing left but a vague feeling that things
Are no longer the same
One...
565 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 9:54am
23rd Mar 2015 9:54am
American Wasteland
Lincoln never did have much on you
Even though you both scuttled about
The same rocks, looking for unity.
Words of love fell from your lips
Erotic whirligigs spinning to the ground
On papery wings
You kept plowing but you never
Took root, all your seeds suffering
From lack of nurture
You found fertile ground but growing
Things take time and you have none
You gave no water in times of drought
Left delicate greenhouse beauty exposed
Standing in the sun
You lament the passing of the breadbasket
But turn your back on the...
Even though you both scuttled about
The same rocks, looking for unity.
Words of love fell from your lips
Erotic whirligigs spinning to the ground
On papery wings
You kept plowing but you never
Took root, all your seeds suffering
From lack of nurture
You found fertile ground but growing
Things take time and you have none
You gave no water in times of drought
Left delicate greenhouse beauty exposed
Standing in the sun
You lament the passing of the breadbasket
But turn your back on the...
614 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 9:50am
23rd Mar 2015 9:50am
Craving
Bathe in the river of seduction
Dip my feet in the waters of sin
Cast my nets in the waves
Of all things unspoken
And draw in my desire
Breathing low
A soft moan grows
Louder still until
Hoarse and piercing it
Hangs in the air above
Our bodies
The cry, that tearing sound
That crashes into your soul
The rhythm of your hips
That matches the cadence of our words
The percussion of our sighs
Violence and love
Sweetness and sex
Promises and betrayals
Make me yours
And I am willing to draw more
From you as...
Dip my feet in the waters of sin
Cast my nets in the waves
Of all things unspoken
And draw in my desire
Breathing low
A soft moan grows
Louder still until
Hoarse and piercing it
Hangs in the air above
Our bodies
The cry, that tearing sound
That crashes into your soul
The rhythm of your hips
That matches the cadence of our words
The percussion of our sighs
Violence and love
Sweetness and sex
Promises and betrayals
Make me yours
And I am willing to draw more
From you as...
974 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 11:31am
22nd Mar 2015 11:31am
For Your Eyes Ony
Do not own me as
If I am salt to you
Thrown from a hasty
Pocket to thorny ground
Own me as chalcedony
And jasper and bright cerulean
A cacophony of jewels
Scattered across your bed
Love me with wit and
Prepositions
Over around under and through
Until we are laughing and savage
Do not take me as the
Beasts in the fields but
As hummingbirds
Wings beating in unison
Lift me as your chalice
Of delight and milkseed
And I will glitter more
Precious than all the gems
For you and you alone.
...
If I am salt to you
Thrown from a hasty
Pocket to thorny ground
Own me as chalcedony
And jasper and bright cerulean
A cacophony of jewels
Scattered across your bed
Love me with wit and
Prepositions
Over around under and through
Until we are laughing and savage
Do not take me as the
Beasts in the fields but
As hummingbirds
Wings beating in unison
Lift me as your chalice
Of delight and milkseed
And I will glitter more
Precious than all the gems
For you and you alone.
...
749 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 11:13am
21st Mar 2015 11:13am
Beverly Hillbillies
When Mr. Drysdale
Stole all of Jed Clampett’s money
And ran off to Peru with
Miss Hathaway, some said
He was a weak man.
After all, he had the means
To get to South America
Plenty of dollars to spend
Once he arrived.
And yet, happiness eluded him.
His wife pursued him
Like a pack of slavering daemons
He could feel her lawyer’s blast
Of hot air on his neck
No matter how well
He covered his tracks
His days and nights became
Floor-walking cowardly ones.
He stood looking out
At the fields of growing crops...
Stole all of Jed Clampett’s money
And ran off to Peru with
Miss Hathaway, some said
He was a weak man.
After all, he had the means
To get to South America
Plenty of dollars to spend
Once he arrived.
And yet, happiness eluded him.
His wife pursued him
Like a pack of slavering daemons
He could feel her lawyer’s blast
Of hot air on his neck
No matter how well
He covered his tracks
His days and nights became
Floor-walking cowardly ones.
He stood looking out
At the fields of growing crops...
580 reads
0 Comments
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