Submissions by Inkplay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I find my scribblings are either brimming with light or staring into darkness, well, we all have to peer into the void sometimes.
Mmmmmm
Her kisses hugged
my soul like hot molasses
dripped on ice-cream,
melting me without resistance,
my soul like hot molasses
dripped on ice-cream,
melting me without resistance,
#beauty
#love
#sensual
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She Dances
Embroidered by dragonflies,
the silk of her dress
glistens, whilst the
stars above lay still
as she dances
barefoot on
soft moss.
Even the crack of the firewood
sounds subdued in her
presence and for a moment,
I silently beg the universe to stop,
for just a second.
Shadows from the fire
pirouettes about her ankles,the smell of pine infused
with smoke fills the air between
us and under a perfect moonlight,
I am mesmerized.
She moves with the grace of freedom.
the silk of her dress
glistens, whilst the
stars above lay still
as she dances
barefoot on
soft moss.
Even the crack of the firewood
sounds subdued in her
presence and for a moment,
I silently beg the universe to stop,
for just a second.
Shadows from the fire
pirouettes about her ankles,the smell of pine infused
with smoke fills the air between
us and under a perfect moonlight,
I am mesmerized.
She moves with the grace of freedom.
#beauty
#love
#nature
202 reads
9 Comments
Until
I'm day dreaming about you . . .
Undressing in rustic lace
in the midst of autumn as the fire cracks
behind the softest tones of I want you . . .
Well come here then and be a good girl
as knee by knee on the bed you unfurl
under the pressure of my hand on your chest and your thigh, sinking into the bed
where feeling the surprise as your inhale deepens . . . along with my dick . . . And you hands grip tightly onto my hips where
one minute your pushing to keep me away, pulling me into your wetness again and again . . . .
When I...
Undressing in rustic lace
in the midst of autumn as the fire cracks
behind the softest tones of I want you . . .
Well come here then and be a good girl
as knee by knee on the bed you unfurl
under the pressure of my hand on your chest and your thigh, sinking into the bed
where feeling the surprise as your inhale deepens . . . along with my dick . . . And you hands grip tightly onto my hips where
one minute your pushing to keep me away, pulling me into your wetness again and again . . . .
When I...
#dreams
#erotic
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8 Comments
Winter (Acrostic)
When my heart
in all its reverent and
nefarious offerings,
tossed a coin to the boatman,
eternity so began its
rapture upon my mind.
in all its reverent and
nefarious offerings,
tossed a coin to the boatman,
eternity so began its
rapture upon my mind.
#depression
#loneliness
#sadness
154 reads
3 Comments
Falling Skies
This loneliness is
the prerequisite
of a hearts aching hunger,
that which twists
the mind and fragments
the soul into casams
of rubble where no
foundations can be laid,
riverbeds sit like deserts
across barren lands with falling skies,
dry winds stain iris's of rose;
Moments of lucid dreams plague a
well worn path and
"am I strong enough"
becomes my mantra.
the prerequisite
of a hearts aching hunger,
that which twists
the mind and fragments
the soul into casams
of rubble where no
foundations can be laid,
riverbeds sit like deserts
across barren lands with falling skies,
dry winds stain iris's of rose;
Moments of lucid dreams plague a
well worn path and
"am I strong enough"
becomes my mantra.
#depression
#sadness
180 reads
4 Comments
A Fairies Festival ( An ABC Poem)
A rare fairy song
Brings forth the dragonflies dance,
Captivating the pixies hearts
Dissipating their impish frowns.
Elves sitting in the forest court with
Flowers smiling at their feet,
Gnomes playing their instruments where
Hobbits break bread and tell tales of old.
Insights from the seers tell of future's bold
Jasmine wine for the elders, deep in thought.
Kings would weep at the sight of a festival where
Lotus flowers decorate the table of feast
Maple trees shade the sun from the east.
North of the vale, natures children ...
Brings forth the dragonflies dance,
Captivating the pixies hearts
Dissipating their impish frowns.
Elves sitting in the forest court with
Flowers smiling at their feet,
Gnomes playing their instruments where
Hobbits break bread and tell tales of old.
Insights from the seers tell of future's bold
Jasmine wine for the elders, deep in thought.
Kings would weep at the sight of a festival where
Lotus flowers decorate the table of feast
Maple trees shade the sun from the east.
North of the vale, natures children ...
#fairies
#magic
#narrative
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Mine Love (An Olde English Heart)
I hath fallen deeply for thee,
Mine eye seeketh for thy smile
Mine hand reaches for thine touch
Dreams plague mine thoughts
Whilst mine eyes are open
Acting a wondrous play
Of purest beauty
Adorned with finest lace
Chrysanthemum in thy hair
Thou wander betwixt mighty oaks
In the vale of imagination
Watched from a distance as an apparition
Mine presence is not needed....
To spoil such an effigy as this
Would bring a travesty of justice
To mine serene...perfect.....dream
Thy...
Mine eye seeketh for thy smile
Mine hand reaches for thine touch
Dreams plague mine thoughts
Whilst mine eyes are open
Acting a wondrous play
Of purest beauty
Adorned with finest lace
Chrysanthemum in thy hair
Thou wander betwixt mighty oaks
In the vale of imagination
Watched from a distance as an apparition
Mine presence is not needed....
To spoil such an effigy as this
Would bring a travesty of justice
To mine serene...perfect.....dream
Thy...
#beauty
#dreams
#FallingInLove
#love
#nature
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Where Auras Collide
There was no sparkle to the moon,
she sat there, pale,
beautiful as ever….
but she never sparkled,
not like she does now.
This coffee tastes sweet
but not for the sugar,
everything seems to have a
quality of colour that penetrates
me as we walk through ancient streets
where past lives meet…..
Each wave fought, and won with pride
the tide that tried to conquer and divide,
but our walls were too high
and foundations too deep,
and I prey, our hearts as one we keep.
The pages turn in our story, ...
she sat there, pale,
beautiful as ever….
but she never sparkled,
not like she does now.
This coffee tastes sweet
but not for the sugar,
everything seems to have a
quality of colour that penetrates
me as we walk through ancient streets
where past lives meet…..
Each wave fought, and won with pride
the tide that tried to conquer and divide,
but our walls were too high
and foundations too deep,
and I prey, our hearts as one we keep.
The pages turn in our story, ...
#FallingInLove
#love
225 reads
11 Comments
Emeralds And Songbirds
I wish that it
rained emeralds for you,
as you bathe in
the eternal sunsets hue
and time would slow
to mark your grace,
savouring the beauty
on your face.
With strength I watch
your passion swell,
your voice sings to me
my own liberty bell,
as I hold your hand
to the bluebirds song,
we dance under the
Moonlight all night long.
If winter should
fall early this year,
your warmth would
melt my crystal tears.
And with patience
you would watch them dry,
I would...
rained emeralds for you,
as you bathe in
the eternal sunsets hue
and time would slow
to mark your grace,
savouring the beauty
on your face.
With strength I watch
your passion swell,
your voice sings to me
my own liberty bell,
as I hold your hand
to the bluebirds song,
we dance under the
Moonlight all night long.
If winter should
fall early this year,
your warmth would
melt my crystal tears.
And with patience
you would watch them dry,
I would...
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
152 reads
2 Comments
A Man And A Woman (Nonet & reverse. . . Plus a line lol)
Because I am the words here.
Between these words are you,
my inspiration.
In archs of ink
my pen flows
for you
only.
So
with you
my heart bonds
no new scars made,
no false prophecy.
just a man and woman
with love, respect and honour.
We'll have each other to hold close,
when all in the world seems lost to us.
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It can be read from top to bottom or bottom to top.
Between these words are you,
my inspiration.
In archs of ink
my pen flows
for you
only.
So
with you
my heart bonds
no new scars made,
no false prophecy.
just a man and woman
with love, respect and honour.
We'll have each other to hold close,
when all in the world seems lost to us.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It can be read from top to bottom or bottom to top.
#hope
#love
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
The Perception Of An Insecure Heart
This aching hunger
that kept me blinded for so long,
you filled in an instance,
not knowing the power you had over me,
still have over me,
not knowing just how beautiful
my loves surrender to you was.
It was always you that held my heart,
melting it in your hands, its rhythm,
at your command as a breeze
whistles through tall grasses,
gesturing to them which way to bend.
Still, My soul fears a trip,
that leads to a stumble that leads to a fall
and it fights this fear,
fights for its right to...
that kept me blinded for so long,
you filled in an instance,
not knowing the power you had over me,
still have over me,
not knowing just how beautiful
my loves surrender to you was.
It was always you that held my heart,
melting it in your hands, its rhythm,
at your command as a breeze
whistles through tall grasses,
gesturing to them which way to bend.
Still, My soul fears a trip,
that leads to a stumble that leads to a fall
and it fights this fear,
fights for its right to...
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#relationships
#SelfDiscovery
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0 Comments
If I Stop To Remember
I have scar tissue
that spells her name,
Its valleys and peaks
landscape my core
and if I stop too long,
I'd spend a lifetime
hiking through them.
Each tree a scent
each blade of grass a memory
and the great plateau
where we parted ways
dominates all.
When sorrow dances in my bones
instinctively I move to its rhythm,
regardless if I want to or not.
that spells her name,
Its valleys and peaks
landscape my core
and if I stop too long,
I'd spend a lifetime
hiking through them.
Each tree a scent
each blade of grass a memory
and the great plateau
where we parted ways
dominates all.
When sorrow dances in my bones
instinctively I move to its rhythm,
regardless if I want to or not.
#breakup
#love
#relationships
173 reads
6 Comments
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