Submissions by LostViking (Lost Viking)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry so dark feelings find their voice. Sometimes the result is pleasing, dark, ugly, or humorous. Writing is a good way to get the crap out.
Little Brown Sugar
Little brown sugar was mighty fine.
Slender little girl with a nice behind.
Fruit was sweet just barely ripe.
She said, “Let’s bed down tonight.”
God, and what a night it was
Playing in her mound of fluffy fuzz.
Her little brown tits bounced overhead.
When she finished up I was close to dead.
Slender little girl with a nice behind.
Fruit was sweet just barely ripe.
She said, “Let’s bed down tonight.”
God, and what a night it was
Playing in her mound of fluffy fuzz.
Her little brown tits bounced overhead.
When she finished up I was close to dead.
#sex
117 reads
3 Comments
Broken Promises
O worthy and eternal Judge,
do not let the pains of death
turn us away from you at our last hour.
-Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids.
Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss.
Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful,
but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood.
It held the promise of purity she kept until we met.
My eyes drifted over her remembering,
thankful for broken promises.
do not let the pains of death
turn us away from you at our last hour.
-Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids.
Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss.
Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful,
but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood.
It held the promise of purity she kept until we met.
My eyes drifted over her remembering,
thankful for broken promises.
#love
#death
63 reads
2 Comments
Parting of Angels' Wings
She lifts her arms
with a smile that
knows my thoughts.
How sweet is this
parting of angels’ wings.
In innocence, young breasts
reveal themselves, having
never been lusted for
until this night.
with a smile that
knows my thoughts.
How sweet is this
parting of angels’ wings.
In innocence, young breasts
reveal themselves, having
never been lusted for
until this night.
#lust
#angels
113 reads
1 Comment
Prom Night

#teens
#sex
85 reads
2 Comments
Unmerited Gift of Life
To all the honest women
I have loved, please
accept my apologies.
When I asked for what was
most precious in your life,
you gave it willingly. When
we loved; you were my only
one for a season, a shining jewel.
Now, some of us are
learning to face endings.
Let us be honest and
pure in sharing of
what has been given us.
Let us celebrate
temporal human pleasure,
giving all to what remains.
The warm breasts and
moist unions of this night
will one day be reduced to ash. ...
I have loved, please
accept my apologies.
When I asked for what was
most precious in your life,
you gave it willingly. When
we loved; you were my only
one for a season, a shining jewel.
Now, some of us are
learning to face endings.
Let us be honest and
pure in sharing of
what has been given us.
Let us celebrate
temporal human pleasure,
giving all to what remains.
The warm breasts and
moist unions of this night
will one day be reduced to ash. ...
#love
#grief
#beauty
139 reads
3 Comments
The Shape of Her Dying
I felt sorrow as she fell hard on the rocks.
Most animals are awkward
in death and humans more so.
The shape of her dying felt
unrehearsed and foreign to me.
The finality of her was
beautiful in its naked stillness,
an Irish vessel suddenly
emptied of its poetry.
Most animals are awkward
in death and humans more so.
The shape of her dying felt
unrehearsed and foreign to me.
The finality of her was
beautiful in its naked stillness,
an Irish vessel suddenly
emptied of its poetry.
#death
117 reads
5 Comments
Edges

#death
#risk
116 reads
4 Comments
All Night Blues

#sex
#beauty
171 reads
3 Comments
It Must Have Been Beautiful
My grandfather carried grief from the war.
He limped to one side. My mother said
there was nothing wrong with his leg.
My grandmother said he always limped
after the war. She didn’t know why.
When my grandfather came home, he
worked every day to build a life for his wife and family.
He loved my grandmother and my mother, not perfectly,
but still he loved them in his way.
Going through photos in his chest, I found
a young Korean girl mixed in with colorless
glossy prints of his army buddies. She seemed
out of...
He limped to one side. My mother said
there was nothing wrong with his leg.
My grandmother said he always limped
after the war. She didn’t know why.
When my grandfather came home, he
worked every day to build a life for his wife and family.
He loved my grandmother and my mother, not perfectly,
but still he loved them in his way.
Going through photos in his chest, I found
a young Korean girl mixed in with colorless
glossy prints of his army buddies. She seemed
out of...
#love
#grief
#family #war
#family #war
124 reads
5 Comments
Forty-Seven Seconds

#love
#sex
#death
208 reads
2 Comments
The Anniversary

#love
#marriage
#murder #anniversary
#murder #anniversary
99 reads
7 Comments
The Anniversary

#marriage
#murder
#anniversary
71 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by LostViking (Lost Viking)