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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
Erasure of an Inconvenient Life - True Crime #1
I consider it a great privilege to witness the passing of a soul into eternity, whatever that may be. There is something miraculous about the quickness of the transitions and emotional changes sometimes involved. It was such with Susan, a 44-year-old divorced mother of three in a Chicago suburb.
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
#money
#murder
#separation
59 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Oct 2024 8:40pm
5th Oct 2024 8:40pm
Dust of the Earth
We approach the expanse of Earth
from our place of plenty.
Who is the girl who cautions my hand?
Will your virginity be preserved in the grave?
Will the worms of earth not devour you in sorrow
And my lust one day burn to ash?
“No!” says the creator,
This dew of youth that glistens on the skin of
imperfect animals asks only that we kiss its shine.
And by the kiss of lips and tongue still moist with life,
each pore will cry out for joining and these eternal nows
will be remembered for a thousand years by our offspring, ...
from our place of plenty.
Who is the girl who cautions my hand?
Will your virginity be preserved in the grave?
Will the worms of earth not devour you in sorrow
And my lust one day burn to ash?
“No!” says the creator,
This dew of youth that glistens on the skin of
imperfect animals asks only that we kiss its shine.
And by the kiss of lips and tongue still moist with life,
each pore will cry out for joining and these eternal nows
will be remembered for a thousand years by our offspring, ...
#death
#love
#lust
99 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Oct 2024 5:50pm
4th Oct 2024 5:50pm
Eyes of My Daughter - Song Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the hustle of the city, as we race to find our gold,
We wear our blinders tightly as hearts grow cold.
The laughter of our children is now a distant sound,
Lost in selfish pleasures as the world spins round and round.
(Chorus)
But now I can clearly see, through my daughter's eyes,
The years that I missed, chasing alibis.
My little girl is seventeen, with dreams of her own,
Still looking for all the love I should've shown.
(Verse 2)
I was a man of passions, with so much love misplaced,
Trying to fill my empty...
In the hustle of the city, as we race to find our gold,
We wear our blinders tightly as hearts grow cold.
The laughter of our children is now a distant sound,
Lost in selfish pleasures as the world spins round and round.
(Chorus)
But now I can clearly see, through my daughter's eyes,
The years that I missed, chasing alibis.
My little girl is seventeen, with dreams of her own,
Still looking for all the love I should've shown.
(Verse 2)
I was a man of passions, with so much love misplaced,
Trying to fill my empty...
#betrayal
#daughter
#fatherhood #lust
#fatherhood #lust
94 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 1:46pm
3rd Oct 2024 1:46pm
Her Nest
As we kiss, my straying fingers find
A nest first formed in her mother's womb.
Oh, how blessed now to kiss
Its moist and ripened bloom.
A nest first formed in her mother's womb.
Oh, how blessed now to kiss
Its moist and ripened bloom.
#daughter
#mother
#sex
165 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2024 8:26pm
2nd Oct 2024 8:26pm
Lost Love
Poem for a Dead Lover
Our young love was naïve and true,
but you went away, leaving me
only with images of what might have been.
When I look into the eyes of a new love,
does your spirit smile from the corner
of our darkened room, knowing
the eyes I see are yours?
When the new girl with angel eyes looks down
to the juncture our bodies and her face
asks if I am the love of her life,
do you already see her approaching death?
Our young love was naïve and true,
but you went away, leaving me
only with images of what might have been.
When I look into the eyes of a new love,
does your spirit smile from the corner
of our darkened room, knowing
the eyes I see are yours?
When the new girl with angel eyes looks down
to the juncture our bodies and her face
asks if I am the love of her life,
do you already see her approaching death?
#death
#FirstLove
116 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Sep 2024 8:24pm
27th Sep 2024 8:24pm
This is Her Surrender
As the woman he'd paid for rolled over naked to face him,
Her legs fell apart as if strings holding
her marionette form had been cut.
Yes, he thought. This is her surrender.
Her child-like face astonished him,
But he was beyond redirection.
The salty petals of her ripened womb
Turned outward, as if seeking the sliver of sunlight
Peeking through haggard curtains.
He knew he would soon possess all of her.
As his clothes fell to the floor, he gazed at her soft pink orifice,
Knowing it would be the member...
Her legs fell apart as if strings holding
her marionette form had been cut.
Yes, he thought. This is her surrender.
Her child-like face astonished him,
But he was beyond redirection.
The salty petals of her ripened womb
Turned outward, as if seeking the sliver of sunlight
Peeking through haggard curtains.
He knew he would soon possess all of her.
As his clothes fell to the floor, he gazed at her soft pink orifice,
Knowing it would be the member...
#death
#lust
#murder
142 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Sep 2024 2:28pm
25th Sep 2024 2:28pm
An Aging Lover
Even wrapped in the wrinkles of mortality,
my love is more beautiful than the young.
I’d rather taste sweet fruit that hangs heavy
from limbs that have known the love of many
than nibble at the tart fruit of young girls
who’ve never known loss or sorrow.
My lover’s autumn tastes sweeter
than the most beautiful virgin spring.
Clothed in time's embrace, her beauty
transcends the blush of youth.
For in her the ripened fruit of life's orchard
swells with a sweetness born of seasons lived
and storms withstood....
my love is more beautiful than the young.
I’d rather taste sweet fruit that hangs heavy
from limbs that have known the love of many
than nibble at the tart fruit of young girls
who’ve never known loss or sorrow.
My lover’s autumn tastes sweeter
than the most beautiful virgin spring.
Clothed in time's embrace, her beauty
transcends the blush of youth.
For in her the ripened fruit of life's orchard
swells with a sweetness born of seasons lived
and storms withstood....
#aging
#sex
136 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Sep 2024 3:22pm
12th Sep 2024 3:22pm
This Night
Very deliberately, consciously,
She felt the strength of her thighs,
Muscles first trained in dance as a child.
Her knees bent easily with reverence,
As if in prayer, for as a child, she'd prayed often.
These were now the legs of a young woman,
Exerting themselves for the pleasure of another.
Gazing down, the fortunate man
Saw in her a disciplined balance,
First peracted as a child at play.
But the man standing in her room
Knew nothing of her past.
He knew only her present form.
He knew...
She felt the strength of her thighs,
Muscles first trained in dance as a child.
Her knees bent easily with reverence,
As if in prayer, for as a child, she'd prayed often.
These were now the legs of a young woman,
Exerting themselves for the pleasure of another.
Gazing down, the fortunate man
Saw in her a disciplined balance,
First peracted as a child at play.
But the man standing in her room
Knew nothing of her past.
He knew only her present form.
He knew...
#lust
#sex
#vulnerability
229 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Sep 2024 4:08pm
4th Sep 2024 4:08pm
Vision of The Prom Dress
She was dressed for the prom and
the boy had never seen anything
so beautiful. With her father standing
four feet away, the boy counted the
small moles on her chest and vowed
he’d kiss every one of them
before the night was through.
the boy had never seen anything
so beautiful. With her father standing
four feet away, the boy counted the
small moles on her chest and vowed
he’d kiss every one of them
before the night was through.
#sensual
140 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2024 3:39pm
24th Aug 2024 3:39pm
Death of a Child
The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the coast of the Black Sea in Ukraine. The day had been calm, the kind of deceptive tranquility that often preceded a storm. The beach, with its golden sand and gentle waves, was a stark contrast to the turmoil that had taken over the country.
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched with...
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched with...
#childhood
#death
#teens #war
#teens #war
115 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2024 1:48pm
22nd Aug 2024 1:48pm
Existence Unremembered
I view it as a privilege to be present at someone’s passing, to play a part in changing the trajectory of one life and by extension, the lives of many others. These were my thoughts as the angry blast left the muzzle of my rifle, carrying despair in its unalterable path. The woman saw the flash of my powder and a moment of horror registered in her face. I love being present to witness that moment of realization.
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
#death
#sex
#violence
150 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Aug 2024 1:28pm
17th Aug 2024 1:28pm
Betrayal - A very short story
The yards around her suburban home were covered in snow. Malia's bedroom was warm. A place that was once a sanctuary of love, now whispered of betrayal. The walls held a gallery of captured smiles and tender embraces, tracing a romance that blossomed into marriage. Yet, as the moonlight danced through the window and over her bed, it illuminated a different scene, a testament to the frailty of vows.
Earlier, Malia had been seized by an ancient generosity, a yearning to offer herself completely to another. It was an intoxicating desire, one that demanded she spread all she was or...
Earlier, Malia had been seized by an ancient generosity, a yearning to offer herself completely to another. It was an intoxicating desire, one that demanded she spread all she was or...
#betrayal
#marriage
#sex
124 reads
3 Comments
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