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.
LOVE POEM
Published
Yesterday 2:19pm
Yesterday 2:19pm
Still She Remained Alone
She remembered everything
Soft parting of their lips
Touching tongues and the rush of warm
The feel of fingertips
He remembered none of it
He moved from soul to soul
Possessing flesh was his only call
He sought complete control
Their bodies crashed together
But spirits remained unknown
Her flesh sang songs at his request
Still she remained alone
Soft parting of their lips
Touching tongues and the rush of warm
The feel of fingertips
He remembered none of it
He moved from soul to soul
Possessing flesh was his only call
He sought complete control
Their bodies crashed together
But spirits remained unknown
Her flesh sang songs at his request
Still she remained alone
#relationships
#conflict
#lover
25 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 12:09pm
Yesterday 12:09pm
Still Beautiful and Frozen Young
I stand alone, looking deep into the dark edge where bitter cold keeps all frozen young.
Only moments before, you walked into the morning light, warm and wet.
I drank from you until only dust remained.
I held your heat until only an icy shell remained.
Then, I walked you back to join the others, still beautiful and frozen young.
Only moments before, you walked into the morning light, warm and wet.
I drank from you until only dust remained.
I held your heat until only an icy shell remained.
Then, I walked you back to join the others, still beautiful and frozen young.
#lust
#sex
#murder
26 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 12:25pm
22nd Sep 2021 12:25pm
Frozen in Time: Faded Polaroid
The cardboard cigar box smelled of attic dust. I opened it with reverence.
My father, now dead, seemed frozen in time to me as an older man, but the Polaroid image in my hand showed him at sixteen, staring at a sender girl in a white bathing suit.
Was this my father, his eyes filled with such grown-up desire?
Her face seemed innocent but determined, and I thought, beautiful.
On the back of the Polaroid, he’d inked, “Susan 1980.”
I held the thick edge and looked at their faces, frozen in time.
How long must life have looked to them as they...
My father, now dead, seemed frozen in time to me as an older man, but the Polaroid image in my hand showed him at sixteen, staring at a sender girl in a white bathing suit.
Was this my father, his eyes filled with such grown-up desire?
Her face seemed innocent but determined, and I thought, beautiful.
On the back of the Polaroid, he’d inked, “Susan 1980.”
I held the thick edge and looked at their faces, frozen in time.
How long must life have looked to them as they...
#love
#sex
#aging #FirstLove
#aging #FirstLove
41 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Sep 2021 4:50pm
21st Sep 2021 4:50pm
I Too, Think of Death
#love
#sex
#death #risk
#death #risk
79 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Sep 2021 1:43pm
21st Sep 2021 1:43pm
Dust Returning to Dust
#love
#erotic
#beauty #death
#beauty #death
64 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2021 12:57pm
19th Sep 2021 12:57pm
The Osprey's Call
Must the animal mind seek to possess all beauty
and at what cost?
Must desires consume all that is
and all that might have been?
A single osprey with clinched talons rises from the death of another.
His shriek carries all the Earth’s desires echoing through the red canyon.
“Yes,” calls the osprey, “yes!”
and at what cost?
Must desires consume all that is
and all that might have been?
A single osprey with clinched talons rises from the death of another.
His shriek carries all the Earth’s desires echoing through the red canyon.
“Yes,” calls the osprey, “yes!”
#lust
#sex
#beauty #death
#beauty #death
41 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 11:03pm
14th Sep 2021 11:03pm
The Open Grain
#love
#teens
#mystery #passion
#mystery #passion
89 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Sep 2021 11:33am
6th Sep 2021 11:33am
Kill: The Game (Short Story #3 in series)
During the pandemic, business was slow for….we’ll call him Jason, though he uses a variety of aliases. To fight boredom, he created a game called “Kill.” As businesses began to open back up, he continued playing the game for entertainment.
The player draws cards from three stacks.
Stack one – location
Stack two – munitions
Stack three – clothing
Locations were random gps coordinates. Loads were the varieties he commonly used. Clothing cards were listings of random pieces of clothing that had to be worn and sometimes a general description of style....
The player draws cards from three stacks.
Stack one – location
Stack two – munitions
Stack three – clothing
Locations were random gps coordinates. Loads were the varieties he commonly used. Clothing cards were listings of random pieces of clothing that had to be worn and sometimes a general description of style....
#lust
#rejection
#murder
31 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Sep 2021 1:59pm
5th Sep 2021 1:59pm
Our Choices
At the overlapping of two circles, past and present,
we find, once again, young desires for the most secret pleasures.
To make a choice in these affairs is no casual act.
I chose to take your outstretched hand.
You chose to step toward your bedroom’s open door.
We entered with intention as clothing naturally fell away.
The only sounds were the clink of my belt buckle on your wooden floor
and the hum of life as your children played outside.
As curious adolescents, or desires brought simple pleasures,
but we’re...
we find, once again, young desires for the most secret pleasures.
To make a choice in these affairs is no casual act.
I chose to take your outstretched hand.
You chose to step toward your bedroom’s open door.
We entered with intention as clothing naturally fell away.
The only sounds were the clink of my belt buckle on your wooden floor
and the hum of life as your children played outside.
As curious adolescents, or desires brought simple pleasures,
but we’re...
#lust
#parent
#marriage #separation
#marriage #separation
83 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2021 1:32am
4th Sep 2021 1:32am
Scars
The scar across my ribs is a part of who I am now. I’ll let it be!
The imperfection within that would have ended my life,
not easily found was easily corrected.
As we embrace, I no longer blush at the sight of scars, yours or mine, seen or unseen.
What joys are found in our imperfections as flawed flesh seeks flawed flesh?
Let our bodies join in celebration;
not of the everlasting, but in these temporal shared delights.
The imperfection within that would have ended my life,
not easily found was easily corrected.
As we embrace, I no longer blush at the sight of scars, yours or mine, seen or unseen.
What joys are found in our imperfections as flawed flesh seeks flawed flesh?
Let our bodies join in celebration;
not of the everlasting, but in these temporal shared delights.
#love
#lust
#fear
54 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2021 12:15pm
3rd Sep 2021 12:15pm
Dead Lover's Song
Absent eyes gaze at the sun,
the source of life and warmth.
Young lives so easily undone
from the flash of distant guns.
He folds upon the ground,
all ceasing, all loves releasing.
Young girl at home without a sound
touches her moist and precious mound.
She lusts for one already gone,
with visions of his return.
Not knowing how she’s been wronged,
she hums her dead lover’s song.
the source of life and warmth.
Young lives so easily undone
from the flash of distant guns.
He folds upon the ground,
all ceasing, all loves releasing.
Young girl at home without a sound
touches her moist and precious mound.
She lusts for one already gone,
with visions of his return.
Not knowing how she’s been wronged,
she hums her dead lover’s song.
#love
#lust
#death
41 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Sep 2021 5:20pm
1st Sep 2021 5:20pm
Letter to a Lover Left Unsent
#love
#regret
#lust
111 reads
2 Comments
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