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.
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
396 reads
1 Comment
Prom Night
#teens
#sex
220 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
421 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
342 reads
5 Comments
Edges
#death
#risk
264 reads
4 Comments
All Night Blues
#sex
#beauty
364 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
285 reads
6 Comments
Forty-Seven Seconds
#love
#sex
#death
412 reads
2 Comments
The Anniversary
#love
#marriage
#murder #anniversary
#murder #anniversary
279 reads
7 Comments
The Anniversary
#marriage
#murder
#anniversary
161 reads
1 Comment
I Couldn't Look Away
#teens
#sex
#family
273 reads
5 Comments
Your Gasping Sigh
Your gasping sigh
caught on my shoulder and
lingered there as warm breath.
Yes, you were very much alive.
Your eyes grew wiser as I entered you
carrying only the unsecured promise of love.
From your slender throat
came the raspy chirps of
a startled child.
Your eyes grew kinder
or were they simply
the eyes of innocence?
I felt pleasure mixed with sorrow as I
pressed full into your heat,
knowing I’d taken you a way
you might not have chosen
if given more time.
caught on my shoulder and
lingered there as warm breath.
Yes, you were very much alive.
Your eyes grew wiser as I entered you
carrying only the unsecured promise of love.
From your slender throat
came the raspy chirps of
a startled child.
Your eyes grew kinder
or were they simply
the eyes of innocence?
I felt pleasure mixed with sorrow as I
pressed full into your heat,
knowing I’d taken you a way
you might not have chosen
if given more time.
#teens
#sex
358 reads
3 Comments
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