Submissions by Maeve_Edmonson
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Maeve. I've been writing poetry the last couple years, although I've written stories since I was a little girl. My brain tends to scatter thoughts, so I write about any and everything. Give me a follow if you want to be friends.
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2023 7:03pm
22nd Nov 2023 7:03pm
Taxi Cab Confessions (Adult)
He winked across the bar,
so I ran my finger along my chest,
licked my lips a little bit,
let his emotions do the rest.
He began to walk my way
as I picked up my glass,
I think I'll get lucky tonight,
he's a fine piece of ass.
He asked me what I was drinking,
I said, "Tequila, please".
He waved down the bartender,
got us a round with ease.
I swigged mine back
as he looked at me and sighed.
"You're my kind of woman,"
he began to rub my thigh.
I told him to...
so I ran my finger along my chest,
licked my lips a little bit,
let his emotions do the rest.
He began to walk my way
as I picked up my glass,
I think I'll get lucky tonight,
he's a fine piece of ass.
He asked me what I was drinking,
I said, "Tequila, please".
He waved down the bartender,
got us a round with ease.
I swigged mine back
as he looked at me and sighed.
"You're my kind of woman,"
he began to rub my thigh.
I told him to...
#erotic
#alcohol
#threesome
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2023 2:53am
22nd Nov 2023 2:53am
Sexual Tendencies
I haven't been caressed
since I don't remember when,
but his hands felt like roses,
I melted to that grin.
My head tilted back,
my bare neck revealed,
down to my breasts,
his tongue concealed.
One hand tugged my hair,
the other circling my insides,
eagerness rose with my moans
as he buried in my thighs.
It wasn't just the pleasure,
but the look he gave,
the more he teased me,
the more I craved.
I yanked his shirt off,
he went down for more,
as my back arched,
I couldn't hold back...
since I don't remember when,
but his hands felt like roses,
I melted to that grin.
My head tilted back,
my bare neck revealed,
down to my breasts,
his tongue concealed.
One hand tugged my hair,
the other circling my insides,
eagerness rose with my moans
as he buried in my thighs.
It wasn't just the pleasure,
but the look he gave,
the more he teased me,
the more I craved.
I yanked his shirt off,
he went down for more,
as my back arched,
I couldn't hold back...
#love
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#passion
329 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2023 5:44pm
21st Nov 2023 5:44pm
Rockin' Stilettos
I was tired of walking
in my own shoes,
the pain to bare
in Heartbreak blues,
so I did what any woman
in my position would do,
I bought Stilettos
to get over you.
Couldn't rock the sweats
with these high heels,
so I went shopping,
my bare legs revealed,
a mini skirt flared,
the deal was sealed,
I loved the look
and how it made me feel.
Had to lose the t-shirt,
needed something to match,
so I picked out a sweater
with the cleavage detached,
always kept myself...
in my own shoes,
the pain to bare
in Heartbreak blues,
so I did what any woman
in my position would do,
I bought Stilettos
to get over you.
Couldn't rock the sweats
with these high heels,
so I went shopping,
my bare legs revealed,
a mini skirt flared,
the deal was sealed,
I loved the look
and how it made me feel.
Had to lose the t-shirt,
needed something to match,
so I picked out a sweater
with the cleavage detached,
always kept myself...
#love
#breakup
#SelfDiscovery
244 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2023 7:03pm
19th Nov 2023 7:03pm
Samsara
Upon the eleventh hour,
excremented by boots of lead,
my mind keeps ticking, ticking,
but in this grave, I lay my head.
The pant, panting of footsteps
begins to fade away.
The sun has been depleted,
the moon ceasing my final day.
Heaven's bells are tacet,
solitary silence has been birthed.
Kindling the black flame candle,
my restless spirit has been unearthed.
A marrowed shell awakens,
cobwebbed in a box of pine,
gasping, gasping for a breath
only to inhale monoxide.
In the prolonged...
excremented by boots of lead,
my mind keeps ticking, ticking,
but in this grave, I lay my head.
The pant, panting of footsteps
begins to fade away.
The sun has been depleted,
the moon ceasing my final day.
Heaven's bells are tacet,
solitary silence has been birthed.
Kindling the black flame candle,
my restless spirit has been unearthed.
A marrowed shell awakens,
cobwebbed in a box of pine,
gasping, gasping for a breath
only to inhale monoxide.
In the prolonged...
#death
#rebirth
#graveyard #MovingOn
#graveyard #MovingOn
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2023 1:56pm
17th Nov 2023 1:56pm
Taming The Dragon
I danced my way through hell
to be consumed in this dark hole,
spitting on the fatal fire
of an incineration to my soul.
This fairytale princess crushed
by evil addiction's needle,
my drug not of my choice,
withdrawals from needing him.
Majestic rainbows began to fade,
a pitchfork placed in my hand,
this stone cold heart frozen,
his love deserving to be banned.
This imprisoned room of recovery,
moon's light shining on my shackles,
barred to this desk of blank paper
as the midnight witch cackles.
...
to be consumed in this dark hole,
spitting on the fatal fire
of an incineration to my soul.
This fairytale princess crushed
by evil addiction's needle,
my drug not of my choice,
withdrawals from needing him.
Majestic rainbows began to fade,
a pitchfork placed in my hand,
this stone cold heart frozen,
his love deserving to be banned.
This imprisoned room of recovery,
moon's light shining on my shackles,
barred to this desk of blank paper
as the midnight witch cackles.
...
#love
#breakup
#addiction #SelfDiscovery
#addiction #SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2023 4:29pm
12th Nov 2023 4:29pm
Kicking Up Dust
I ripped the rear view off,
no looking back on us.
Gas pedal to the floor,
I'm the only one I trust.
Threw that locket out the window
with your picture still inside
headed down the interstate
speeding at ninety-five.
Switching lanes left and right,
I refuse to tap the brakes,
I'll no longer tear my heart apart
being your unwanted mistake.
no looking back on us.
Gas pedal to the floor,
I'm the only one I trust.
Threw that locket out the window
with your picture still inside
headed down the interstate
speeding at ninety-five.
Switching lanes left and right,
I refuse to tap the brakes,
I'll no longer tear my heart apart
being your unwanted mistake.
#heartbroken
#breakup
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
213 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2023 1:20am
11th Nov 2023 1:20am
Falling Action
my pulse came to a halt,
I had died inside,
my olive complexion
turned ghostly pale white,
My lips drained their
red wine shade,
these tears are shed behind
this fuschia masquerade.
Snow White lost the prince,
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
this Cinderella lifestyle
turned out to be a joke.
Love is just a plot,
fairytales are only fake,
I need a resolution if
climax is the heartbreak.
I had died inside,
my olive complexion
turned ghostly pale white,
My lips drained their
red wine shade,
these tears are shed behind
this fuschia masquerade.
Snow White lost the prince,
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
this Cinderella lifestyle
turned out to be a joke.
Love is just a plot,
fairytales are only fake,
I need a resolution if
climax is the heartbreak.
#love
#depression
#heartbroken
168 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2023 1:29pm
9th Nov 2023 1:29pm
Whispering Tunes To Marionettes (w/adagio)
At twilight as I lay down to rest
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled...
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled...
#dreams
#sleep
#nightmares
196 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2023 11:45pm
6th Nov 2023 11:45pm
Lonely Retreats
Waves crashing violently,
washing away the beach.
Floating through these storms,
our future, within reach.
My soul mixed with yours,
memories always seep.
Meeting you, my love,
kept falling oceans deep.
My lighthouse on the shore,
forever yours to keep,
a message in a bottle
meant only for me.
washing away the beach.
Floating through these storms,
our future, within reach.
My soul mixed with yours,
memories always seep.
Meeting you, my love,
kept falling oceans deep.
My lighthouse on the shore,
forever yours to keep,
a message in a bottle
meant only for me.
#love
#beauty
#beach #rhyming
#beach #rhyming
174 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2023 10:51pm
6th Nov 2023 10:51pm
Waves of Poetry
Poetry comes in waves
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times, ...
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times, ...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Nov 2023 4:30am
4th Nov 2023 4:30am
I Should Have A Warning Label
A hot-plated branding iron prodded his chest,
I repulsively marked him with the beast.
Rope keeps sawing his wrists and ankles,
I cackled as I let the rats out to feast.
Razor sharp teeth pricked his raw flesh
as I dashed salt upon his wounds.
His legs flung in the air, he let out a scream,
but I have him trapped in this iron womb.
I start to reach for my black sewing scissors
and began to cut the garment from his groin.
He flinched as he saw me inch toward his skin,
I plucked his manhood into fresh tenderloin.
...
I repulsively marked him with the beast.
Rope keeps sawing his wrists and ankles,
I cackled as I let the rats out to feast.
Razor sharp teeth pricked his raw flesh
as I dashed salt upon his wounds.
His legs flung in the air, he let out a scream,
but I have him trapped in this iron womb.
I start to reach for my black sewing scissors
and began to cut the garment from his groin.
He flinched as he saw me inch toward his skin,
I plucked his manhood into fresh tenderloin.
...
#breakup
#conflict
#betrayal
#revenge
#horror
211 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2023 6:06pm
3rd Nov 2023 6:06pm
The Demon In Me
Seen the killers on tv?
She wants that to be me.
The bloody corpses,
the stench of flesh,
Oh to savor
the smell so fresh!
"It's okay. Just do it."
She says as I hold the knife.
"Revenge is the sweetest.
You control this life."
I stand over him
as he begs and pleads.
"Am I a killer? Is this me?"
The rotting smell oozes
from his wounds.
Light stabs so blood
doesn't rush too soon.
He looks up as a tear
rolls down his cheek.
Now he's...
She wants that to be me.
The bloody corpses,
the stench of flesh,
Oh to savor
the smell so fresh!
"It's okay. Just do it."
She says as I hold the knife.
"Revenge is the sweetest.
You control this life."
I stand over him
as he begs and pleads.
"Am I a killer? Is this me?"
The rotting smell oozes
from his wounds.
Light stabs so blood
doesn't rush too soon.
He looks up as a tear
rolls down his cheek.
Now he's...
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#revenge
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