Submissions by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing stories and poetry also, quotes prose and prompts at times. I usually write long poetry and I write with lots feeling and detail. I sometimes write lyrics and add my own voice tune to them. I hope all like thanks. writer/lyricist/artist
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 6:35am
3rd Apr 2025 6:35am
"The Kraken's Kiss: A Pirate's Love Song"
The plank creaks low, a shadow's hungry maw,
As Captain Lovebird, with a gilded claw,
Demands a verse, where heart and horror twine,
A love-sick ballad, steeped in rum and brine.
No gentle swain, with roses 'neath his arm,
But gnarled corsairs, where dark desires swarm.
One-eyed Jack, with teeth of tarnished gold,
And Peg-Leg Pete, whose tales are fiercely told.
Their faces etched with storms and savage nights,
Yet in their souls, a flickering love light ignites.
"Sing of the sea," they roar, with breath like...
As Captain Lovebird, with a gilded claw,
Demands a verse, where heart and horror twine,
A love-sick ballad, steeped in rum and brine.
No gentle swain, with roses 'neath his arm,
But gnarled corsairs, where dark desires swarm.
One-eyed Jack, with teeth of tarnished gold,
And Peg-Leg Pete, whose tales are fiercely told.
Their faces etched with storms and savage nights,
Yet in their souls, a flickering love light ignites.
"Sing of the sea," they roar, with breath like...
#hope
#inspirational
#love
#mermaids
#redemption
82 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:46pm
2nd Apr 2025 11:46pm
(The D.U.P Carnival: A Love-Twist Elegy)
The salt-stung air, a velvet shroud descends,
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#sea
62 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:14pm
2nd Apr 2025 7:14pm
"The Black Widow's Game (A Metaphor)"
Under the cover of night, she prowls
Wolves delve in with their beautiful howls
Creatures of the night guided by white owls
A seductress in the shadows, a black widow in human form,
To bend his will, and weather any storm.
Her silhouette, a whisper of the night,
Marked by the hourglass, a dangerous, red light.
Her skin, dark and alluring, her eyes, as deep as the abyss
As she speaks her voice leaves a hiss, those extraordinary lips.... Pure temptation, perfect to kiss....
He is drawn to her, captivated by her...
Wolves delve in with their beautiful howls
Creatures of the night guided by white owls
A seductress in the shadows, a black widow in human form,
To bend his will, and weather any storm.
Her silhouette, a whisper of the night,
Marked by the hourglass, a dangerous, red light.
Her skin, dark and alluring, her eyes, as deep as the abyss
As she speaks her voice leaves a hiss, those extraordinary lips.... Pure temptation, perfect to kiss....
He is drawn to her, captivated by her...
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#metaphor
#romantic
191 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2025 00:14am
2nd Apr 2025 00:14am
"The Sea's Silent Symphony"
The sun, a molten gold coin, shimmered on the surface of the Coral Triangle, a vast, pulsating heart of the ocean. Spring’s gentle warmth had coaxed a symphony of life from the depths. Coral polyps, tiny architects of the sea, unfurled their delicate tentacles, capturing the sun-kissed plankton that drifted on the currents. Clownfish, their vibrant orange stripes flashing like jewels, darted amongst the anemones, their symbiotic dance a testament to the intricate balance of this underwater Eden.
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the...
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the...
#animals
#fish
#nature
#regret
#sea
77 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
"The Winter Warsaw Wladyslaw"
Władysław Szpilman’s world, a vibrant tapestry of music and camaraderie, was shattered in September 1939 with the Nazi invasion of Poland.
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
#abuse
#despair
#fear
#loneliness
#suffering
40 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2025 10:13pm
31st Mar 2025 10:13pm
"The Chirping Witness"
Pinocchio, marionette of lies,
A painted smile, beneath a venomous guise.
He'd weave his tales, a silken, twisted thread,
While Cricket watched, his conscience, cold and dead.
Each fib a dagger, aimed at truth's frail heart,
He'd boast of feats, a masterful, deceptive art.
The strings would tighten, as the lies took hold,
And Cricket's song, grew weary, frail, and old.
He saw the puppet, rise to heights of shame,
A hollow shell, consumed by lust and fame.
He watched the victims, fall to their despair,
As Pinocchio,...
A painted smile, beneath a venomous guise.
He'd weave his tales, a silken, twisted thread,
While Cricket watched, his conscience, cold and dead.
Each fib a dagger, aimed at truth's frail heart,
He'd boast of feats, a masterful, deceptive art.
The strings would tighten, as the lies took hold,
And Cricket's song, grew weary, frail, and old.
He saw the puppet, rise to heights of shame,
A hollow shell, consumed by lust and fame.
He watched the victims, fall to their despair,
As Pinocchio,...
#curse
#dark
#horror
#lies
#nightmares
90 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2025 9:11pm
31st Mar 2025 9:11pm
"The Feathers Fall, The Stone's Lament"
A chasm yawned, a sepulchral well,
Wherein my soul, in darkness fell.
No Lethe’s stream, no quenching tide,
But arid void, where phantoms hide.
I knew it not, the fatal leap,
But found myself where shadows sleep.
This “beauty,” fiendish, hellish art,
A vaulted tomb, to tear apart.
The moon, a spectral, pallid gleam,
A moment’s respite, a fevered dream.
A rounded chamber, cold and vast,
Where hope lies shattered, shadows cast.
Emptiness, a shroud, a winding sheet,
I crave its touch, its bitter sweet. ...
Wherein my soul, in darkness fell.
No Lethe’s stream, no quenching tide,
But arid void, where phantoms hide.
I knew it not, the fatal leap,
But found myself where shadows sleep.
This “beauty,” fiendish, hellish art,
A vaulted tomb, to tear apart.
The moon, a spectral, pallid gleam,
A moment’s respite, a fevered dream.
A rounded chamber, cold and vast,
Where hope lies shattered, shadows cast.
Emptiness, a shroud, a winding sheet,
I crave its touch, its bitter sweet. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark #sadness
#dark #sadness
92 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 4:47am
12th Mar 2025 4:47am
AS I WRITE MY PUSSY GETS TIGHT
As I sit down to write,
My mind begins to ignite,
Words flowing from my fingertips,
Creating magic in the midst.
The blank page stares back at me,
Waiting for my creativity,
My thoughts unravel with each stroke,
My emotions becoming unyoked.
I feel my pussy tighten, (ohhh.... Mmmm)
As my words begin to heighten,
The desire to express,
Becomes overwhelming, I confess.
The ink flows freely,
As I write sincerely....
As I write oh nice .... (Yeaaaa...ohhh yes...)
My cookie gets tight ...
My mind begins to ignite,
Words flowing from my fingertips,
Creating magic in the midst.
The blank page stares back at me,
Waiting for my creativity,
My thoughts unravel with each stroke,
My emotions becoming unyoked.
I feel my pussy tighten, (ohhh.... Mmmm)
As my words begin to heighten,
The desire to express,
Becomes overwhelming, I confess.
The ink flows freely,
As I write sincerely....
As I write oh nice .... (Yeaaaa...ohhh yes...)
My cookie gets tight ...
#erotic
#orgasm
#sensual
#sexy
#temptation
359 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2025 8:06am
7th Mar 2025 8:06am
DARK_WINBERGE_TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
#dark
#forest
#hell #lyrics
#hell #lyrics
90 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 3:11am
30th Oct 2024 3:11am
MEXICO'S ROSES AND SKULLS
A beautiful tradition
That makes a day so colorful
Candy skulls and flowers
A great day to celebrate it's huge reason.
Many dressed as the dead
To honor their loved ones
A parade with a gigantic deathbed
Wow so original as all creativity comes
Many children join to help and adorn
The way love shows
Bringing all together to spread and transform
The wisdom of the Day of the Dead grows
Roses and beauty everywhere to see
Mexico is so Preciosa
Showing the real meaning of family...
That makes a day so colorful
Candy skulls and flowers
A great day to celebrate it's huge reason.
Many dressed as the dead
To honor their loved ones
A parade with a gigantic deathbed
Wow so original as all creativity comes
Many children join to help and adorn
The way love shows
Bringing all together to spread and transform
The wisdom of the Day of the Dead grows
Roses and beauty everywhere to see
Mexico is so Preciosa
Showing the real meaning of family...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#tradition
#TruthOfLife
136 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2024 6:45am
29th Oct 2024 6:45am
PUMPKIN INTO A CAT FOR A NIGHT
In the moonlit night, a pumpkin did lay,
Carved into a cat in a mischievous way.
With eyes that gleamed in the eerie glow,
It meowed softly to the creatures below.
The pumpkin cat felt quite perplexed,
"Why am I a feline?" it quietly vexed.
But as the night wore on, it started to see,
The fun and fright of what it could be.
It pranced and danced, causing a scare,
For a pumpkin cat was quite a rare flair.
With each pounce and playful swipe,
The pumpkin cat filled the night with hype.
But...
Carved into a cat in a mischievous way.
With eyes that gleamed in the eerie glow,
It meowed softly to the creatures below.
The pumpkin cat felt quite perplexed,
"Why am I a feline?" it quietly vexed.
But as the night wore on, it started to see,
The fun and fright of what it could be.
It pranced and danced, causing a scare,
For a pumpkin cat was quite a rare flair.
With each pounce and playful swipe,
The pumpkin cat filled the night with hype.
But...
#Halloween
164 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2024 3:44pm
28th Oct 2024 3:44pm
DARK WINBERIGE TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Whispering sounds that no one hears
Vultures standby to watch something die
Waiting for a human to eat its deadly tears
Pain of cries that troubles one's flesh inside
At full...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Whispering sounds that no one hears
Vultures standby to watch something die
Waiting for a human to eat its deadly tears
Pain of cries that troubles one's flesh inside
At full...
#dark
#nature
146 reads
2 Comments
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