Submissions by Nilknarfar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I’m not a writer, you’ll see that in my writing. I just encountered inspiration recently and it took control of my pen.
Long Stem Lovers
Long stem lovers
Were a beautiful pair
Are a delicate pair
When years of neglect
Left their
Sweet ancient souls starving
Malnourished
Roots, precariously intertwined
Anchored
Frozen
Pulling in vain
Against petrified ground
Till death is the vow
Death is on the prowl
Vision bleached
By the acid rain
Of yesterdays cruel storms
A field’s vast beauty
Lies beyond the splintered veil
Of blistered eyes
Once a beautiful rose tone
Blessing the weeds with sweet fragrance
Now Ladybugs and...
Were a beautiful pair
Are a delicate pair
When years of neglect
Left their
Sweet ancient souls starving
Malnourished
Roots, precariously intertwined
Anchored
Frozen
Pulling in vain
Against petrified ground
Till death is the vow
Death is on the prowl
Vision bleached
By the acid rain
Of yesterdays cruel storms
A field’s vast beauty
Lies beyond the splintered veil
Of blistered eyes
Once a beautiful rose tone
Blessing the weeds with sweet fragrance
Now Ladybugs and...
#sadness
#regret
#heartbroken #bittersweet
#heartbroken #bittersweet
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The Captive
She’s trying to be strong. Not like so many times before. Honestly, this is abuse. She has a punch-drunk sense of reason at this point. The distance is old, the winter is long and he’s always in control. It’s old shoe and she’s had enough this time.
Slow deliberate steps filling the hallway foreshadow another round of “training”. Even prisoners of war might have difficulty withstanding this treatment. She’s sure her rib is broken, but to be fair, she did ask for it. “Discipline is a faithful navigator” he would say. He even sounds handsome when he speaks…..maybe ruthlessly...
Slow deliberate steps filling the hallway foreshadow another round of “training”. Even prisoners of war might have difficulty withstanding this treatment. She’s sure her rib is broken, but to be fair, she did ask for it. “Discipline is a faithful navigator” he would say. He even sounds handsome when he speaks…..maybe ruthlessly...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#passion
#seductive
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Did You Find Me
Did you find me?
I’m there with you, or at least you’re here with me.
As I moved closer to your voice, the vibration got stronger.
And now, you’re always here with me.
But just out of reach.
Like a lost thought that plagues the mind hopelessly trying to retrieve it.
I hope you found me there when you unpacked your belongings.
Did you invite me to help you populate your new space?
Did I burst into your room like a spirit being released.
Maybe you nodded to me as you put each thing in it’s new place, reassembling your life.
I’m there...
I’m there with you, or at least you’re here with me.
As I moved closer to your voice, the vibration got stronger.
And now, you’re always here with me.
But just out of reach.
Like a lost thought that plagues the mind hopelessly trying to retrieve it.
I hope you found me there when you unpacked your belongings.
Did you invite me to help you populate your new space?
Did I burst into your room like a spirit being released.
Maybe you nodded to me as you put each thing in it’s new place, reassembling your life.
I’m there...
#love
#lover
#LongDistanceRelationship #ForbiddenLove
#LongDistanceRelationship #ForbiddenLove
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Secret Room
I need your skin
I need to wrap it around me
I want to join you in your secret room
Trade secrets under your heart’s lantern
Whispering so they cant hear us
I need to wrap it around me
I want to join you in your secret room
Trade secrets under your heart’s lantern
Whispering so they cant hear us
#love
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
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Black Death
A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger. A bear will never maul itself. Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about?
It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely. It loves an open wound and marches it’s death brigade ever so gradually to the heart.
The unforgiven has a unique gaze his eyes. It’s says he’s longed for the barrel of his revolver. Looking at him is like staring right through a bullet hole. And he knows the choice is simple, cut off the trigger finger that betrayed...
It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely. It loves an open wound and marches it’s death brigade ever so gradually to the heart.
The unforgiven has a unique gaze his eyes. It’s says he’s longed for the barrel of his revolver. Looking at him is like staring right through a bullet hole. And he knows the choice is simple, cut off the trigger finger that betrayed...
#lies
#silence
#tragedy
#suffering
#sacrifice
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Stale
I feel stale
Like a cigarette that’s been put out and relit too many times
An overcooked flavor of twice smoked dreams, fills every room.
When that blue haze of familiarity clouds my mind,
Add another coat of lipstick to the filter
I’m always plenty revved up
But going nowhere, fast
I’ve got one foot slammed on the gas and another on the brake.
Teeth clenched,
Bright white knuckles needless clenching a frozen wheel
But I’m tired of being stuck
And my poor heart is is ready to race,
That lovelorn prisoner, in solitary...
Like a cigarette that’s been put out and relit too many times
An overcooked flavor of twice smoked dreams, fills every room.
When that blue haze of familiarity clouds my mind,
Add another coat of lipstick to the filter
I’m always plenty revved up
But going nowhere, fast
I’ve got one foot slammed on the gas and another on the brake.
Teeth clenched,
Bright white knuckles needless clenching a frozen wheel
But I’m tired of being stuck
And my poor heart is is ready to race,
That lovelorn prisoner, in solitary...
#escape
#disappointment
#apathy
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The Blindfold
He laid a gentle kiss on her face as he synched his tie tightly over her eyes
He had special plans for her tonight
She didn’t recognize the voice that said “you’re all mine now”
Then the room began to fill with him like slow pouring sweet tea
His desire surrounded her
His touch covered her body
His lust was legion
He was they
And they were there to devour her
He had special plans for her tonight
She didn’t recognize the voice that said “you’re all mine now”
Then the room began to fill with him like slow pouring sweet tea
His desire surrounded her
His touch covered her body
His lust was legion
He was they
And they were there to devour her
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#lover
#threesome
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Nilknarfar