Submissions by Nizana (Lauryn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My mother wrote poems when she was younger, mostly about love. Later she returned to poetry to express thoughts and desires that she'd squelched over time. She passed the torch to me (her daughter) when she entered treatment.
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2021 2:34pm
28th Dec 2021 2:34pm
He Never Knew
He never knew
my silly girl grins or laughter
from the lightness in my heart.
He had no time
for knowing a flower,
scrambling hungrily to the next.
my silly girl grins or laughter
from the lightness in my heart.
He had no time
for knowing a flower,
scrambling hungrily to the next.
#lust
#teens
545 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Dec 2021 1:48pm
27th Dec 2021 1:48pm
The Price of Entry
Once the price of entry
has been
paid,
there are
no returns,
only recalls
for injury or death.
has been
paid,
there are
no returns,
only recalls
for injury or death.
#love
#regret
#betrayal
594 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2021 1:21pm
24th Dec 2021 1:21pm
Holding Hands in the Dark
A boy took my hand at recess and I was
dizzy for the rest of that sunny day.
I crossed a threshold wondering
what thrills were beyond?
His hand was soft and plain.
Adult lives grow complex, hard, and dark.
And so, in honor of our darkness,
we meet for this unholy rendezvous
in this place without light.
Like our children,
we need the hands of another.
Hold tightly as we dance to ancient
rhythms that grew from the shared
pleasures of our species.
Hold my hand and let us share the guilt of...
dizzy for the rest of that sunny day.
I crossed a threshold wondering
what thrills were beyond?
His hand was soft and plain.
Adult lives grow complex, hard, and dark.
And so, in honor of our darkness,
we meet for this unholy rendezvous
in this place without light.
Like our children,
we need the hands of another.
Hold tightly as we dance to ancient
rhythms that grew from the shared
pleasures of our species.
Hold my hand and let us share the guilt of...
#lust
#children
#childhood
#sex
#aging
654 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Dec 2021 1:11pm
12th Dec 2021 1:11pm
Getting My Attention
When a man’s not full of bluster
Or flaunting his macho stuff
I find that tender words and deeds
For me are quite enough
I sometimes seek unlikely souls
In men that make me swoon
I like the shock upon their face
When I say it’s time to spoon
Or flaunting his macho stuff
I find that tender words and deeds
For me are quite enough
I sometimes seek unlikely souls
In men that make me swoon
I like the shock upon their face
When I say it’s time to spoon
#kindness
#lust
#men
825 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2021 11:36am
12th Dec 2021 11:36am
Morning Meditations with Saint Caffeine
Do I bring anything worthy of this strange and wonderful planet?
I must pause and pray to Saint Caffeine, asking,
“Will last night’s transgressions be forgiven?”
The first sip across my lips
says I’m still among the living.
Three cups of this consecrated
black brew might bring redemption.
I must pause and pray to Saint Caffeine, asking,
“Will last night’s transgressions be forgiven?”
The first sip across my lips
says I’m still among the living.
Three cups of this consecrated
black brew might bring redemption.
#regret
#coffee
#redemption
512 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Dec 2021 2:54pm
11th Dec 2021 2:54pm
Redeeming the Words
#love
#sex
#PowerOfWords
553 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Dec 2021 2:34pm
10th Dec 2021 2:34pm
Dark Inner Workings
The weight of my head seals my ear against your muscled stomach.
I hear the murmuring of dark inner workings.
There, the soft thumping of your heart, steady and clear along with the gurgles and rattles of other tasks in the business that is your life.
From down the dark hallway of your flesh, I hear the echo of your voice humming a tune I recognize. I feel jealous of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” and smile at the dark inner workings of your mind. I hum several notes an octave higher matching your pitch. Your humming stops as if you’d been found out. ...
I hear the murmuring of dark inner workings.
There, the soft thumping of your heart, steady and clear along with the gurgles and rattles of other tasks in the business that is your life.
From down the dark hallway of your flesh, I hear the echo of your voice humming a tune I recognize. I feel jealous of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” and smile at the dark inner workings of your mind. I hum several notes an octave higher matching your pitch. Your humming stops as if you’d been found out. ...
#love
#sex
698 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Dec 2021 4:21pm
9th Dec 2021 4:21pm
Loving After Loss
I towered over you, pressing my fingers to your chest.
There, the gentle
thumping of your life!
You fingered my ring.
“I wear it to discourage men like you.”
You smiled, happy to have found your place.
“It was my mother’s.”
You drew your hand away.
As I said those words
I became dizzy in awe of the heat that burned inside of us.
An unseen sphere fell away and I saw our nakedness
as my mother might have seen it when I was a child.
I glanced toward the window open to the night sky.
...
There, the gentle
thumping of your life!
You fingered my ring.
“I wear it to discourage men like you.”
You smiled, happy to have found your place.
“It was my mother’s.”
You drew your hand away.
As I said those words
I became dizzy in awe of the heat that burned inside of us.
An unseen sphere fell away and I saw our nakedness
as my mother might have seen it when I was a child.
I glanced toward the window open to the night sky.
...
#love
#grief
#sex #passion
#sex #passion
689 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Dec 2021 12:12pm
6th Dec 2021 12:12pm
The Good Wife
#marriage
#sex
#God
571 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Dec 2021 10:10pm
5th Dec 2021 10:10pm
Who Would Hold Me Then?
Who would grieve my passing?
What would I pass from?
Or pass to?
Who would hold me then?
Strange thoughts for a woman making love, but they're mine
as we embrace
clinging
wishing for one more second.
It is a joyful thing to be desired by another, even when lust leads to possession.
Possess me now.
It is enough.
What would I pass from?
Or pass to?
Who would hold me then?
Strange thoughts for a woman making love, but they're mine
as we embrace
clinging
wishing for one more second.
It is a joyful thing to be desired by another, even when lust leads to possession.
Possess me now.
It is enough.
#grief
#lust
#sex #death
#sex #death
618 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Dec 2021 3:03pm
1st Dec 2021 3:03pm
Tasting the Soup
#regret
#sex
#betrayal
518 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Nov 2021 1:19pm
24th Nov 2021 1:19pm
Adulterous Desires
I was drawn from
rhythmic dreams by the screech
call of an eagle and wondered if there was
jeering in her tone. Was she laughing at the pair of
frantic insects twitching below as if they were the
sum of all creation?
My arms spanned a meager
five feet across the desert floor and I wondered if she
saw us at all while soaring on her
eight-foot wingspan a thousand feet above.
The selfie my lover and I took
would later give the exact spot of this
love affair in time and space. My eagle friend...
rhythmic dreams by the screech
call of an eagle and wondered if there was
jeering in her tone. Was she laughing at the pair of
frantic insects twitching below as if they were the
sum of all creation?
My arms spanned a meager
five feet across the desert floor and I wondered if she
saw us at all while soaring on her
eight-foot wingspan a thousand feet above.
The selfie my lover and I took
would later give the exact spot of this
love affair in time and space. My eagle friend...
#love
#sex
#nature
862 reads
2 Comments
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