Submissions by PhilipWardlow (Ravenprince)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I want to show aspects of myself and observations of others and life that I hope entertains you whether sexually,intellectually,or artistically
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Dec 2019 1:27pm
26th Dec 2019 1:27pm
Trip to the Store
Mind always seeking,
drinking in the sights.
Even when out and about
performing the mundane task
of grocery shopping.
Suddenly, my vision is grabbed
as it always is
A tight little butt
in too thin leggings
With every line defined
divinely.
as I see her reach for the
Cheerios
upon the top most shelf
on tip toes,
I could help her but I like to
see her body reaching,
So I continue pushing
my cart down the aisle.
The next girl
Is in full squat
In the vegetable section ...
drinking in the sights.
Even when out and about
performing the mundane task
of grocery shopping.
Suddenly, my vision is grabbed
as it always is
A tight little butt
in too thin leggings
With every line defined
divinely.
as I see her reach for the
Cheerios
upon the top most shelf
on tip toes,
I could help her but I like to
see her body reaching,
So I continue pushing
my cart down the aisle.
The next girl
Is in full squat
In the vegetable section ...
#lust
#women
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Nov 2019 9:54pm
26th Nov 2019 9:54pm
Thrown Away
I don't want to be angry
but I am.
I don't want to punch a wall
so I resist the urge and
my fists shake with the
restraint.
I don't want to scream
at the top of my lungs
so I stifle and muffle
the sounds.
Like you did long ago.
Similar to tying up a bag of
crying kittens to
throw off a bridge
(And I hate that analogy
But it fits.)
I wanted to be everything
to you.
Simple enough, right?
Your rock
Your lover
Your friend
But you tied that bag
tight with lies and
deceit and...
but I am.
I don't want to punch a wall
so I resist the urge and
my fists shake with the
restraint.
I don't want to scream
at the top of my lungs
so I stifle and muffle
the sounds.
Like you did long ago.
Similar to tying up a bag of
crying kittens to
throw off a bridge
(And I hate that analogy
But it fits.)
I wanted to be everything
to you.
Simple enough, right?
Your rock
Your lover
Your friend
But you tied that bag
tight with lies and
deceit and...
#rejection
#relationships
#breakup
#lies
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2019 3:48pm
26th Nov 2019 3:48pm
Ambivalent about being Ambivalent
Why do I wish to be alone
when love sits along
side me,
cuddling deep?
Perhaps because
my company
is needed
but not wanted,
because in the
wanting there is a desire
in the knowing
of the other.
Skin to skin
Warmth to warmth
feels good, comforting
But a cold ocean
of distance often
separates my world
from hers and I
can't draw her
over to my island
to keep me
company.
I see the magic in her
but she rarely sees
it in me.
She just lets me be ...
when love sits along
side me,
cuddling deep?
Perhaps because
my company
is needed
but not wanted,
because in the
wanting there is a desire
in the knowing
of the other.
Skin to skin
Warmth to warmth
feels good, comforting
But a cold ocean
of distance often
separates my world
from hers and I
can't draw her
over to my island
to keep me
company.
I see the magic in her
but she rarely sees
it in me.
She just lets me be ...
#love
#loneliness
#relationships
57 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 4:23pm
27th Jul 2017 4:23pm
Stay Awhile
When did life become
how many people you could try to
fuck in a year, a month, a week?
This marathon of seeking scenes
of intimate encounter
Yet never really encountering at all
Perhaps they're friends
Yet sex is the filter that stains
the outcome
Oh, and love, even seeming platonic
is pushed away as if it were a sprinkled
poison on a dinner plate.
I want everything.
Your friendship, your smile,
Your nature shared over
a meal..
The rest will take care of itself
Organically.
...
how many people you could try to
fuck in a year, a month, a week?
This marathon of seeking scenes
of intimate encounter
Yet never really encountering at all
Perhaps they're friends
Yet sex is the filter that stains
the outcome
Oh, and love, even seeming platonic
is pushed away as if it were a sprinkled
poison on a dinner plate.
I want everything.
Your friendship, your smile,
Your nature shared over
a meal..
The rest will take care of itself
Organically.
...
250 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 4:06pm
2nd Jun 2017 4:06pm
Floating
Her world is a private
dream
a myriad complex thing
juxtaposed within
pains that run deep
like a slice with
a wicked knife
into the fruit
of a well worn life
that drips it juices
onto the floor
where others tread
its sticky mess.
Yet she floats.
Always she floats,
above and apart
she floats.
Wrapped in a delightful
viscous vicious
violent delicate
sustaining way.
She floats.
And I, can simply only
wonder when, she will
ask me to join her.
dream
a myriad complex thing
juxtaposed within
pains that run deep
like a slice with
a wicked knife
into the fruit
of a well worn life
that drips it juices
onto the floor
where others tread
its sticky mess.
Yet she floats.
Always she floats,
above and apart
she floats.
Wrapped in a delightful
viscous vicious
violent delicate
sustaining way.
She floats.
And I, can simply only
wonder when, she will
ask me to join her.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 4:03pm
2nd Jun 2017 4:03pm
Phrases just for Her
You can only look at her and get tongue tied
as your mind
gets mangled
That girl over there in that short skirt
wearing those black
thigh highs and garters, along
with sharp heels that could most definitely hurt.
Oh, and when she smiles,
simply sexadorable.
A storm walking, dream of a nightmare on the prowl.
The sensuosity
she exudes, the magicalicious
way she crosses the room.
It’s not fair I tell you.
No simple mortal stands a chance.
For they are all in thrall.
Pupils dilated to drink her in. ...
as your mind
gets mangled
That girl over there in that short skirt
wearing those black
thigh highs and garters, along
with sharp heels that could most definitely hurt.
Oh, and when she smiles,
simply sexadorable.
A storm walking, dream of a nightmare on the prowl.
The sensuosity
she exudes, the magicalicious
way she crosses the room.
It’s not fair I tell you.
No simple mortal stands a chance.
For they are all in thrall.
Pupils dilated to drink her in. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 5:32pm
6th Apr 2017 5:32pm
The Rabbit Hole
A flop-eared fuck of a rabbit ran on by,
tripping over me in his haste.
Never caring a wit in his bumping.
As if the air I occupied was insubstantial
and not worthy of one of such good taste.
I hadn’t noticed the rabbit hole
But he just dove
on in.
Fuck that rabbit. I didn’t know
who he was.
Or why he wore a tweed vest
yet his little bunny ass was left to stick
out below.
I just saw a dark hole in the earth.
with nothing but a deeper darkness
within.
Fear clutched my...
tripping over me in his haste.
Never caring a wit in his bumping.
As if the air I occupied was insubstantial
and not worthy of one of such good taste.
I hadn’t noticed the rabbit hole
But he just dove
on in.
Fuck that rabbit. I didn’t know
who he was.
Or why he wore a tweed vest
yet his little bunny ass was left to stick
out below.
I just saw a dark hole in the earth.
with nothing but a deeper darkness
within.
Fear clutched my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 5:28pm
6th Apr 2017 5:28pm
Vintage Dreams
Time,
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part...
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part...
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