Submissions by Poetic_License (Aka Fierce_N_Fiesty)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If you wish to know me, read the words I put to parchment. If you wish to know who I wish you to know, strike up a conversation. My soul cannot hide behind a pen. However, my entire being easily hides behind an avatar.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jun 2020 2:37am
12th Jun 2020 2:37am
Dark Paramour
It is an easy thing for me to love darkness,
Being partial darkness myself,
I see the kindred and long to touch it,
Even though hidden so deeply away.
I long to love it in its fullness,
To see it free of posture and manners,
I revel in its predatory presence,
The beastial, licentious hunger loosed to hunt.
Such feral beauty in baser self,
How intricate the workings of the mind we call psychotic,
Strategies ever multiplying and morphing,
One death knell ahead of the next.
A cauldron of appetites forbidden, ...
Being partial darkness myself,
I see the kindred and long to touch it,
Even though hidden so deeply away.
I long to love it in its fullness,
To see it free of posture and manners,
I revel in its predatory presence,
The beastial, licentious hunger loosed to hunt.
Such feral beauty in baser self,
How intricate the workings of the mind we call psychotic,
Strategies ever multiplying and morphing,
One death knell ahead of the next.
A cauldron of appetites forbidden, ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark #emptiness
#dark #emptiness
565 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2020 11:35pm
4th Jun 2020 11:35pm
Once Upon a What If....
Sitting close to shadow,
Not quite in the black,
But deeply into the gray,
Where I can hear my heart tick-tock,
Where I can feel my blood running its course,
Where my mind leaps and pirouettes.
It is in the quiet stillness of this twilight place,
When fantasies arrive unbidden and unwanted,
Where questions dance and careen with no end,
This is where loneliness born of hope lives,
Apart from smiles and summer heat,
Tucked deep inside situational comedy.
What would come of it?
If I reached out and touched your hand. ...
Not quite in the black,
But deeply into the gray,
Where I can hear my heart tick-tock,
Where I can feel my blood running its course,
Where my mind leaps and pirouettes.
It is in the quiet stillness of this twilight place,
When fantasies arrive unbidden and unwanted,
Where questions dance and careen with no end,
This is where loneliness born of hope lives,
Apart from smiles and summer heat,
Tucked deep inside situational comedy.
What would come of it?
If I reached out and touched your hand. ...
#regret
#grief
#loneliness
#UnrequitedLove
#bittersweet
453 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2020 00:45am
22nd Apr 2020 00:45am
Lasting Affections
Wherever your feet have traveled,
Always know that my heart has sojourned also,
You have never spent a night alone,
That your name has not been upon my lips.
Dearest friend, miles are too long
Between love and finding and loss and losing,
How I would change the shape of this world,
If I could but find a lever long enough.
You have moved on through your life,
And I am noble enough to let you do so without me,
No shadow to fall upon your shoulder,
No silent shape slipping along the perimeter of your happiness.
I think...
Always know that my heart has sojourned also,
You have never spent a night alone,
That your name has not been upon my lips.
Dearest friend, miles are too long
Between love and finding and loss and losing,
How I would change the shape of this world,
If I could but find a lever long enough.
You have moved on through your life,
And I am noble enough to let you do so without me,
No shadow to fall upon your shoulder,
No silent shape slipping along the perimeter of your happiness.
I think...
#love
#admiration
#respect #IMissYou
#respect #IMissYou
546 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2018 00:39am
10th Mar 2018 00:39am
Death Sentence
This storm shall never cease,
It consumes and consumes, never satisfied,
It will see that I am removed entirely,
My taint shall be scrubbed from this plane,
This storm has proclaimed judgment, found me guilty,
Now it becomes an executioner to annihilate and cleanse.
I give myself over now, no thread bare hope left,
The last of me frays, slipping, wearing away,
Would that I could cleanly snapped and be done,
Perhaps that is too kind a sentence for one as me,
I shall wear away, buffeted, drowned, stoned and burned,
Until...
It consumes and consumes, never satisfied,
It will see that I am removed entirely,
My taint shall be scrubbed from this plane,
This storm has proclaimed judgment, found me guilty,
Now it becomes an executioner to annihilate and cleanse.
I give myself over now, no thread bare hope left,
The last of me frays, slipping, wearing away,
Would that I could cleanly snapped and be done,
Perhaps that is too kind a sentence for one as me,
I shall wear away, buffeted, drowned, stoned and burned,
Until...
#regret
#heartbroken
#shame
622 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 7:17pm
8th Mar 2018 7:17pm
Flotsam
Frothy, foamy, tainted waters,
Bitter taste of wreckage and fuels,
All of what could have been,
All of the wishes for what should have been,
Floating in tiny pieces, jagged and far flung.
Rhythmic rise and fall of oceanic waves,
Carry the remains of what once was away,
Washing and saturating, heaving and sucking,
Larger pieces just below the surface,
They cannot rise and will not yet sink, trapped in watery purgatory.
Bobbing, floating, spreading,
Beneath sun and sky, stars and moon,
Each piece shall see a...
Bitter taste of wreckage and fuels,
All of what could have been,
All of the wishes for what should have been,
Floating in tiny pieces, jagged and far flung.
Rhythmic rise and fall of oceanic waves,
Carry the remains of what once was away,
Washing and saturating, heaving and sucking,
Larger pieces just below the surface,
They cannot rise and will not yet sink, trapped in watery purgatory.
Bobbing, floating, spreading,
Beneath sun and sky, stars and moon,
Each piece shall see a...
#heartbroken
590 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2018 4:02pm
21st Jan 2018 4:02pm
Rubies
How beautiful they glimmer,
These priceless jewels upon my hand,
Deepest burgundy, nearly purple,
Perfect in their gothic clarity.
I had not before known the gift of gems,
And these are the rarest of all,
So close to pigeon blood rubies,
Eternal is their quality.
These are deep and dimensional,
They are surreal in their shine,
Their reflection and cut unrivaled,
How strange to receive such beauty now.
I vaguely recall a desire for such trinkets,
A longing for a jewel...
These priceless jewels upon my hand,
Deepest burgundy, nearly purple,
Perfect in their gothic clarity.
I had not before known the gift of gems,
And these are the rarest of all,
So close to pigeon blood rubies,
Eternal is their quality.
These are deep and dimensional,
They are surreal in their shine,
Their reflection and cut unrivaled,
How strange to receive such beauty now.
I vaguely recall a desire for such trinkets,
A longing for a jewel...
#beauty
725 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2018 1:38am
16th Jan 2018 1:38am
Hurt
When the words don’t come,
When the tears won’t fall,
This is when I hurt worst.
When I try to reach out,
But have no idea what to say,
That is when I hurt worst.
When I shy away in awkwardness,
Returning to silence and hiding,
That is when I hurt worst.
When I misstep and fall,
When I break but stand anyway,
That is when I hurt worst.
When I can’t say the word “need,”
But only that word defines my state,
That is when I hurt worst.
When all I want is to be held,
When...
When the tears won’t fall,
This is when I hurt worst.
When I try to reach out,
But have no idea what to say,
That is when I hurt worst.
When I shy away in awkwardness,
Returning to silence and hiding,
That is when I hurt worst.
When I misstep and fall,
When I break but stand anyway,
That is when I hurt worst.
When I can’t say the word “need,”
But only that word defines my state,
That is when I hurt worst.
When all I want is to be held,
When...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#myself #despair
#myself #despair
838 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Dec 2017 9:27pm
31st Dec 2017 9:27pm
WARNING: DON'T GO IN THE WATER
It comes in groaning, laborious waves,
I watch them roll in,
Break over, crash into sand,
Suck the glistening grains free,
Swallow them greedily,
Reaching just another inch,
The filthy, tragic wash clawing,
Hungry for its next taste.
I stand well back of the waters,
Never to enter the riptide again.
But I come here at times,
Face this black cauldron of blood,
Under inky skies, calling down the new moon,
No stars reflected here, all light devoured,
I have no need to see it in daylight,
The smell and sound are...
I watch them roll in,
Break over, crash into sand,
Suck the glistening grains free,
Swallow them greedily,
Reaching just another inch,
The filthy, tragic wash clawing,
Hungry for its next taste.
I stand well back of the waters,
Never to enter the riptide again.
But I come here at times,
Face this black cauldron of blood,
Under inky skies, calling down the new moon,
No stars reflected here, all light devoured,
I have no need to see it in daylight,
The smell and sound are...
#identity
#mirror
#memories
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
735 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Dec 2017 2:19am
31st Dec 2017 2:19am
Elevator
She is an elegant jewel on His arm,
Soft, easy smiles for all who grace her gaze,
Gazes then politely averted in deference to Him,
Poise and ease of motion, grace,
Comfortable in her skin as well as her gown,
Adorning His arm.
His warm eyes adore her,
This night, she is His perfect lady,
His hand ever against the small of her back,
He guides her as they glide past other patrons,
A quick, casual exchange, with another gentleman,
Genuine good-natured chuckles.
The elevator arrives whisper quiet,
He leads her within,...
Soft, easy smiles for all who grace her gaze,
Gazes then politely averted in deference to Him,
Poise and ease of motion, grace,
Comfortable in her skin as well as her gown,
Adorning His arm.
His warm eyes adore her,
This night, she is His perfect lady,
His hand ever against the small of her back,
He guides her as they glide past other patrons,
A quick, casual exchange, with another gentleman,
Genuine good-natured chuckles.
The elevator arrives whisper quiet,
He leads her within,...
#dark
#lover
#dirty
#crush
#SelfWorth
1032 reads
15 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Dec 2017 11:11am
30th Dec 2017 11:11am
To Taste the Darkness
To Taste the Darkness
Brazen hell fires lick
Soft skin offered freely
Divine and light dreaming darkly
Approach your chosen
Consume my entirety
Introduce me to the realm of chaos
Put out the torches
Ravage the inquisitive savagely
Leave your mark in scars
When given the chance
To pass by the gate of hell
I entered freely to taste the purity of darkness
Enthralled by embrace,
By felony and fate,
Screaming silent ecstasy
A vessel to be used and filled
Gift from unending tree...
Brazen hell fires lick
Soft skin offered freely
Divine and light dreaming darkly
Approach your chosen
Consume my entirety
Introduce me to the realm of chaos
Put out the torches
Ravage the inquisitive savagely
Leave your mark in scars
When given the chance
To pass by the gate of hell
I entered freely to taste the purity of darkness
Enthralled by embrace,
By felony and fate,
Screaming silent ecstasy
A vessel to be used and filled
Gift from unending tree...
#PopCulture
923 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 11:52pm
22nd Dec 2017 11:52pm
Once More Into the Breech
Once more into the breach,
Splintered shield, remaining armor plate now dull and damaged,
Sword nicked, pommel forever carrying the blood of battles past.
I step again into the gauntlet,
Fortified by the echoes of the brigades gone before,
Would that my own charge be so noble as the six hundred.
I am older, now, and slower,
But I am wiser, so much wiser and determined,
Though metal be tarnished and muscle diminished,
I am fortified with precious knowledge of myself.
Oh, foe of old, tremble mightily,
My spirit...
Splintered shield, remaining armor plate now dull and damaged,
Sword nicked, pommel forever carrying the blood of battles past.
I step again into the gauntlet,
Fortified by the echoes of the brigades gone before,
Would that my own charge be so noble as the six hundred.
I am older, now, and slower,
But I am wiser, so much wiser and determined,
Though metal be tarnished and muscle diminished,
I am fortified with precious knowledge of myself.
Oh, foe of old, tremble mightily,
My spirit...
#power
#war
#PowerOfWords
795 reads
4 Comments
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