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.
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 3:24pm
22nd Dec 2017 3:24pm
Her Refuge
She is exhausted.
She is nowhere near done.
Her day morphs to night unchanged, save the sun moving aside for the moon.
She is spent.
She has nothing left.
She has given her all, yet again failing to hold anything in reserve.
She is empty.
She feels hollowed out.
She only wants to stop the madness and fall soundlessly into a restful sleep that will not come.
She crawls from the bed,
She approaches on hands and knees,
His eyes speak His concern long before His voice.
She does not answer Him in words....
She is nowhere near done.
Her day morphs to night unchanged, save the sun moving aside for the moon.
She is spent.
She has nothing left.
She has given her all, yet again failing to hold anything in reserve.
She is empty.
She feels hollowed out.
She only wants to stop the madness and fall soundlessly into a restful sleep that will not come.
She crawls from the bed,
She approaches on hands and knees,
His eyes speak His concern long before His voice.
She does not answer Him in words....
#PopCulture
652 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 3:21pm
22nd Dec 2017 3:21pm
Lingering Kisses
Precious and beyond worth,
His kisses, lasting upon lips,
Engraved upon heart,
Etched deeply into soul.
The slow descent of his mouth,
The touch, firm but gentle,
His tongue finding mine,
Exploration igniting senses.
The scent of him so close,
His iron arms wrapping me,
Pulling close, tight, safe,
Hand against cheek.
Demand of his mouth,
Penetration of his tongue,
Devouring, enjoying, savoring,
Driving higher and beyond.
Tiny sounds escaping,
Unbidden and unrestrained,...
His kisses, lasting upon lips,
Engraved upon heart,
Etched deeply into soul.
The slow descent of his mouth,
The touch, firm but gentle,
His tongue finding mine,
Exploration igniting senses.
The scent of him so close,
His iron arms wrapping me,
Pulling close, tight, safe,
Hand against cheek.
Demand of his mouth,
Penetration of his tongue,
Devouring, enjoying, savoring,
Driving higher and beyond.
Tiny sounds escaping,
Unbidden and unrestrained,...
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#temptation
893 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Dec 2017 11:23pm
21st Dec 2017 11:23pm
Bratting Daddy
YOU ARE NOT THE DOM OF ME!” Glaring, angry, red-faced, huffy and actually shaking, I screamed these words directly into his face, spittle flying and not giving a rat’s ass. I’m half Irish. When I get my Irish up, EVERYONE knows it.
This particular rather rash, Irish fueled tirade began thusly….
I dressed in a cute little outfit to go out for the evening with some girl friends. Perhaps the skirt may have been a little too short and the top may have been a little low cut and the fuck-me stilettos may have been a little edgy for the local pub scene. However, I...
This particular rather rash, Irish fueled tirade began thusly….
I dressed in a cute little outfit to go out for the evening with some girl friends. Perhaps the skirt may have been a little too short and the top may have been a little low cut and the fuck-me stilettos may have been a little edgy for the local pub scene. However, I...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
916 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 11:22pm
21st Dec 2017 11:22pm
Free Fall
Too high.
Air too thin to breath.
Narrow, crumbling rock under foot,
Heels hanging off the disintegrating edge,
She refuses to look down.
Arms wheeling madly,
Eyes clamped tightly closed,
Determination to remain aloft,
Struggle to balance on the precarious perch.
Body glistening from head to foot,
The sweat tracing every curve and every edge,
The salt stinging her raw wounds, red and angry,
The body’s own moisture turning her last foothold to ice.
She is going to fall.
She knows it is...
Air too thin to breath.
Narrow, crumbling rock under foot,
Heels hanging off the disintegrating edge,
She refuses to look down.
Arms wheeling madly,
Eyes clamped tightly closed,
Determination to remain aloft,
Struggle to balance on the precarious perch.
Body glistening from head to foot,
The sweat tracing every curve and every edge,
The salt stinging her raw wounds, red and angry,
The body’s own moisture turning her last foothold to ice.
She is going to fall.
She knows it is...
#lust
653 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 3:09pm
21st Dec 2017 3:09pm
Footfalls of Grief
stutter
stop
step
stutter
stop
step
stutter
stop
step
this is my day now
stutter
stop
step
i rise from the sleepless night and stutter back to life
i pause and sway, waiting for equilibrium
i step furtively, cautiously, quietly
stutter
stop
step
i smell your shampoo and my shambling gait falters
i hear a familiar song I once sang over you and my forward momentum stops
i lean as far out over my feet as I can and finally,...
stop
step
stutter
stop
step
stutter
stop
step
this is my day now
stutter
stop
step
i rise from the sleepless night and stutter back to life
i pause and sway, waiting for equilibrium
i step furtively, cautiously, quietly
stutter
stop
step
i smell your shampoo and my shambling gait falters
i hear a familiar song I once sang over you and my forward momentum stops
i lean as far out over my feet as I can and finally,...
#strength
#courage
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
571 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 3:01pm
21st Dec 2017 3:01pm
Tiny Beating Wings
Forever hovering,
Never touching,
Never resting,
Never landing,
Never connecting.
Sipping while in motion,
Tasting and flitting away.
A thing of fascination,
A thing to behold,
A wonderment of nature,
A rare and magical creature,
To be always in motion and yet unmoving.
To be within grasp and remain untouched.
I know this tiny thing,
I understand it intimately,
It does not land for fear of being shooed away,
It does not linger because while everyone longs to watch it,
None desire to hold it. ...
Never touching,
Never resting,
Never landing,
Never connecting.
Sipping while in motion,
Tasting and flitting away.
A thing of fascination,
A thing to behold,
A wonderment of nature,
A rare and magical creature,
To be always in motion and yet unmoving.
To be within grasp and remain untouched.
I know this tiny thing,
I understand it intimately,
It does not land for fear of being shooed away,
It does not linger because while everyone longs to watch it,
None desire to hold it. ...
#hope
#inspirational
#nature #magic
#nature #magic
516 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 2:51am
21st Dec 2017 2:51am
A Brat's Creed (*fine print version)
A Brat’s Creed (fine print version)
I will not be a brat,
*on select holidays, according to the Mayan calendar.*
I promise to be sweet as pie,
*unless you piss me off*.
I promise not to use your paddle as a fly swatter,
*but all bets are off in the event of a spider.*
I promise not to use your whip as a cat toy,
*unless the cat does that blinky-eye routine, which you can’t resist either, by the way.*
I will always come to you when you call,
*even if it involves a circuitous route around...
I will not be a brat,
*on select holidays, according to the Mayan calendar.*
I promise to be sweet as pie,
*unless you piss me off*.
I promise not to use your paddle as a fly swatter,
*but all bets are off in the event of a spider.*
I promise not to use your whip as a cat toy,
*unless the cat does that blinky-eye routine, which you can’t resist either, by the way.*
I will always come to you when you call,
*even if it involves a circuitous route around...
#childhood
1121 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2017 5:07pm
20th Dec 2017 5:07pm
The Guarded Heart
My soul is tired and weary,
My mind torn, the edges frayed,
I want nothing more than to lay down,
To surrender to oblivion.
Can you give me a safe space,
A soundproof niche where I might cry,
Without the world seeing me,
Without onlookers and judges?
Can you take me away,
Where I can hide away and heal,
Where self doubt cannot travel,
Where shame and remorse cannot find me?
Can you hold me, cradle me as I fall,
Ease me to the ground,
Comfort me with touch alone, no words,
With no...
My mind torn, the edges frayed,
I want nothing more than to lay down,
To surrender to oblivion.
Can you give me a safe space,
A soundproof niche where I might cry,
Without the world seeing me,
Without onlookers and judges?
Can you take me away,
Where I can hide away and heal,
Where self doubt cannot travel,
Where shame and remorse cannot find me?
Can you hold me, cradle me as I fall,
Ease me to the ground,
Comfort me with touch alone, no words,
With no...
#anger
640 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2017 5:03pm
20th Dec 2017 5:03pm
Rain
It comes in sheets,
Waves of guilt and shame,
Blotting out the cast iron sky,
Reverberating with a bass all its own.
It comes in swells,
Pouring and driving in turn,
Obscuring vision and drowning hope,
Searing light too fleeting to offer illumination.
It comes in torrents,
All the what ifs and whys,
Crescendo of disbelief and denial,
Sorrowful sounds drown out by fat drops against glass.
It comes ceaselessly,
Rolling in furious bales,
Hate and anger slashed plum and green,
Through a...
Waves of guilt and shame,
Blotting out the cast iron sky,
Reverberating with a bass all its own.
It comes in swells,
Pouring and driving in turn,
Obscuring vision and drowning hope,
Searing light too fleeting to offer illumination.
It comes in torrents,
All the what ifs and whys,
Crescendo of disbelief and denial,
Sorrowful sounds drown out by fat drops against glass.
It comes ceaselessly,
Rolling in furious bales,
Hate and anger slashed plum and green,
Through a...
#anger
#dark
#rain
#water
#emotional
496 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Feb 2017 10:53pm
20th Feb 2017 10:53pm
The Sentry
He basks in the licking flames,
The barely controlled rage,
The undeniable combustion,
The potential for devastation,
This is where he makes his home,
In the chaos of the depths,
In the paths no mortal dares tread,
Though the Fool bid him otherwise,
He pays no heed and forges ahead,
He seeks the uncontrolled,
He seeks the inexpiable,
He yearns to taste the essence of the flame,
To hold the blue sizzling heat in his palm.
He has no fear of the fires of this hell,
This is what he seeks,
Damnation is where he heeds...
The barely controlled rage,
The undeniable combustion,
The potential for devastation,
This is where he makes his home,
In the chaos of the depths,
In the paths no mortal dares tread,
Though the Fool bid him otherwise,
He pays no heed and forges ahead,
He seeks the uncontrolled,
He seeks the inexpiable,
He yearns to taste the essence of the flame,
To hold the blue sizzling heat in his palm.
He has no fear of the fires of this hell,
This is what he seeks,
Damnation is where he heeds...
702 reads
2 Comments
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