Submissions by Poetryman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Star Gazing On the Fire Escape
#sex
#erotic
123 reads
4 Comments
Pump Me
Blood surging
Veins bulging
On the verge of bursting
Blood racing in vain
An out of control train
You're driving me insane
Renewing life feels so divine
So tiring this life of mine
And all born to share my line
For each red cell that I impart
Pumping my most passionate part
Yet I failed to love, now I am a broken heart
Veins bulging
On the verge of bursting
Blood racing in vain
An out of control train
You're driving me insane
Renewing life feels so divine
So tiring this life of mine
And all born to share my line
For each red cell that I impart
Pumping my most passionate part
Yet I failed to love, now I am a broken heart
#heartbroken
#SelfReflection
137 reads
10 Comments
Odd Observation
I happened to look at the list of poets who follow me today and I noticed something very strange. Only a small number have been signing on DUP in the past few weeks and the vast majority have not been on in over a month.
Now this is just my followers, but I wonder if this is a larger issue. I was looking because another member mentioned to me that their comments were down lately and I was wondering if people are reading less or just not getting on the internet in general.
Is anyone else noticing this trend?
I wonder if the admins have site stats to check data on site stats? ...
Now this is just my followers, but I wonder if this is a larger issue. I was looking because another member mentioned to me that their comments were down lately and I was wondering if people are reading less or just not getting on the internet in general.
Is anyone else noticing this trend?
I wonder if the admins have site stats to check data on site stats? ...
#nonfiction
93 reads
3 Comments
Sin n Stir
I am shaken to my metaphorical core
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
#sadness
#grief
#betrayal
#WritingPoetry
#deception
130 reads
5 Comments
Eternal Undeath
My greatest fear is to live forever
Mortal and frail, not like a vampire
Alive and eternally lonely but not undead
For the cursed are preserved in perverted youth
Kept alive by their thirst for beating warm blood
But the fear I contain is never ending rejection
To be fooled into false love by phishers and fakes
Repeatedly teasing my foolish old heart
Over and over the echoes reflect down a spiraling staircase
As if caught in the corridors of an Esher sketch
With falls of water climbing escalating streams
Only to feed back on...
Mortal and frail, not like a vampire
Alive and eternally lonely but not undead
For the cursed are preserved in perverted youth
Kept alive by their thirst for beating warm blood
But the fear I contain is never ending rejection
To be fooled into false love by phishers and fakes
Repeatedly teasing my foolish old heart
Over and over the echoes reflect down a spiraling staircase
As if caught in the corridors of an Esher sketch
With falls of water climbing escalating streams
Only to feed back on...
#death
#LifeCycle
#fear
98 reads
5 Comments
Deception
What cruelty is this? Lord, betrayed without the kiss...?
The lies born deeper than this imagination of his
From dark places that only a rotten Soul goes
More depraved than even greedy cat phishers know
But I don't know how calculating he has been so far
I only know her pretending can be quite bizarre
Yet how far can a liar take his low down dirty deeds
When he knows the pain he'll cause through my true poetic bleeds
Still he persists secretly with his deceitful ruse
Sailing into icy waters on a lone man titanic cruise
The lies born deeper than this imagination of his
From dark places that only a rotten Soul goes
More depraved than even greedy cat phishers know
But I don't know how calculating he has been so far
I only know her pretending can be quite bizarre
Yet how far can a liar take his low down dirty deeds
When he knows the pain he'll cause through my true poetic bleeds
Still he persists secretly with his deceitful ruse
Sailing into icy waters on a lone man titanic cruise
#lies
#betrayal
#LifeAsAWriter
113 reads
A Mystery Exposed Silently
The things she keeps secret
Are more telling than her reveals
For in every silent moment
Bleed the spills that she conceals
Deep auburn stains betray her passions scent
Drifting through the night air while she qietly slept
Holding tight to her pale bedroom glow
That smolders 'neath her evaporating flow
She feels in dark shadows she cannot show to me
So long their tentacles will never set her free
Cast from her distant rising red sun
Encasing a bright future in a lonely dunn
I wonder if she will expose to my starved...
Are more telling than her reveals
For in every silent moment
Bleed the spills that she conceals
Deep auburn stains betray her passions scent
Drifting through the night air while she qietly slept
Holding tight to her pale bedroom glow
That smolders 'neath her evaporating flow
She feels in dark shadows she cannot show to me
So long their tentacles will never set her free
Cast from her distant rising red sun
Encasing a bright future in a lonely dunn
I wonder if she will expose to my starved...
#secrets
#lies
#mystery
#manipulation
#deception
167 reads
5 Comments
The Grim Raper - Halloween Pumpin'
#dark
#sex
#abuse
#evil
#scary
112 reads
4 Comments
grand scales
Lay your back on my pianos contrasting keys
That I may create sounds with gentle notes
My fingertips climbing and falling in delicate tones
From the tips of your curled purled toes
To the ends of your dark flowing hair
Would you sing for me as I play delightfully
With the rhythm of desire trembling on your skin
My hands vibrating with your quivering song
In scales without chords that complicate our harmony
Let me play you in a duet of two solo artists
Coming together in one collaborative crescendo
Erupting in a chorus of unholy names ...
That I may create sounds with gentle notes
My fingertips climbing and falling in delicate tones
From the tips of your curled purled toes
To the ends of your dark flowing hair
Would you sing for me as I play delightfully
With the rhythm of desire trembling on your skin
My hands vibrating with your quivering song
In scales without chords that complicate our harmony
Let me play you in a duet of two solo artists
Coming together in one collaborative crescendo
Erupting in a chorus of unholy names ...
#music
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
126 reads
6 Comments
insufferable
Loneliness
No voices but the ones I imagine
Walls without echoes or shadows
Food because it hurts too much not to eat
No one calls, no one cares
Family doesn't want me to die
Because they don't have a place
to drop my bones or ashes
More lies than truth
My own, and those who pretend
I don't believe in suicide
so I'm stuck here till I die
If there is an afterlife it will just get worse
I have high hopes for death to be the end
Nothing else would be fair
Why suffer more after my body finally quits?
I hope like...
No voices but the ones I imagine
Walls without echoes or shadows
Food because it hurts too much not to eat
No one calls, no one cares
Family doesn't want me to die
Because they don't have a place
to drop my bones or ashes
More lies than truth
My own, and those who pretend
I don't believe in suicide
so I'm stuck here till I die
If there is an afterlife it will just get worse
I have high hopes for death to be the end
Nothing else would be fair
Why suffer more after my body finally quits?
I hope like...
#death
103 reads
Butterflies
It was five years ago this week
When I gazed into two beautiful eyes
She was a girl, not yet at her peak
And I was a boy filled with butterflies
And now so much time has passed
As I glance back into those eyes
She went from a girl to a woman so fast
But I'm still a boy filled with butterflies
She gave birth to a daughter
Much to my surprise
In my heart I'll always want her
And to see those beautiful eyes
Searching beyond my reflection
Through her eyes to her soul ...
When I gazed into two beautiful eyes
She was a girl, not yet at her peak
And I was a boy filled with butterflies
And now so much time has passed
As I glance back into those eyes
She went from a girl to a woman so fast
But I'm still a boy filled with butterflies
She gave birth to a daughter
Much to my surprise
In my heart I'll always want her
And to see those beautiful eyes
Searching beyond my reflection
Through her eyes to her soul ...
#love
141 reads
7 Comments
The Last Good Knight
The battle was all uphill
His armor heavy and rusting
Yet valliently he fought on
To protect his majestic queen
Who deserved no less than a battle to the death
Her queendom stretched from horizon to horizon
Where blue skies met Black Knights at the edge of a blade
And the darkest nights lasted long past the stroke of midnight's toll
So many swords had pierced his heart yet never was he slain
But all the broken pieces could not be put back together again...
His armor heavy and rusting
Yet valliently he fought on
To protect his majestic queen
Who deserved no less than a battle to the death
Her queendom stretched from horizon to horizon
Where blue skies met Black Knights at the edge of a blade
And the darkest nights lasted long past the stroke of midnight's toll
So many swords had pierced his heart yet never was he slain
But all the broken pieces could not be put back together again...
#SelfDiscovery
104 reads
1 Comment
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