Submissions by Samnash (Sam Nash)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A poet by nature, a stargazer at night.
A Night With a Stranger chapter 1
#erotic
#love
#sex
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When we meet
I sat to wonder.
When we meet
will I get a peck
on my cheek?
or will it linger
instead
on my lips
for days
and weeks?
When we meet
will your eyes
twinkle
to see me?
your lips
tingle
from the burn
of my heat?
When we meet
will it trickle
down?
or can you hide
the gushes
of the tide
on the side
of the street?
When we meet
shall I greet you
out there?
or wait
in the back?
open your door,
slip you in,
let...
When we meet
will I get a peck
on my cheek?
or will it linger
instead
on my lips
for days
and weeks?
When we meet
will your eyes
twinkle
to see me?
your lips
tingle
from the burn
of my heat?
When we meet
will it trickle
down?
or can you hide
the gushes
of the tide
on the side
of the street?
When we meet
shall I greet you
out there?
or wait
in the back?
open your door,
slip you in,
let...
#love
#sex
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28 Comments
A Wise Man
Once there used to live a wiseman in a village far far across the sea. He was kind, smart, and polite, with a shy gentle soul (it is very important to note the SHY GENTLE SOUL here... oh and he had green eyes as well.)
One summer’s day a man knocked on the wiseman’s door. He said he had important information to tell him.
“The farmer who lives on the other side of town is talking about you behind your back,” the man said. “The farmer is telling everyone how bad and evil you are.”
The wiseman smiled and replied, “take me to the farmer’s house,” he said, “I want...
One summer’s day a man knocked on the wiseman’s door. He said he had important information to tell him.
“The farmer who lives on the other side of town is talking about you behind your back,” the man said. “The farmer is telling everyone how bad and evil you are.”
The wiseman smiled and replied, “take me to the farmer’s house,” he said, “I want...
#wisdom
#funny
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Invoked
Puffs of white cotton drifting
on an unquenchable blue.
Gentle wind swirling
tickling the edges of my gown
making a heedless thing of my hair.
Deeply breathing the cool air.
Holding it in.
Lungs hugging like a bear,
before allowing it to escape within.
Wishing my thoughts were mine.
Whispering on a slack wet paper.
Words running with blue wine,
unblotched despite my touch.
Thoughts swirling like the wind,
scorching against my face.
Demanding its own way,
caring little of what I say.
on an unquenchable blue.
Gentle wind swirling
tickling the edges of my gown
making a heedless thing of my hair.
Deeply breathing the cool air.
Holding it in.
Lungs hugging like a bear,
before allowing it to escape within.
Wishing my thoughts were mine.
Whispering on a slack wet paper.
Words running with blue wine,
unblotched despite my touch.
Thoughts swirling like the wind,
scorching against my face.
Demanding its own way,
caring little of what I say.
#love
#WritingPoetry
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20 Comments
Half a Haircut (sequel)
#erotic
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15 Comments
Befallen
In keeping with every ancient lore
I confess my love to the one I adore.
You took my heart and made it soar
diving through every celestial shore.
The angels cried for a long lost soul
stripped naked to his minimal core.
He wanted to lie on all his fours
and pierce open your heavenly door.
Our passions burnt from the start
with the first word which had set you apart.
How do you keep touching my heart
every time you write one of your black art?
Fists of hair you fling around.
Splashes of ink that always...
I confess my love to the one I adore.
You took my heart and made it soar
diving through every celestial shore.
The angels cried for a long lost soul
stripped naked to his minimal core.
He wanted to lie on all his fours
and pierce open your heavenly door.
Our passions burnt from the start
with the first word which had set you apart.
How do you keep touching my heart
every time you write one of your black art?
Fists of hair you fling around.
Splashes of ink that always...
#love
#sex
#erotic
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6 Comments
One kiss
What proof
do you need
that our love
will succeed
Look what
you put me through
all my life
waiting for you
One kiss
is not enough
for the pain
and the love
If you
ever doubt
that my heart
beats so loud
Listen
to the sounds
of music that
rocks abound
When it
hears your voice
it burst louder
without a choice
Is this
all I’m worth?
Just one kiss
or a thousand curse
One day
I hope to get
my wish ...
do you need
that our love
will succeed
Look what
you put me through
all my life
waiting for you
One kiss
is not enough
for the pain
and the love
If you
ever doubt
that my heart
beats so loud
Listen
to the sounds
of music that
rocks abound
When it
hears your voice
it burst louder
without a choice
Is this
all I’m worth?
Just one kiss
or a thousand curse
One day
I hope to get
my wish ...
#love
251 reads
10 Comments
Half a Haircut
#erotic
142 reads
13 Comments
Once upon a time
This is not a typical Haiku, however I tried to adhere to a Haiku structure as much as I could. Each stanza is a rhyming Haiku. All together they form a story..
Once upon a time
in a far far away land,
where love was sublime.
Where hence the sun rests
each day amongst the bosom
of watery breasts.
I met a nice girl,
subtle like the ocean breeze,
smooth like a rough pearl.
One day she ran off.
She left me one moonless night.
Slipping like a dove
in the deep ocean,
under the waves of the...
Once upon a time
in a far far away land,
where love was sublime.
Where hence the sun rests
each day amongst the bosom
of watery breasts.
I met a nice girl,
subtle like the ocean breeze,
smooth like a rough pearl.
One day she ran off.
She left me one moonless night.
Slipping like a dove
in the deep ocean,
under the waves of the...
#love
#haiku
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16 Comments
Intruded
#sex
#erotic
212 reads
5 Comments
Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
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Where have you been?
#love
#sex
#erotic #passion
#erotic #passion
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Samnash (Sam Nash)