Submissions by Shine_of_Darkness (Michael Anderson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I mostly write dark poetry, though like reading all. I prefer to write rhyming poetry but realize just how archaic that is. I do appreciate all forms.
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 4:06pm
1st Jul 2015 4:06pm
The Wailing
He lingers on in lone sorrow, from a history shared;
Grim tomorrow stumbled upon, with its steely fangs bared…
To prosecute the upright stance of seven layered trust.
Given to chance, and ill repute, his house of dreams but dust.
A walking scab, feeling remorse in sensibility;
He stays the course to lay the slab of love no longer free…
On foundations of splintered hope—those faces from the past,
Beyond the scope of perdition, where destiny’s amassed.
The pinnacle of broadcast shame, he lays his trophies down.
If in the name of ridicule,...
Grim tomorrow stumbled upon, with its steely fangs bared…
To prosecute the upright stance of seven layered trust.
Given to chance, and ill repute, his house of dreams but dust.
A walking scab, feeling remorse in sensibility;
He stays the course to lay the slab of love no longer free…
On foundations of splintered hope—those faces from the past,
Beyond the scope of perdition, where destiny’s amassed.
The pinnacle of broadcast shame, he lays his trophies down.
If in the name of ridicule,...
661 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 3:48pm
1st Jul 2015 3:48pm
On Tap
My love, always on tap for me,
Soft eyes always in sacred plea.
Yes God gave her three holes to fill.
In every one she needs that spill.
With pierce on tongue, she milks that vein.
Yet claws and bites, in hopes of pain
Returned to silk flesh, soft and white,
And stretching of holes, evertight.
So beautiful, spread in display,
Insert four fingers, let them splay.
Watch her soft gasp, her arching back…
Then add thumb too, watch her react.
Hips off the bed, planting her feet,
Her own fingers delving ass deep. ...
Soft eyes always in sacred plea.
Yes God gave her three holes to fill.
In every one she needs that spill.
With pierce on tongue, she milks that vein.
Yet claws and bites, in hopes of pain
Returned to silk flesh, soft and white,
And stretching of holes, evertight.
So beautiful, spread in display,
Insert four fingers, let them splay.
Watch her soft gasp, her arching back…
Then add thumb too, watch her react.
Hips off the bed, planting her feet,
Her own fingers delving ass deep. ...
931 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 11:37am
29th Jun 2015 11:37am
Bringin' the House Down
They think me the belligerent fool,
The luvstruck pup, in puddled drool.
Not seeing the claws to my mess,
For I leave no will to impress.
But hate me for it, that they will,
As I bring those juices to spill:
And take from them their sacred prize,
To watch what faces can't disguise.
As upon me I feel the eyes,
Hear the whispers, and too, the sighs;
The seethe ‘neath a Bourbon cast glance
I won’t chalk up to happenstance.
Oh, I came here arms opened wide,
Though all but silence was denied. ...
The luvstruck pup, in puddled drool.
Not seeing the claws to my mess,
For I leave no will to impress.
But hate me for it, that they will,
As I bring those juices to spill:
And take from them their sacred prize,
To watch what faces can't disguise.
As upon me I feel the eyes,
Hear the whispers, and too, the sighs;
The seethe ‘neath a Bourbon cast glance
I won’t chalk up to happenstance.
Oh, I came here arms opened wide,
Though all but silence was denied. ...
695 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 6:11am
29th Jun 2015 6:11am
The Hunted
I walk the blackened highway as Orion claims the skies,
Unfolding as a tempest ‘fore these worn and weary eyes
While Darkness points the finger to a numbing in my chest—
While woe and wrong subdue the song of Life's long, futile quest.
Awakened to a wilderness of dying desert sand,
I sift the dreams, as if ashes, with cold and calloused hand.
I bite the palm to suck the blood, and peel the tainted skin,
To taste, in haste, the barren waste of antiquated sin...
...As Thunder, rent asunder, shreds all threads of living Light!
...As rain...
Unfolding as a tempest ‘fore these worn and weary eyes
While Darkness points the finger to a numbing in my chest—
While woe and wrong subdue the song of Life's long, futile quest.
Awakened to a wilderness of dying desert sand,
I sift the dreams, as if ashes, with cold and calloused hand.
I bite the palm to suck the blood, and peel the tainted skin,
To taste, in haste, the barren waste of antiquated sin...
...As Thunder, rent asunder, shreds all threads of living Light!
...As rain...
802 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 00:26am
29th Jun 2015 00:26am
Inside My Love
Inside my love a warmth abounds,
So hot it sets her eye’s aglow.
Almost hear it as her heart pounds,
When I approach her nice and slow.
I watch her bite her bottom lip,
Curled tight in questioning thought;
I place my hands upon her hips—
Answer what wondering cannot.
A passion surge ‘pon sweet exhale,
On mouth, a kiss so soft and full.
Look to what those deep greens avail,
Can’t help falling into their pull.
I place my palm between her thighs,
Her moistened mound glistening dew.
Spread lips a little,...
So hot it sets her eye’s aglow.
Almost hear it as her heart pounds,
When I approach her nice and slow.
I watch her bite her bottom lip,
Curled tight in questioning thought;
I place my hands upon her hips—
Answer what wondering cannot.
A passion surge ‘pon sweet exhale,
On mouth, a kiss so soft and full.
Look to what those deep greens avail,
Can’t help falling into their pull.
I place my palm between her thighs,
Her moistened mound glistening dew.
Spread lips a little,...
986 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jun 2015 00:17am
28th Jun 2015 00:17am
My Darksighs
First time I cupped your chin in hand,
The first time that we kissed;
Felt the very pulse of demand,
And I could not resist.
Palpable hunger in your eyes,
Your will, mine to submit;
I lay you down, spread wide your prize,
And gave my touch to it.
Amazing tightness I recall,
Your button rising free,
used my fingers to stretch your walls,
My tongue simply to please.
As you drew breath, your breasts rising
I watched from down below…
Seeing your eyes, realizing
You...
The first time that we kissed;
Felt the very pulse of demand,
And I could not resist.
Palpable hunger in your eyes,
Your will, mine to submit;
I lay you down, spread wide your prize,
And gave my touch to it.
Amazing tightness I recall,
Your button rising free,
used my fingers to stretch your walls,
My tongue simply to please.
As you drew breath, your breasts rising
I watched from down below…
Seeing your eyes, realizing
You...
1036 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2015 2:23pm
27th Jun 2015 2:23pm
Soul Gaze
I watch her from a distance fair,
This angel ‘fore my eyes.
Her words, a visage of despairing
Life and hushed dark sighs.
She aches, she bleeds, I feel her need—
It cuts into my soul…
That I can never intercede—
I cannot make her whole.
A brimming of emotions, full.
A conflagration set.
I pray for her some miracle
In her future is set.
That all she views as her weakness
She’ll someday see as strength.
That she’ll love herself, through meekness,
As I’ve grown to at length.
The world is hers for the...
This angel ‘fore my eyes.
Her words, a visage of despairing
Life and hushed dark sighs.
She aches, she bleeds, I feel her need—
It cuts into my soul…
That I can never intercede—
I cannot make her whole.
A brimming of emotions, full.
A conflagration set.
I pray for her some miracle
In her future is set.
That all she views as her weakness
She’ll someday see as strength.
That she’ll love herself, through meekness,
As I’ve grown to at length.
The world is hers for the...
848 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2015 3:21am
26th Jun 2015 3:21am
the Bottle
With sails set to the skies on winds, ever still and strange,
I look out to a horizon that never seems to change.
I’ve been searching forever on this invisible sea,
Not sure that I will ever know what reward waits for me.
Somewhere, off in the distance, I know answers must exist;
Driven on by persistence toward something I can’t resist.
The maps all torn and faded while no stars dare touch the sky,
I can’t help but feel jaded with no water to descry.
I’ve seen darkness, I’ve seen shadow, I’ve seen lights shining bright.
I’ve seen the eyes of men...
I look out to a horizon that never seems to change.
I’ve been searching forever on this invisible sea,
Not sure that I will ever know what reward waits for me.
Somewhere, off in the distance, I know answers must exist;
Driven on by persistence toward something I can’t resist.
The maps all torn and faded while no stars dare touch the sky,
I can’t help but feel jaded with no water to descry.
I’ve seen darkness, I’ve seen shadow, I’ve seen lights shining bright.
I’ve seen the eyes of men...
744 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 1:27am
25th Jun 2015 1:27am
Self Portrait
Hastily sketched, never filled in,” my portrait on display.
As passers-by somewhere, some when, look but go on their way.
An image etched upon the mind holds me frozen in place.
The how and why not so unkind as the “who” who lines my face.
Forty plus years, slave to the grind, I’ve had not time to spare—
To look in eyes, to hug, to hold, or even say, “I care.”
Nor claim with tears, from ties that bind, one heartfelt obligation,
As soft white lies, both dark and cold, held me in isolation.
My safety net, I honed it well while no others could find me....
As passers-by somewhere, some when, look but go on their way.
An image etched upon the mind holds me frozen in place.
The how and why not so unkind as the “who” who lines my face.
Forty plus years, slave to the grind, I’ve had not time to spare—
To look in eyes, to hug, to hold, or even say, “I care.”
Nor claim with tears, from ties that bind, one heartfelt obligation,
As soft white lies, both dark and cold, held me in isolation.
My safety net, I honed it well while no others could find me....
684 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 00:45am
25th Jun 2015 00:45am
The Finish Line
I do not trust the morning sun
To remove chills from my cold skin.
And yet I stand, all chances run,
To cross her line, yet never win.
The race lifelong, the dreams piled high,
I carried them upon my back.
Yet now, with naught left but to die,
See them as markers for my lack.
The lack of smiles, time spent alone.
The lack of trust, a wounded soul.
Plethoras of sin to atone,
Where only I could pay such toll.
Yet if it’s hell that waits on me,
(A man who’s paid most every price),
Let all...
To remove chills from my cold skin.
And yet I stand, all chances run,
To cross her line, yet never win.
The race lifelong, the dreams piled high,
I carried them upon my back.
Yet now, with naught left but to die,
See them as markers for my lack.
The lack of smiles, time spent alone.
The lack of trust, a wounded soul.
Plethoras of sin to atone,
Where only I could pay such toll.
Yet if it’s hell that waits on me,
(A man who’s paid most every price),
Let all...
710 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2015 8:53am
24th Jun 2015 8:53am
Juggler
It starts with just a ball or two,
And not much else for you to do.
One in the hand, one in the air,
You like the feel and so you dare
To pick up three and even four;
But then start craving something more.
And although you find daggers scary,
Plain balls just seem ordinary.
So you start slowly with just one,
But soon, for you one’s just no fun.
You like the risk of tossing two
Of something that finally suits you.
And when you take that third in hand,
With all else silent, dark, and damned;
Their shines a gleam within...
And not much else for you to do.
One in the hand, one in the air,
You like the feel and so you dare
To pick up three and even four;
But then start craving something more.
And although you find daggers scary,
Plain balls just seem ordinary.
So you start slowly with just one,
But soon, for you one’s just no fun.
You like the risk of tossing two
Of something that finally suits you.
And when you take that third in hand,
With all else silent, dark, and damned;
Their shines a gleam within...
678 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2015 8:43am
24th Jun 2015 8:43am
Steel Pierces Rose
Poise the dart of deadshot lie, and peeled empty spaces.
Ring the heart, and stab the eye of your adorning faces.
Steel pierces rose, soft tangle of stones you place along the walk.
I won’t impose, know that you love to everhurt me in talk.
And the bleeders will all stop by to place palm to milky flesh,
Bottom feeders will feign their cry as you draw them in afresh.
Need their attention, not my love, I finally begin to see.
Screw this tension, won’t be part of this label handed to me.
Corset of lace can’t dig skin line when you...
Ring the heart, and stab the eye of your adorning faces.
Steel pierces rose, soft tangle of stones you place along the walk.
I won’t impose, know that you love to everhurt me in talk.
And the bleeders will all stop by to place palm to milky flesh,
Bottom feeders will feign their cry as you draw them in afresh.
Need their attention, not my love, I finally begin to see.
Screw this tension, won’t be part of this label handed to me.
Corset of lace can’t dig skin line when you...
712 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Shine_of_Darkness (Michael Anderson)
