Submissions by ThePiper
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Driven by a mad Irish muse, I write when she tells me to. I have little control over the content, structure or subject but I do enjoy her poems.
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2016 6:51pm
10th Jun 2016 6:51pm
Draining Me
Feed me you said, feed me, I hunger
I hunger for your touch, your smell
I starve without your presence here
I need your touch, I need your taste
Your essence that warms me to life
Without you I am dead and dead I was
Until you came along and now, now I
Am warm, I am living, my body pulses
To the rhythm of your heart, the surge
Of your lust. Without your juices flow
I am but dust, the wind will blow and
I will be gone, gone, dust in the wind.
I fed, and fed and fed again till all
I was was gone, siphoned away, empty
I walked a barren...
I hunger for your touch, your smell
I starve without your presence here
I need your touch, I need your taste
Your essence that warms me to life
Without you I am dead and dead I was
Until you came along and now, now I
Am warm, I am living, my body pulses
To the rhythm of your heart, the surge
Of your lust. Without your juices flow
I am but dust, the wind will blow and
I will be gone, gone, dust in the wind.
I fed, and fed and fed again till all
I was was gone, siphoned away, empty
I walked a barren...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 8:19am
7th Jun 2016 8:19am
Missing Her
Even though she’s gone
I can still hear her sigh
Taste her juices
Smell her arousal
Feel her thighs on my shoulders
Her heels on my back
Drumming as she comes
Hear her soft whisper
Fuck me now. Never leave me
But she’s gone and I
Am left alone with
Memories
I can still hear her sigh
Taste her juices
Smell her arousal
Feel her thighs on my shoulders
Her heels on my back
Drumming as she comes
Hear her soft whisper
Fuck me now. Never leave me
But she’s gone and I
Am left alone with
Memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2016 2:10pm
20th May 2016 2:10pm
hearing the grave yard wind
It howls all down the line into my ears
And changing hurls all through my restting body
It twists, it turns, and burns, churning everything
Into a raging storm of longing of hope, unrequited
In hurried years that leave only memories
And images of a life torn from my fingers
The dead like leaves lie scattered around me
The gentle sussuration of the wind as combs
The graveyard grasses, lifts the grave dust,
Leaving me with tears in my staring eyes.
I comfort myself that it is only dust
But my heart knows otherwise.
And changing hurls all through my restting body
It twists, it turns, and burns, churning everything
Into a raging storm of longing of hope, unrequited
In hurried years that leave only memories
And images of a life torn from my fingers
The dead like leaves lie scattered around me
The gentle sussuration of the wind as combs
The graveyard grasses, lifts the grave dust,
Leaving me with tears in my staring eyes.
I comfort myself that it is only dust
But my heart knows otherwise.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Mar 2016 8:42pm
31st Mar 2016 8:42pm
Summer Gone
Summer gone
Sighing wind brushes my feet, caresses my legs,
The gentle hissing of the sea, soothes my ears,
As it gently softly erodes the sand under my feet.
Heat pulses against my skin, warming my body
Banishing the winter, banishing chills and rain
My mind drifts with the sensations of summer
Reminding me of another time, another place
Another lover, who loved the sun, loved the sea
She could sit all day in the sun and watch days
Slip by, leaving behind a distant memory of heat.
And sun warmed skin and dry lips, salty to taste
Gently...
Sighing wind brushes my feet, caresses my legs,
The gentle hissing of the sea, soothes my ears,
As it gently softly erodes the sand under my feet.
Heat pulses against my skin, warming my body
Banishing the winter, banishing chills and rain
My mind drifts with the sensations of summer
Reminding me of another time, another place
Another lover, who loved the sun, loved the sea
She could sit all day in the sun and watch days
Slip by, leaving behind a distant memory of heat.
And sun warmed skin and dry lips, salty to taste
Gently...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 5:13am
2nd Mar 2016 5:13am
Reconcilliation
Warm midsummer wind plays with the leaves,
Full moon light pours down making magic
In a world turned so newly desolate grey
Alone, "You are such a bastard, I'm gone"
Her last words, still echo round the room
I sigh and wonder, where she is and who
Strokes her lithe body now in my place.
The silence of my mourning thoughts
Shattered, broken, shards of hope
Shards of despair and wonder, her name
Message for you. I hesitate, my wounds
So newly healing, chatter fearing repetition
Message opens with a sigh, I don't look
Immediately....
Full moon light pours down making magic
In a world turned so newly desolate grey
Alone, "You are such a bastard, I'm gone"
Her last words, still echo round the room
I sigh and wonder, where she is and who
Strokes her lithe body now in my place.
The silence of my mourning thoughts
Shattered, broken, shards of hope
Shards of despair and wonder, her name
Message for you. I hesitate, my wounds
So newly healing, chatter fearing repetition
Message opens with a sigh, I don't look
Immediately....
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 4:36am
2nd Mar 2016 4:36am
Death Dance
I remember, Ah how
I remember, How,
How your skin felt,
So warm, so soft
Yielding to my touch
Demanding of me
Wanting, wanting
More. More and more
Talk, wine and
Life. Loving. Wanting
Me. Wanting my hunger.
Feeding my hunger
Never still, always
Curious, moving.
Excited, A childlike
Gypsy, with
Grown up appetites
Dancing at the edge
Of death, teetering
Uncaring, living
Fully, completely
Still, you are so
Deathly still, cold
Gone, your echoes
Batter at me
Memories, jumbled,
Colourful, sweet...
I remember, How,
How your skin felt,
So warm, so soft
Yielding to my touch
Demanding of me
Wanting, wanting
More. More and more
Talk, wine and
Life. Loving. Wanting
Me. Wanting my hunger.
Feeding my hunger
Never still, always
Curious, moving.
Excited, A childlike
Gypsy, with
Grown up appetites
Dancing at the edge
Of death, teetering
Uncaring, living
Fully, completely
Still, you are so
Deathly still, cold
Gone, your echoes
Batter at me
Memories, jumbled,
Colourful, sweet...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 1:47pm
23rd Feb 2016 1:47pm
Wind
The dancing wind, the nawty wind, the enfolding wind
Leaps from the sea, all fresh and wet and salty.
Mussing up your hair, stroking your cheeks
It plays the lover, invisible but physical
It touches here, it touches there, encircling
Caressing, gently touching, it whispers songs
And words that only you can truly hear.
And make you cry, for things you cannot name
And then brushing those same tears away it leaves
As suddenly as it arrived, no hint no warning
And now you are alone until it comes again.
Leaps from the sea, all fresh and wet and salty.
Mussing up your hair, stroking your cheeks
It plays the lover, invisible but physical
It touches here, it touches there, encircling
Caressing, gently touching, it whispers songs
And words that only you can truly hear.
And make you cry, for things you cannot name
And then brushing those same tears away it leaves
As suddenly as it arrived, no hint no warning
And now you are alone until it comes again.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 1:33pm
23rd Feb 2016 1:33pm
Summer Wind
The brown burnt grass, shivers in the wind
The wind borne salt bleaches the cerulean sky white
The far mountains shimmer hot and distant
The wind so warm now bears the icy touch of winter
A whisper in the wind, a sussuration in the grass
Winter, growth and soft rain comes
The storms that tore the trees apart
Forgotten in the the hungry thirst for rain.
The wind borne salt bleaches the cerulean sky white
The far mountains shimmer hot and distant
The wind so warm now bears the icy touch of winter
A whisper in the wind, a sussuration in the grass
Winter, growth and soft rain comes
The storms that tore the trees apart
Forgotten in the the hungry thirst for rain.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jan 2016 3:26pm
26th Jan 2016 3:26pm
Full Moon
Still and still,
Stiller yet
You sigh and gently
Drift asleep
Leaving me and the
Full moon to keep
Watch over you.
Stiller yet
You sigh and gently
Drift asleep
Leaving me and the
Full moon to keep
Watch over you.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jan 2016 9:18am
8th Jan 2016 9:18am
Ribs
On our second date, the lady chooses ribs
Devours each rib with sensual bliss, sparkling
Naughty eyes watch my face as she sucks the
Bone clean, then licks her fingers languorously.
Wicked smile in her eyes, she drops the bone
Takes another in both hands. Pink tongue flicks out
And licks the meat. She winks and then devours
The meat in one smooth suck. I am erect, hard
Wanting her mouth to suck on my bony meat.
She knows, she sees my lust, desire, my need.
She takes her time. Each last rib denuded
Devoured until only bare bones are left.
In the...
Devours each rib with sensual bliss, sparkling
Naughty eyes watch my face as she sucks the
Bone clean, then licks her fingers languorously.
Wicked smile in her eyes, she drops the bone
Takes another in both hands. Pink tongue flicks out
And licks the meat. She winks and then devours
The meat in one smooth suck. I am erect, hard
Wanting her mouth to suck on my bony meat.
She knows, she sees my lust, desire, my need.
She takes her time. Each last rib denuded
Devoured until only bare bones are left.
In the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jan 2016 10:55am
5th Jan 2016 10:55am
Lovers Tangle
Breathe soft against my skin,
Disturb the hairs on my chest,
Tickling without disturbing
Bodies twined, gently at rest
The peace is only broken
By the beating of our hearts
By whispers softly spoken
The twining of our hearts
It was not so but moments ago,
Fast movement, frantic urging
Too fast and then too slow
As our lust comes surging
Driving us on and on and on
To heights of rhythm. Steeple
Of lust. The most ancient song
Sung between two twined people
It starts but quietly, shyly
A touch, a glance,...
Disturb the hairs on my chest,
Tickling without disturbing
Bodies twined, gently at rest
The peace is only broken
By the beating of our hearts
By whispers softly spoken
The twining of our hearts
It was not so but moments ago,
Fast movement, frantic urging
Too fast and then too slow
As our lust comes surging
Driving us on and on and on
To heights of rhythm. Steeple
Of lust. The most ancient song
Sung between two twined people
It starts but quietly, shyly
A touch, a glance,...
726 reads
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