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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2016 9:01pm
3rd Jan 2016 9:01pm
Pickup
I saw her across the room,
She saw me and smiled
Meeting like hurtling trains
Breathless I stared into her
And saw forever.
Drifting in free fall, weightless
We danced our lust.
I touched her face, soft
She touched my heart, hard
I need you, I want you
Now, now. I want to taste your
Skin, your mouth, your hidden
Places.
Those fiery words
Meant to be thought
I said it out loud
She looked at me
Startled.
She turned and fled.
Alone. Aghast. I stood
Alone. She looked back
Only once.
I turn to leave. Ashamed....
She saw me and smiled
Meeting like hurtling trains
Breathless I stared into her
And saw forever.
Drifting in free fall, weightless
We danced our lust.
I touched her face, soft
She touched my heart, hard
I need you, I want you
Now, now. I want to taste your
Skin, your mouth, your hidden
Places.
Those fiery words
Meant to be thought
I said it out loud
She looked at me
Startled.
She turned and fled.
Alone. Aghast. I stood
Alone. She looked back
Only once.
I turn to leave. Ashamed....
752 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2016 8:55pm
3rd Jan 2016 8:55pm
The Silvermine Hiking Circuit
Racing chasing, pushing the Saturday shopping traffic spits me out.
Rolling strolling, slowly game reserve speed
Cracking, crunching, turning onto parking gravel.
Swinging legs and levering body from the car,
Clicking, unlocking swing the boot open, rucksack in hand
Scrunching, bunching gravel, underfoot, path rising up to meet my boots.
Murmuring stream, murmuring voices, comfortable walking friends,
Sparkling, flashing, brown reservoir water on our right
Towering, encircling mountains, beckon us on.
Rising, turning, rising still more the path...
Rolling strolling, slowly game reserve speed
Cracking, crunching, turning onto parking gravel.
Swinging legs and levering body from the car,
Clicking, unlocking swing the boot open, rucksack in hand
Scrunching, bunching gravel, underfoot, path rising up to meet my boots.
Murmuring stream, murmuring voices, comfortable walking friends,
Sparkling, flashing, brown reservoir water on our right
Towering, encircling mountains, beckon us on.
Rising, turning, rising still more the path...
843 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 7:20pm
26th Dec 2015 7:20pm
Lazy Sunday Loving
Sunlight stippley carpet
Lacy ripply shadows
Wind lazily driven
Morning hazy sun
Breathing coffee tasting,
Chocolate darkly feeling
Still frenzy recedes
Into memory drying
Sweat coolly slides
Limbs shaky tangled
Gentle drowsy loving.
Lacy ripply shadows
Wind lazily driven
Morning hazy sun
Breathing coffee tasting,
Chocolate darkly feeling
Still frenzy recedes
Into memory drying
Sweat coolly slides
Limbs shaky tangled
Gentle drowsy loving.
754 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 7:16pm
26th Dec 2015 7:16pm
Fire
The light in the east, is pink like a maidens cheek
At the first whisper of a lovers seductive verses
The earth stirs, gently, sighing like a waking
Child, still milk drowsy, wind briskly stroking
The golden, tinder dry grass with soft caresses
Across a land no longer in its full summer sleek
And then, and then it rises, roaring, vivid, white light
With a great terrifying crackle of crumpling plastic
The world shouts red heat. Hot smoke plumes
Leap, carry upwards burning, blue grey fumes
Staining the earth black and the air grey. Frantic...
At the first whisper of a lovers seductive verses
The earth stirs, gently, sighing like a waking
Child, still milk drowsy, wind briskly stroking
The golden, tinder dry grass with soft caresses
Across a land no longer in its full summer sleek
And then, and then it rises, roaring, vivid, white light
With a great terrifying crackle of crumpling plastic
The world shouts red heat. Hot smoke plumes
Leap, carry upwards burning, blue grey fumes
Staining the earth black and the air grey. Frantic...
561 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 9:08am
25th Dec 2015 9:08am
Karoo Storm
I sat on a hill and watched in searing heat,
A shadow, a fleck, a cotton bol, grey
Racing from natal water to deaths defeat.
In awe and wonder I watched it grow,
As it sailed majestically to is end.
And wished it would stay or even slow.
The wind, its herald, blows the dust around
I smell its sweet, green, cool breath,
And felt the joy of all things growing.
Its dying gift to all of creation.
PS: The Karoo is a semi-desert region in South Africa. Temperatures can easily reach 45 degrees centigrade (113 F) in summer. Rain is scarce and so...
A shadow, a fleck, a cotton bol, grey
Racing from natal water to deaths defeat.
In awe and wonder I watched it grow,
As it sailed majestically to is end.
And wished it would stay or even slow.
The wind, its herald, blows the dust around
I smell its sweet, green, cool breath,
And felt the joy of all things growing.
Its dying gift to all of creation.
PS: The Karoo is a semi-desert region in South Africa. Temperatures can easily reach 45 degrees centigrade (113 F) in summer. Rain is scarce and so...
690 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 7:57am
25th Dec 2015 7:57am
Old Dog
As I lie dying in the yard,
Sun beating down as it always has,
I dream of playing in the fields,
Laughing, running, jumping, joying,
Now it is all gone,
The meager cover that hides,
My final moments is richer
Than I have slept on in all my life,
Am I better that I die in such a way,
Or live on in blindness and fear,
Of an unknown future.
Enough, the future is now.
Sun beating down as it always has,
I dream of playing in the fields,
Laughing, running, jumping, joying,
Now it is all gone,
The meager cover that hides,
My final moments is richer
Than I have slept on in all my life,
Am I better that I die in such a way,
Or live on in blindness and fear,
Of an unknown future.
Enough, the future is now.
877 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2015 7:45pm
24th Dec 2015 7:45pm
Listening
We lay, cuddled, spooned, drifting to sleep.
The world was far and far from our warm clinch.
And then, and then, from close next door a voice
An "Oh!" and "Ah" and most clearly "Oh!" again
"Loud Sex?" she asked, "Oh yes," I agreed softly.
"Ah, God," the voice "Don't stop" it said, louder,
I could not help, my hand did stray, downwards.
"Oh, Stop! Not now. I am listening to them."
I could not stop, the next door voice encouraged
Me and she did not stop my sly hands movement,...
The world was far and far from our warm clinch.
And then, and then, from close next door a voice
An "Oh!" and "Ah" and most clearly "Oh!" again
"Loud Sex?" she asked, "Oh yes," I agreed softly.
"Ah, God," the voice "Don't stop" it said, louder,
I could not help, my hand did stray, downwards.
"Oh, Stop! Not now. I am listening to them."
I could not stop, the next door voice encouraged
Me and she did not stop my sly hands movement,...
835 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 12:18pm
22nd Dec 2015 12:18pm
Seduction
I left my jersey at your place. I want it back.
So come fetch it. Where did you leave it?
On the couch that you screwed that slut.
Tomorrow good for you? Possibly at seven?
You absolute bastard, you don’t care.
Please don’t be late, I have to go out later
I suppose a nice comfy date with her?
No. Just please do not be late as always.
I am here. Let me in. I’ve rung twice
You are late. I asked you nicely.
Ag, I am only twenty minutes late
Doesn't matter, my appointment cancelled.
Probably found out you were a bastard.
So it was you who...
So come fetch it. Where did you leave it?
On the couch that you screwed that slut.
Tomorrow good for you? Possibly at seven?
You absolute bastard, you don’t care.
Please don’t be late, I have to go out later
I suppose a nice comfy date with her?
No. Just please do not be late as always.
I am here. Let me in. I’ve rung twice
You are late. I asked you nicely.
Ag, I am only twenty minutes late
Doesn't matter, my appointment cancelled.
Probably found out you were a bastard.
So it was you who...
755 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 9:46am
22nd Dec 2015 9:46am
Taste
your touch enclaves me.
I hunger for your body
I need to taste you.
spread wide for me
and admit me to heaven
I hunger for your body
I need to taste you.
spread wide for me
and admit me to heaven
1287 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2015 2:37pm
21st Dec 2015 2:37pm
Thin Walls
I see you every day
But you don’t see me
And I hear you
Every night
Through these thin walls
I hear you murmur
Words of love
I hear you sigh, and moan
The rhythm of your loving
Torments me with images
Of you, locked in his
Arms, your legs around
His hips. And then you
Cry out in climax
You do not love me now
You said you did.
You laughed and sighed
And cried out with me
And held me in your arms
Murmured words of love
Now you do the same with
Someone else leaving
Me to cry out in
Loneliness.
But you don’t see me
And I hear you
Every night
Through these thin walls
I hear you murmur
Words of love
I hear you sigh, and moan
The rhythm of your loving
Torments me with images
Of you, locked in his
Arms, your legs around
His hips. And then you
Cry out in climax
You do not love me now
You said you did.
You laughed and sighed
And cried out with me
And held me in your arms
Murmured words of love
Now you do the same with
Someone else leaving
Me to cry out in
Loneliness.
642 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by ThePiper
