Submissions by The_boy_on_The_Hil
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like writing but I'm not exactly "good" at it. That's okay though. English is really subjective since things that sound good can sometimes be considered more significant than things with deeper meaning. So I am a poet
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 4:54am
16th Dec 2013 4:54am
Ode to Femininity
Eyes ablaze with tiger fire
rest coolly in skin's soft porcelain silk
Hair cascades in long lush billows
and gently caresses pillows of milk
Cheekbones, Collarbones, Hipbones
Such Sharp features savagely slash my heart
Shoulders, Elbows, Knees
All so blunt and brutal beat me apart
The nose points high
The chin's to the sky
I get lost in rolling curves
As feat pass by
resting near the thigh
under the sacral grove a flower stirs
A secret flower with velvet petals
It grows peacefully...
rest coolly in skin's soft porcelain silk
Hair cascades in long lush billows
and gently caresses pillows of milk
Cheekbones, Collarbones, Hipbones
Such Sharp features savagely slash my heart
Shoulders, Elbows, Knees
All so blunt and brutal beat me apart
The nose points high
The chin's to the sky
I get lost in rolling curves
As feat pass by
resting near the thigh
under the sacral grove a flower stirs
A secret flower with velvet petals
It grows peacefully...
733 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 5:52am
5th Dec 2013 5:52am
A French style poem for a Fool of France
Let them eat cake,
if they have no bread.
For heaven's sake,
eat cake instead!
If they have no bread
to eat with their butter,
eat cake instead.
Then nothings the matter.
To eat with their butter,
they can have lobster.
Then nothings the matter!
What's that big mob for?
They can have lobster,
a lamb chop overhead.
What's that big mob for?
They break in still unfed
all and chop off her head.
Hungry for blood,
they break in still unfed.
Scouring France in a flood.
Hungry...
if they have no bread.
For heaven's sake,
eat cake instead!
If they have no bread
to eat with their butter,
eat cake instead.
Then nothings the matter.
To eat with their butter,
they can have lobster.
Then nothings the matter!
What's that big mob for?
They can have lobster,
a lamb chop overhead.
What's that big mob for?
They break in still unfed
all and chop off her head.
Hungry for blood,
they break in still unfed.
Scouring France in a flood.
Hungry...
560 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2013 9:40am
4th Dec 2013 9:40am
The Splitting Crime
Our pulses rush
as I look at him
He pets my bush
along the eye's rim
As I look at him
I see unease
along the eyes' rim
Don't worry, please!
I see unease
even in myself
Don't worry, please
Think of something else
Even in myself
lies the dark sorrow
Think of something else
*not the dark 'morrow
Lies! The deep sorrow
He wasn't the one! He left
*not the dark marrow
The murder he hadn't done
He wasn't the one. He left
the night of the 7th. For
the murder he hadn't...
as I look at him
He pets my bush
along the eye's rim
As I look at him
I see unease
along the eyes' rim
Don't worry, please!
I see unease
even in myself
Don't worry, please
Think of something else
Even in myself
lies the dark sorrow
Think of something else
*not the dark 'morrow
Lies! The deep sorrow
He wasn't the one! He left
*not the dark marrow
The murder he hadn't done
He wasn't the one. He left
the night of the 7th. For
the murder he hadn't...
615 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th May 2013 8:20am
18th May 2013 8:20am
Escalating Pantoum
You look sublime.
Your hand in mine
Squeezing gently like a lime
Fingertips exhilarating
Your hand in mine
Slides up my arm
Fingertips exhilarating
As you caress my cheek
Slides down my arm
Your keyhole is mine
As you caress my cheeks
I pump in time
Your keyhole is mine
Off go the shirts
I pump in time
The pants desert
Off go the shirts
Onto the floor
The pants desert
You beg for more
Onto the floor
I push you down
You beg for more
I continue to pound ...
Your hand in mine
Squeezing gently like a lime
Fingertips exhilarating
Your hand in mine
Slides up my arm
Fingertips exhilarating
As you caress my cheek
Slides down my arm
Your keyhole is mine
As you caress my cheeks
I pump in time
Your keyhole is mine
Off go the shirts
I pump in time
The pants desert
Off go the shirts
Onto the floor
The pants desert
You beg for more
Onto the floor
I push you down
You beg for more
I continue to pound ...
798 reads
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