Submissions by Velvet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2020 9:53am
19th Jan 2020 9:53am
Begone
Begone from this peaceful home
For time ticks by slowly here
Restless spirit not content
Until it confronts it’s fear
Launch into distant future
Don’t stop to admire the view
Keep racing towards the end
Death is all that’s left to do
No need to enjoy living
For living is for the weak
Instead create high drama
For attention that you seek
Paint your face to be grotesque
Dress yourself in midnight black
But be warned: If you give in
To Death, there’s no coming back.
...
For time ticks by slowly here
Restless spirit not content
Until it confronts it’s fear
Launch into distant future
Don’t stop to admire the view
Keep racing towards the end
Death is all that’s left to do
No need to enjoy living
For living is for the weak
Instead create high drama
For attention that you seek
Paint your face to be grotesque
Dress yourself in midnight black
But be warned: If you give in
To Death, there’s no coming back.
...
#bittersweet
475 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2019 9:48am
31st Oct 2019 9:48am
Candy
Hey Baby, Taste Me’, she’ll insist; Her flavour is hard to resist
She lures children to your door; This Halloween, to beg for more
She’ll wrap them up in chubby thighs; Launch them into sticky sweet highs
The’ll go nuts for several days; That’s how the game’s played for this craze
If you’ve given Candy the ditch; Go stock up, else be called a ‘witch’
She lures children to your door; This Halloween, to beg for more
She’ll wrap them up in chubby thighs; Launch them into sticky sweet highs
The’ll go nuts for several days; That’s how the game’s played for this craze
If you’ve given Candy the ditch; Go stock up, else be called a ‘witch’
#scary
618 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2019 4:55pm
9th Oct 2019 4:55pm
Dance Off
Dance off baby
This is how it goes down
Don’t back-chat me
Only one takes the crown
No cat calling
Cause I own this damn town
Don’t you
Waggle
That tail at me...
Don’t come too close
Baby, circling me ‘round
Talk a big game
Put them toes to the ground
Just do it right
Don’t wanna hear a sound
Dance off
Get on
Reach Carefree :)
...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9LAzNMn8Ow
This is how it goes down
Don’t back-chat me
Only one takes the crown
No cat calling
Cause I own this damn town
Don’t you
Waggle
That tail at me...
Don’t come too close
Baby, circling me ‘round
Talk a big game
Put them toes to the ground
Just do it right
Don’t wanna hear a sound
Dance off
Get on
Reach Carefree :)
...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9LAzNMn8Ow
#TruthOfLife
#dance
#passion
649 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Oct 2019 10:03am
8th Oct 2019 10:03am
Panties
#erotic
#sexy
#passion
1167 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2019 3:32pm
5th Oct 2019 3:32pm
Escaping Hell
Hell
You’re an infernal cesspit of fire
Smeared with
Demonic hissy fits
I’ve no choice but to escape from you; For there’s much more to life than this
I’ll put on my shoes then run far away; Failing that, jump in a boat and row
Else scramble over scorching rocks; Or pedal a bike; How far I’d go
I’ll dive into the ocean, swimming in between the schools of friendly fish
My escape is almost near complete; At last, I’ve been granted my wish!
...
You’re an infernal cesspit of fire
Smeared with
Demonic hissy fits
I’ve no choice but to escape from you; For there’s much more to life than this
I’ll put on my shoes then run far away; Failing that, jump in a boat and row
Else scramble over scorching rocks; Or pedal a bike; How far I’d go
I’ll dive into the ocean, swimming in between the schools of friendly fish
My escape is almost near complete; At last, I’ve been granted my wish!
...
#breakup
#MovingOn
#escape
409 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2019 1:02pm
13th Sep 2019 1:02pm
Subversive (in Collaboration with the Amazingly Talented Blondebait)
Subversive satire seeking expert censorship:
Me: Hilariously ribald caricature with an unrivalled ability to titillate your fancy. 70% Irony (mostly just sarcasm), 35% Genuine kink, and yes I am impossibly indecorous.
You: Intellectually challenged man-child with a Masters in Sociology, public sector career and a penchant for indignation. Must have a sixth sense of smut, own set of constraints, attention to vigilance and previous acquaintance with Japanese Shibari. I have done this before.
DM: undertheinfluence@yahoo.com
Me: Hilariously ribald caricature with an unrivalled ability to titillate your fancy. 70% Irony (mostly just sarcasm), 35% Genuine kink, and yes I am impossibly indecorous.
You: Intellectually challenged man-child with a Masters in Sociology, public sector career and a penchant for indignation. Must have a sixth sense of smut, own set of constraints, attention to vigilance and previous acquaintance with Japanese Shibari. I have done this before.
DM: undertheinfluence@yahoo.com
#funny
#sexy
595 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2019 1:43pm
3rd Sep 2019 1:43pm
f**kstration
#BestFriend
#sex
#dirty
1049 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2019 4:16am
6th Aug 2019 4:16am
Hypersanity
Normal people, narrow worldview
Mired in dark, grim, subjective stew
Self-deception, anxiety, stress
Lacking in range and scope; No finesse
Hostile to those outside the norm
B&D until you conform
Imposing their false morality
Behind facades of sanity
Who is in authority and why?
Western leaders mislead and lie
Revering nationalism
Populist materialism
Yet higher consciousness exists
Beyond logic of such limits
Living outside of the mainstream
To full potential; Greatest dream ...
Mired in dark, grim, subjective stew
Self-deception, anxiety, stress
Lacking in range and scope; No finesse
Hostile to those outside the norm
B&D until you conform
Imposing their false morality
Behind facades of sanity
Who is in authority and why?
Western leaders mislead and lie
Revering nationalism
Populist materialism
Yet higher consciousness exists
Beyond logic of such limits
Living outside of the mainstream
To full potential; Greatest dream ...
#BDSM
629 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2019 4:45pm
31st Jul 2019 4:45pm
Seahorse in the Ocean of the Mind
I am the hippocampus
I want to grow and forget the past
I can hear the sound of gasps
I know the details aren’t permanent
I see myself, learn determinants
I can think of things for days
I encourage you in new ways
I dream about this life
I get you out of strife
I’m flexible, I reduce sorrow
I can prepare you for tomorrow
I search for new ideas to find
I create the engrams of your mind
I want to help extract the gist
I’ve changed, so what’s been missed?
I cry about loss ...
I want to grow and forget the past
I can hear the sound of gasps
I know the details aren’t permanent
I see myself, learn determinants
I can think of things for days
I encourage you in new ways
I dream about this life
I get you out of strife
I’m flexible, I reduce sorrow
I can prepare you for tomorrow
I search for new ideas to find
I create the engrams of your mind
I want to help extract the gist
I’ve changed, so what’s been missed?
I cry about loss ...
#love
#rebirth
#redemption
504 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2019 11:07am
30th Jul 2019 11:07am
Winged Angels
My good cricket, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you vibrate, rub and trill,
Invading my mind throughout the day and night,
With memories of a most pleasing thrill.
Shall I compare you to a cloudless sky?
You are more melodic and more genial
As drought dries the great picnics of July,
And winter’s labours become menial.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your leathery sheathed forewings.
Thinking of well-tuned forewings fills my days.
With thoughts wherein only happiness sings.
Now...
I love the way you vibrate, rub and trill,
Invading my mind throughout the day and night,
With memories of a most pleasing thrill.
Shall I compare you to a cloudless sky?
You are more melodic and more genial
As drought dries the great picnics of July,
And winter’s labours become menial.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your leathery sheathed forewings.
Thinking of well-tuned forewings fills my days.
With thoughts wherein only happiness sings.
Now...
#peace
422 reads
2 Comments
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