Submissions by Zombie_B (Rotting Rhymes)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Lost Love's Lament
In moments dark and still of night,
I ponder love's flight, once pure and bright.
The dreams we had, the plans we made,
Now lost in shadows, a bitter trade.
We laughed and held each other tight,
Promising forever, with all our might.
But time slipped by, and we lost our way,
Now left with memories, in disarray.
The moment missed, a chance so rare,
Slipped through our grasp, without a care.
Regret and sorrow, heavy in the air,
Heartbreak's weight, too much to bear.
The time when it went all wrong,
Our once sweet...
I ponder love's flight, once pure and bright.
The dreams we had, the plans we made,
Now lost in shadows, a bitter trade.
We laughed and held each other tight,
Promising forever, with all our might.
But time slipped by, and we lost our way,
Now left with memories, in disarray.
The moment missed, a chance so rare,
Slipped through our grasp, without a care.
Regret and sorrow, heavy in the air,
Heartbreak's weight, too much to bear.
The time when it went all wrong,
Our once sweet...
#FallingInLove
#FeelingLost
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Ode to the Softness of Her Breasts
The softness of her breasts, a treasure,
A pair of hills that grace her form divine,
Their gentle curves bring peace beyond all measure,
A beauty that could make a man repine.
How fair and pure they are, like virgin snow,
With each touch, a symphony of delight,
A sanctuary where a man might go,
To find solace from the world's bitter plight.
The heavens envy such a wondrous sight,
And nature's creatures pause in hushed delight,
To witness this most exquisite of forms,
And bask in its warm, heavenly light.
The...
A pair of hills that grace her form divine,
Their gentle curves bring peace beyond all measure,
A beauty that could make a man repine.
How fair and pure they are, like virgin snow,
With each touch, a symphony of delight,
A sanctuary where a man might go,
To find solace from the world's bitter plight.
The heavens envy such a wondrous sight,
And nature's creatures pause in hushed delight,
To witness this most exquisite of forms,
And bask in its warm, heavenly light.
The...
#erotic
#sonnet
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
362 reads
2 Comments
The Sweet Addiction
The taste of her lips, oh how it lingers,
A sweet addiction, a temptation that lingers,
A mix of passion and tenderness,
A taste that leaves me breathless.
The taste of her lips, so soft and warm,
A sensation that takes me to a different form,
A blend of sugar and spice,
A flavor that makes my heart entice.
With each kiss, the taste intensifies,
A feeling that I just can't disguise,
A hint of desire, a dash of fire,
A taste that leaves me lost in desire.
The taste of her lips, it's like a drug,
I can't get...
A sweet addiction, a temptation that lingers,
A mix of passion and tenderness,
A taste that leaves me breathless.
The taste of her lips, so soft and warm,
A sensation that takes me to a different form,
A blend of sugar and spice,
A flavor that makes my heart entice.
With each kiss, the taste intensifies,
A feeling that I just can't disguise,
A hint of desire, a dash of fire,
A taste that leaves me lost in desire.
The taste of her lips, it's like a drug,
I can't get...
#love
#erotic
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
397 reads
3 Comments
The Devil's Fawning
As the night falls and shadows stretch
A darkness creeps that none can catch
The sound of footsteps in the dark
Whispers in the wind, an eerie mark
From the depths of hell a voice doth call
A siren song to enthrall
The souls of those who dare to stray
From the light of day into the fray
The air grows thick with the scent of fear
As a figure looms, its features unclear
With eyes that glow like embers bright
It beckons you to join the fight
A dance of death, a macabre scene
As shadows twist and weave between ...
A darkness creeps that none can catch
The sound of footsteps in the dark
Whispers in the wind, an eerie mark
From the depths of hell a voice doth call
A siren song to enthrall
The souls of those who dare to stray
From the light of day into the fray
The air grows thick with the scent of fear
As a figure looms, its features unclear
With eyes that glow like embers bright
It beckons you to join the fight
A dance of death, a macabre scene
As shadows twist and weave between ...
#regret
#grief
#dark #death
#dark #death
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Through The Old Oak Tree
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where...
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where...
740 reads
2 Comments
She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..
She is he,
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.
You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.
He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned
Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.
Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.
Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.
His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.
Now alone again,
he...
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.
You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.
He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned
Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.
Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.
Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.
His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.
Now alone again,
he...
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Poetry Or Pornography
Poetry is a face,
covered in silk that orbit's the moon.
And that tree's grow in crack's with huge root's.
Peep shows,
where just for a dollar she shows
what he came to see.
What is it about that one special movie,
where it's packed full of people that came to see
two women kiss.
But it's only half full to one specific sex,
that came out after dark to see broke back mountain?
What is a bush without leaves,
or a tree so tall that if she made it to the top.
She would fall.
There are lonely woman,
who can wear...
covered in silk that orbit's the moon.
And that tree's grow in crack's with huge root's.
Peep shows,
where just for a dollar she shows
what he came to see.
What is it about that one special movie,
where it's packed full of people that came to see
two women kiss.
But it's only half full to one specific sex,
that came out after dark to see broke back mountain?
What is a bush without leaves,
or a tree so tall that if she made it to the top.
She would fall.
There are lonely woman,
who can wear...
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2 Comments
.......................Thus Is Why My World Must Be
Hollow hand led shallow world your
grave you dug for me.
To keep in sleep.
When deep within your hole I live,
and breath.
Then die again once more each day, I
am.
Must I see, the tearing yes, give in to
pain,
that bore the best, too him, I am your
grave,
lest I forget your life within my sun, it's
blinded eye.
You must be his lifer and you her
padded cell.
I see denial in us all, each living death
can't sell.
If I see enough and how you made me
feel,
each then and now your past you
make again.
Now I can not...
grave you dug for me.
To keep in sleep.
When deep within your hole I live,
and breath.
Then die again once more each day, I
am.
Must I see, the tearing yes, give in to
pain,
that bore the best, too him, I am your
grave,
lest I forget your life within my sun, it's
blinded eye.
You must be his lifer and you her
padded cell.
I see denial in us all, each living death
can't sell.
If I see enough and how you made me
feel,
each then and now your past you
make again.
Now I can not...
833 reads
3 Comments
The Politics Of Fear In America
750 reads
2 Comments
Sex Under A Vacant House
819 reads
1 Comment
A Soldier's Prayer
This night is dark,
yours, my day grows colder, still.
O' god the little spark you lent to me,
my courage
by your grace it ebbs from me'.
Today this day is long, my soul
belongs to thee.
Red, to no one else, stay with me
God.
Here when I am naught but weak.
You made me stronger still.
Stilled when I, again until it dies.
He answered heard
Patience, I am coming near.
Do you hear the marching of their
feet?
So many trapped in thought, will you
grow meek?
Inside out the great divide none but I,
may hide.
The many...
yours, my day grows colder, still.
O' god the little spark you lent to me,
my courage
by your grace it ebbs from me'.
Today this day is long, my soul
belongs to thee.
Red, to no one else, stay with me
God.
Here when I am naught but weak.
You made me stronger still.
Stilled when I, again until it dies.
He answered heard
Patience, I am coming near.
Do you hear the marching of their
feet?
So many trapped in thought, will you
grow meek?
Inside out the great divide none but I,
may hide.
The many...
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1 Comment
...............My Enigma
You ask me what am I thinking when I
look inside you
and you see me looking through you,
as if I thought.
And how in the beginning, it was a
point of issue in
that you thought, you had received
not my undivided
attention and as I tried to, and I did and
you understand.
So briefly, in explanation as no enigma
can, with you do I.
Know too that no two enigmas are
alike and as such
they are going to understand this and
it helps you to
grow together, while spiraling apart to
meet the end.
For the contrivance of complication is...
look inside you
and you see me looking through you,
as if I thought.
And how in the beginning, it was a
point of issue in
that you thought, you had received
not my undivided
attention and as I tried to, and I did and
you understand.
So briefly, in explanation as no enigma
can, with you do I.
Know too that no two enigmas are
alike and as such
they are going to understand this and
it helps you to
grow together, while spiraling apart to
meet the end.
For the contrivance of complication is...
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