Submissions by bklynpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 6:07pm
20th Aug 2012 6:07pm
What's for Dinner?
I remember telling my exhausted Mother
that she was lucky
She just didn’t know how easy she had it
Although she had to work all day
for little pay,
when she got home
it was over
I still had homework
She should have slapped both sets
of chubby cheeks until red
But instead
She smiled in the face of ignorance
Laid her soft hands on my hard head,
gave me a kiss and let out a sigh
“Go wash up, my Love. Dinner will be ready in five.”
that she was lucky
She just didn’t know how easy she had it
Although she had to work all day
for little pay,
when she got home
it was over
I still had homework
She should have slapped both sets
of chubby cheeks until red
But instead
She smiled in the face of ignorance
Laid her soft hands on my hard head,
gave me a kiss and let out a sigh
“Go wash up, my Love. Dinner will be ready in five.”
745 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 5:05pm
29th Apr 2012 5:05pm
I Am A Liar
I am a liar
I am a cheat
I am the enemy
Baby faced bandit
Pirating passion's seas
Navigating through treasures
The prince of all thieves
Hunter in the concrete jungle
Preying on femininity
I am the cause
I am the cure
Of heartache
Wolf cloaked in Trojans
The reason sex is never safe
I am your weakness
I am your strength
The one you love to hate
I am the question
I am the answer
The one you feel compelled to debate
Until I deflect your aggression
Like a skilled matador
Rejecting your...
I am a cheat
I am the enemy
Baby faced bandit
Pirating passion's seas
Navigating through treasures
The prince of all thieves
Hunter in the concrete jungle
Preying on femininity
I am the cause
I am the cure
Of heartache
Wolf cloaked in Trojans
The reason sex is never safe
I am your weakness
I am your strength
The one you love to hate
I am the question
I am the answer
The one you feel compelled to debate
Until I deflect your aggression
Like a skilled matador
Rejecting your...
746 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2011 2:39am
22nd Jul 2011 2:39am
Dildo
2 bodies uniting instead of fighting for control
2 bodies pleasing, squeezing, teasing,
fulfilling her dreams.
2 bodies caressing,
bringing out the best -n-
giving exactly what she needs.
2 lovers tenderly exploring familiar places
with ecstasy expressed on their faces
and laced in their moans
taking pleasure to new levels
that neither had previously known
2 desires tantalized
by like kisses and a lighter touch
instantly overpowering a bond
that took him months to develop
1 man ready to fuck but awestruck
by the...
2 bodies pleasing, squeezing, teasing,
fulfilling her dreams.
2 bodies caressing,
bringing out the best -n-
giving exactly what she needs.
2 lovers tenderly exploring familiar places
with ecstasy expressed on their faces
and laced in their moans
taking pleasure to new levels
that neither had previously known
2 desires tantalized
by like kisses and a lighter touch
instantly overpowering a bond
that took him months to develop
1 man ready to fuck but awestruck
by the...
1043 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2011 2:37am
22nd Jul 2011 2:37am
Spoken Word Killed The Poet
You used to write heart wrenching
Narratives on the complexities of life
Ego well grounded while you
Gave yourself and others the gift of flight
On hot summer days your gift
Served as a cool breeze
Allowing all to bask in the heavens
Bouncing on syllables
Before sliding down silky similes
But spoken word killed the poet
It’s no longer about the message
As it is about the rhyme
It’s not about creating a connection
As it is about that ovation after that killer line
It’s not about uplifting your fellow man
As it is about...
Narratives on the complexities of life
Ego well grounded while you
Gave yourself and others the gift of flight
On hot summer days your gift
Served as a cool breeze
Allowing all to bask in the heavens
Bouncing on syllables
Before sliding down silky similes
But spoken word killed the poet
It’s no longer about the message
As it is about the rhyme
It’s not about creating a connection
As it is about that ovation after that killer line
It’s not about uplifting your fellow man
As it is about...
984 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2011 1:40am
18th May 2011 1:40am
Death of Hope
Like a drunk
running with scissors
I'm liable to slice myself to bits
When in a funk
looking in the mirror
I figure it’s better coming from me
Honesty hurts less…
no quicker than false hope
In good times everybody gets close
Riding my vibe when I’m in the zone
They all want to get high with me
But I always get low alone
Injecting disdain in my veins
Feeling bitterness flow through me
I prepare for battle
Knowing I’m usually my own worst enemy
When looking at the world
through shit stained glasses...
running with scissors
I'm liable to slice myself to bits
When in a funk
looking in the mirror
I figure it’s better coming from me
Honesty hurts less…
no quicker than false hope
In good times everybody gets close
Riding my vibe when I’m in the zone
They all want to get high with me
But I always get low alone
Injecting disdain in my veins
Feeling bitterness flow through me
I prepare for battle
Knowing I’m usually my own worst enemy
When looking at the world
through shit stained glasses...
1011 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th May 2011 3:53am
14th May 2011 3:53am
Lovely Paradox
Your preaching
meant to cause hesitation
was interpreted as instigation
but it wasn't defiance that fueled me
It was the sweet taste of chocolate
and the almond joy of stolen cookies
I never heard what you said
but listened to the words you mouthed
Allowed the heat from our passion
to burn off obstructions
Clearing our vision
by blazing moralistic clouds
Got high off the smell
until we were above it all
Animal instincts took over
Begging for forgiveness on all fours
I can't explain my love's fury ...
meant to cause hesitation
was interpreted as instigation
but it wasn't defiance that fueled me
It was the sweet taste of chocolate
and the almond joy of stolen cookies
I never heard what you said
but listened to the words you mouthed
Allowed the heat from our passion
to burn off obstructions
Clearing our vision
by blazing moralistic clouds
Got high off the smell
until we were above it all
Animal instincts took over
Begging for forgiveness on all fours
I can't explain my love's fury ...
2502 reads
10 Comments
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