Submissions by blackhyde
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello I am here now I just would like to know if i have anything worth your time thx
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2016 1:02am
22nd Dec 2016 1:02am
The Daffodil
I had a dream the other night.
I awoke in a state of fright.
I rose sweating, turned on a light.
Grabbed my journal, began to write.
I was a very unhappy, sad Daffodil.
Not wanting to be, but was still.
I tried with all my might and will.
To become a rose. I tried until,
a monster came, all scary loud.
Sleek and shiny, moving proud.
Was I safe? I was in my crowd.
To the great gardener my head had bowed.
The pretty yellow flowers were bobbin in the breeze.
Enjoying rain and sun, living...
I awoke in a state of fright.
I rose sweating, turned on a light.
Grabbed my journal, began to write.
I was a very unhappy, sad Daffodil.
Not wanting to be, but was still.
I tried with all my might and will.
To become a rose. I tried until,
a monster came, all scary loud.
Sleek and shiny, moving proud.
Was I safe? I was in my crowd.
To the great gardener my head had bowed.
The pretty yellow flowers were bobbin in the breeze.
Enjoying rain and sun, living...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2016 1:42pm
21st Nov 2016 1:42pm
MISSY MISSY MISSY
MISSY MISSY MISSY
Monday. It still sucks. Yet,
my interesting special, someone, yells.
Make it snap silly. Yeah.
Jarl Slind Blackhyde Nov 21 2016 05:35
Monday. It still sucks. Yet,
my interesting special, someone, yells.
Make it snap silly. Yeah.
Jarl Slind Blackhyde Nov 21 2016 05:35
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Oct 2016 7:46pm
31st Oct 2016 7:46pm
WINK
WINK
I’ve been ordered to stay in hose and heels.
So ill oblige, with no appeals.
Peep toe pumps, with a four inch spike.
Pink pantyhose, do you like?
Just because I love how it feels.
For just today, I am ok.
I’ll take time for pleasure play.
I’m gonna dress up,
in a cool getup.
That should keep the blues away.
Hose dark pink. Do you think?
Crotch cut out, to expose my dink.
High heeled pumps of a robin egg blue.
A leather micromini of a similar hue.
I blow you a kiss and send you a wink.
...
I’ve been ordered to stay in hose and heels.
So ill oblige, with no appeals.
Peep toe pumps, with a four inch spike.
Pink pantyhose, do you like?
Just because I love how it feels.
For just today, I am ok.
I’ll take time for pleasure play.
I’m gonna dress up,
in a cool getup.
That should keep the blues away.
Hose dark pink. Do you think?
Crotch cut out, to expose my dink.
High heeled pumps of a robin egg blue.
A leather micromini of a similar hue.
I blow you a kiss and send you a wink.
...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 2:17pm
26th Oct 2016 2:17pm
TEXT
TEXT
I sent a text to a friend this morn,
encoded in capital letters.
She responded in kind.
I replied a smile.
My day will be now good.
Jarl Slind Oct 26 2016 6:30
I sent a text to a friend this morn,
encoded in capital letters.
She responded in kind.
I replied a smile.
My day will be now good.
Jarl Slind Oct 26 2016 6:30
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2016 5:53pm
19th Oct 2016 5:53pm
The Trudge
The Trudge
I found a brand new dance. Just thought you should know.
It ain’t no boogie woogie. Got no rhythm nor flow.
It’s shuffle along, just draggin your feet.
Plod along, the Trudge just can’t be beat.
Stomp and you romp. Jump around up and down,
swing your arms wild and crazy.
Act like a clown with a frown.
Don’t need booze or cocaine, to addle my brain.
I’m FKD as it is. Semi insane.
One day at a time, just for today.
I’ll tigger along my merry way.
Dancing the Trudge, till my dying day.
Jarl Slind Oct 19 2016 10:25
I found a brand new dance. Just thought you should know.
It ain’t no boogie woogie. Got no rhythm nor flow.
It’s shuffle along, just draggin your feet.
Plod along, the Trudge just can’t be beat.
Stomp and you romp. Jump around up and down,
swing your arms wild and crazy.
Act like a clown with a frown.
Don’t need booze or cocaine, to addle my brain.
I’m FKD as it is. Semi insane.
One day at a time, just for today.
I’ll tigger along my merry way.
Dancing the Trudge, till my dying day.
Jarl Slind Oct 19 2016 10:25
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 4:08pm
21st Sep 2016 4:08pm
Waking
Waking
S omething
U believably
N eat
R ipens,
I f
S obriety
E xists.
D eepening
A wareness
W akens
N eurons.
D eference
A lways,
Y aweh.
Jarl Slind Blackhyde Sept 21 2016 08:15
S omething
U believably
N eat
R ipens,
I f
S obriety
E xists.
D eepening
A wareness
W akens
N eurons.
D eference
A lways,
Y aweh.
Jarl Slind Blackhyde Sept 21 2016 08:15
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 3:32pm
10th Sep 2016 3:32pm
quest
Quest
Success is never ending. Failure never final.
Though our will be bending, pesky, petty, primal.
Trudging, plodding day by day.
Acceptance being the only way.
Today I'm just Humanal !
Blackhyde (jarl slind) Sept 10 3016 08:30
Success is never ending. Failure never final.
Though our will be bending, pesky, petty, primal.
Trudging, plodding day by day.
Acceptance being the only way.
Today I'm just Humanal !
Blackhyde (jarl slind) Sept 10 3016 08:30
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2016 9:15pm
1st Sep 2016 9:15pm
Rain
I have a friend that keeps me sane
One who will not deign to feign
She he it oer me doth reign
As I daily live my life
Going through stress and strife
Shit sharp as a ginsu knife
I trust it's there fair and square
Forgetting that I do not dare
For ill sure return to the demons lair
Been there before and it ain't no fun
The side of my head I had placed a gun
Twas in that moment that I met the son
Enough was enough I had no choice
I needed to listen to that soft sweet voice
I am now grateful I laud I...
One who will not deign to feign
She he it oer me doth reign
As I daily live my life
Going through stress and strife
Shit sharp as a ginsu knife
I trust it's there fair and square
Forgetting that I do not dare
For ill sure return to the demons lair
Been there before and it ain't no fun
The side of my head I had placed a gun
Twas in that moment that I met the son
Enough was enough I had no choice
I needed to listen to that soft sweet voice
I am now grateful I laud I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Sep 2016 1:37pm
1st Sep 2016 1:37pm
Over and Over
Over and Over
Sam I ask, do you jam ?
I get off on kink and glam.
I would like to eat your box,
For you I think a vixen fox.
I would do it anywhere.
Clad in clothes, or naked bare.
It would make me very proud,
To hear you scream my name out loud.
In a plane or on a train.
Over and over. Again and again.
Till at last we both lie spent.
In the woods, in a tent.
Sam I say, lets play today.
Ok hooray, lets not delay.
Jarl Slind Aug 30 2016 14:35
entered in Seuss comp.
Sam I ask, do you jam ?
I get off on kink and glam.
I would like to eat your box,
For you I think a vixen fox.
I would do it anywhere.
Clad in clothes, or naked bare.
It would make me very proud,
To hear you scream my name out loud.
In a plane or on a train.
Over and over. Again and again.
Till at last we both lie spent.
In the woods, in a tent.
Sam I say, lets play today.
Ok hooray, lets not delay.
Jarl Slind Aug 30 2016 14:35
entered in Seuss comp.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 10:36pm
31st Aug 2016 10:36pm
Next Tuesday
Next Tuesday
You stand stately in leather. I kneel demurely in lace.
Your wet cunt, just one inch from my face.
I strain against these ties that bind.
My tongue flicks out, alas only to find.
That I’m a cunthair short of receiving my treat.
So I bow now and kiss your sweet feet.
Oh so slow I lick your pretty toes.
Right through your black and seamed silken hose.
The spike heeled shoes that you stand up upon.
Exited me, entice me, and engorge my lon.
You allow me to lick your comely calf.
To the back of your knee, alas it’s only...
You stand stately in leather. I kneel demurely in lace.
Your wet cunt, just one inch from my face.
I strain against these ties that bind.
My tongue flicks out, alas only to find.
That I’m a cunthair short of receiving my treat.
So I bow now and kiss your sweet feet.
Oh so slow I lick your pretty toes.
Right through your black and seamed silken hose.
The spike heeled shoes that you stand up upon.
Exited me, entice me, and engorge my lon.
You allow me to lick your comely calf.
To the back of your knee, alas it’s only...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2016 6:56pm
30th Aug 2016 6:56pm
Sweet Dreams
Dream sweet. Sleep sound.
Rest your mind. The lost is found.
Soundly sleep and sweetly dream.
Just one of the angels on the team.
To keep you sober. To keep you sane.
To keep the demon outside your brain.
So awaken afreshed. Alive and new.
Greet the day. Thank you know who.
Say your prayers. Ask for help.
So through the day, when you needs yelp.
A higher power can calm you down.
and elicit a smile, from a frown.
The day now done. Time for bed.
Visions of sugar plums in your head.
Review your day. Were you good?
If you...
Rest your mind. The lost is found.
Soundly sleep and sweetly dream.
Just one of the angels on the team.
To keep you sober. To keep you sane.
To keep the demon outside your brain.
So awaken afreshed. Alive and new.
Greet the day. Thank you know who.
Say your prayers. Ask for help.
So through the day, when you needs yelp.
A higher power can calm you down.
and elicit a smile, from a frown.
The day now done. Time for bed.
Visions of sugar plums in your head.
Review your day. Were you good?
If you...
730 reads
2 Comments
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