Submissions by maggie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2022 10:59pm
14th Aug 2022 10:59pm
Power Of Love
Patch up the wounded world
It is bleeding from its heart
Feel the untreated sadness
That's spread round the globe
Like a contagious illness
A Pandemic of hate and sorrow
Ravaged the "human race"
The world needs Love
The only emotion
Like a wet and dry dressing
Over a wounded flesh
Let's heal the world
By the Power of Love!
By: Margareth Debrosse
It is bleeding from its heart
Feel the untreated sadness
That's spread round the globe
Like a contagious illness
A Pandemic of hate and sorrow
Ravaged the "human race"
The world needs Love
The only emotion
Like a wet and dry dressing
Over a wounded flesh
Let's heal the world
By the Power of Love!
By: Margareth Debrosse
#love
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd May 2017 1:04am
3rd May 2017 1:04am
Almond Sack
She's the sweetest
So fluffy and plump
She's adorable and
Loveable, she'll chew
The meat in slow motion
And make you swoon.
The niche filled with honey
Sticky and sweet. Tight and
Feels like a terry cloth; she'll
Slide down and up, slide down
And up, slide down and up the
Cucumber while fondling the ....
Almond sack. She's the sweetest
Cat, so fluffy and plump.
By: Margareth Debrosse
So fluffy and plump
She's adorable and
Loveable, she'll chew
The meat in slow motion
And make you swoon.
The niche filled with honey
Sticky and sweet. Tight and
Feels like a terry cloth; she'll
Slide down and up, slide down
And up, slide down and up the
Cucumber while fondling the ....
Almond sack. She's the sweetest
Cat, so fluffy and plump.
By: Margareth Debrosse
655 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Apr 2017 8:57am
26th Apr 2017 8:57am
A Look At Her
He looks at her
Already the sun rises
Her body sends impulses
Into his veins, The heat is on
His heart palpitates.
Her perky breasts stare him
Straight in the eyes. He stands
Erect as an obelisk.... He sees her
Buttocks, the perfect drum, firm
And bouncy.
He wants to make it cry, a spanking
Game. She turns around and he sees
The landscape, a beautiful view; shape
Like an inverted triangle. His seeds contract
And the bamboo grows thick and long.
He...
Already the sun rises
Her body sends impulses
Into his veins, The heat is on
His heart palpitates.
Her perky breasts stare him
Straight in the eyes. He stands
Erect as an obelisk.... He sees her
Buttocks, the perfect drum, firm
And bouncy.
He wants to make it cry, a spanking
Game. She turns around and he sees
The landscape, a beautiful view; shape
Like an inverted triangle. His seeds contract
And the bamboo grows thick and long.
He...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jan 2017 7:07am
16th Jan 2017 7:07am
Sadomasochism
Here she lays in bondage
Her hands and feet enchained
She is naked on a bare wooden divan
Under the mercy of lord Marquis-De-Sade.
She curled up in a fetal position
Blindfolded, subservient and obedient to the
Art of sadistic love. She is submissive and docile
And tractable as silver.
Her skin flushes under "hot wax," she screams
With ecstasy, she's humiliated and tortured by
Painful sensation. Here she lays in bondage
Her hands and feet enchained. Oh, this is the art
Of "sadomasochism!"
By:...
Her hands and feet enchained
She is naked on a bare wooden divan
Under the mercy of lord Marquis-De-Sade.
She curled up in a fetal position
Blindfolded, subservient and obedient to the
Art of sadistic love. She is submissive and docile
And tractable as silver.
Her skin flushes under "hot wax," she screams
With ecstasy, she's humiliated and tortured by
Painful sensation. Here she lays in bondage
Her hands and feet enchained. Oh, this is the art
Of "sadomasochism!"
By:...
1066 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2017 11:37pm
6th Jan 2017 11:37pm
Salt
Take a look around yourself.
The essence is diluted.
The well almost dry.
The mind wasting away... No
Thoughts, no reasons, and the salt
Is losing its savor.
Birds only sing sad songs.
Intellectuals are History, the ocean
No longer salted. Love and harmony
Turn into the greatest myth. Your role
Models making silly jokes. Oh! The salt
Is losing its savor.
By: Margareth Debrosse
The essence is diluted.
The well almost dry.
The mind wasting away... No
Thoughts, no reasons, and the salt
Is losing its savor.
Birds only sing sad songs.
Intellectuals are History, the ocean
No longer salted. Love and harmony
Turn into the greatest myth. Your role
Models making silly jokes. Oh! The salt
Is losing its savor.
By: Margareth Debrosse
546 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2017 8:43pm
2nd Jan 2017 8:43pm
From Heaven Above
It is a brand new year.
Ourselves anew... More
Like corn on the cobs and
Clusters of grapes.
We'll approach the human race
With compassion and embellish
Our communities with love and
Peace, the sun will smile and the
Moon wink.
Children will play beneath the rainbow.
A better view of the world. It is a brand
New year, confetti of love was dropped
To the earth, from Heaven above.
By: Margareth Debrosse
Ourselves anew... More
Like corn on the cobs and
Clusters of grapes.
We'll approach the human race
With compassion and embellish
Our communities with love and
Peace, the sun will smile and the
Moon wink.
Children will play beneath the rainbow.
A better view of the world. It is a brand
New year, confetti of love was dropped
To the earth, from Heaven above.
By: Margareth Debrosse
541 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2016 3:04am
25th Dec 2016 3:04am
I Decide
My gift to you on this special day,
A box filled with love.
The greatest gift, beneath the blue sky.
It is a priceless treasure from my heart...
Precious as rain on desert sand and sun
Over the roses. Keep it close to you, embrace
It 'cause it is sublime, no money in the world can
Buy Love; but, I decide to give it to you unconditionally.
"Merry Christmas!" To everyone.
By: Margareth Debrosse
A box filled with love.
The greatest gift, beneath the blue sky.
It is a priceless treasure from my heart...
Precious as rain on desert sand and sun
Over the roses. Keep it close to you, embrace
It 'cause it is sublime, no money in the world can
Buy Love; but, I decide to give it to you unconditionally.
"Merry Christmas!" To everyone.
By: Margareth Debrosse
533 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2016 5:16am
24th Dec 2016 5:16am
Physical Beauty
Physical beauty is like a mirage, it comes and goes.
It is like a runaway bride and a seasonal treat.
Physical beauty blooms in springtime and then withers
In autumn; it is ephemeral, sometimes it leaves too soon,
Like a deceitful lover and an insincere friend.... Yes, physical
Beauty sprouts as Callaloo and dies as a mushroom.
By: Margareth Debrosse
It is like a runaway bride and a seasonal treat.
Physical beauty blooms in springtime and then withers
In autumn; it is ephemeral, sometimes it leaves too soon,
Like a deceitful lover and an insincere friend.... Yes, physical
Beauty sprouts as Callaloo and dies as a mushroom.
By: Margareth Debrosse
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2016 2:24am
22nd Dec 2016 2:24am
Lost Soul
You are humanity's dark sky.
No lights found in your soul.
A wandering shadow on its way to the abyss.
You are a marble tombstone, so still and cold;
A walking cadaver, your heart lingers the materials
Of the world.
Kneel down and pray... The "Almighty," forgiveness
Given for your evil deeds. You are blinded by greed
And avarice; you such a cut throat, trying to conquer
Innocent hearts. A dark angel with no wings, condemned
To the infernal of your own heart. Go to hell, you lost soul!
By: Margareth Debrosse
No lights found in your soul.
A wandering shadow on its way to the abyss.
You are a marble tombstone, so still and cold;
A walking cadaver, your heart lingers the materials
Of the world.
Kneel down and pray... The "Almighty," forgiveness
Given for your evil deeds. You are blinded by greed
And avarice; you such a cut throat, trying to conquer
Innocent hearts. A dark angel with no wings, condemned
To the infernal of your own heart. Go to hell, you lost soul!
By: Margareth Debrosse
547 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2016 1:32am
19th Dec 2016 1:32am
The Empty Vessel
The rose withered inside the empty vase.
No water, no sun to keep it fresh.
So quiet in its empty vessel, ready to be
Thrown away into yesterday's rubbish... to
Be replaced, the marigold inside the fertilized soil.
By: Margareth Debrosse
No water, no sun to keep it fresh.
So quiet in its empty vessel, ready to be
Thrown away into yesterday's rubbish... to
Be replaced, the marigold inside the fertilized soil.
By: Margareth Debrosse
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2016 8:43pm
18th Dec 2016 8:43pm
The Thorn Bush
There in the thorn bush I see your face,
Like the glorious moon. So spectacular
Is your smile, your eyes sparkle as diamond.
Suddenly, you make the stars gleam. The sun
Awakes from its sleep, at your presence. Darling,
There in the thorn bush I see your face.
By: Margareth Debrosse
Like the glorious moon. So spectacular
Is your smile, your eyes sparkle as diamond.
Suddenly, you make the stars gleam. The sun
Awakes from its sleep, at your presence. Darling,
There in the thorn bush I see your face.
By: Margareth Debrosse
456 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2016 5:39am
11th Dec 2016 5:39am
The Barrel
Within the barrel the malt brew.
Steeping, boiling, and fermenting... to make
The ale that overflow and break the barrel.
The pieces scattered like a broken vase.
The water inside the coconut, so pure and refreshing
Like the rain, made by the power of the sun.
The green shrubs never wither; that is where the morning
Dew drops, the butterflies linger on the flowers. The source
Of everlasting love. Oh, within the barrel, the malt brew.
By: Margareth Debrosse
Steeping, boiling, and fermenting... to make
The ale that overflow and break the barrel.
The pieces scattered like a broken vase.
The water inside the coconut, so pure and refreshing
Like the rain, made by the power of the sun.
The green shrubs never wither; that is where the morning
Dew drops, the butterflies linger on the flowers. The source
Of everlasting love. Oh, within the barrel, the malt brew.
By: Margareth Debrosse
497 reads
2 Comments
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