Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 9:41pm
2nd Oct 2015 9:41pm
The melody of Night
Written into the rhythm,
into the lyrics we became the music…
your imagination becomes aroused
with every word you read,
seducing your soul in ways
that no other will ever supersede.
I spend the night wandering
the plains of your dreams,
slow fucking your mind
where I go in so deep,
your consciousness cannot reach.
I want to become
the vise you use habitually,
remembering you and for you
to never forget me,
I want to feast on your emotions
and lick on the spine of your life line
until I make you moan...
into the lyrics we became the music…
your imagination becomes aroused
with every word you read,
seducing your soul in ways
that no other will ever supersede.
I spend the night wandering
the plains of your dreams,
slow fucking your mind
where I go in so deep,
your consciousness cannot reach.
I want to become
the vise you use habitually,
remembering you and for you
to never forget me,
I want to feast on your emotions
and lick on the spine of your life line
until I make you moan...
4338 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 8:41pm
11th Aug 2015 8:41pm
I, His and He, Mine
He, stirs my heart
and wakes something in me
that just can’t get enough
of his masculine majesty.
He, holds me in such away…
it defies description,
words fail to define the true depth
of my love addiction.
When he’s loving me
he holds me in a manner
that this poet cannot truly capture,
but will attempt anyway,
he splays his hands
on the nape of my neck
and with the other
holds the small of my back
cradling me as if I would break
yet, his strength remains
evident and intact.
He looks into me...
and wakes something in me
that just can’t get enough
of his masculine majesty.
He, holds me in such away…
it defies description,
words fail to define the true depth
of my love addiction.
When he’s loving me
he holds me in a manner
that this poet cannot truly capture,
but will attempt anyway,
he splays his hands
on the nape of my neck
and with the other
holds the small of my back
cradling me as if I would break
yet, his strength remains
evident and intact.
He looks into me...
1373 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 7:51pm
5th Aug 2015 7:51pm
Dreamgasm or Terrorscape?
Dark as a dead man’s dreams
and cold as his forgotten grave
traveling within shadows unseen,
I am she who needs no name.
Sister to the night visiting in dreams,
I can be all you ever wanted
or the nightmare the makes you
writhe in fear and silently scream.
A midnight blossom in full bloom
sweet perfume announces my presence,
as disquietude fills the room
yet its cause is without comprehension.
I am anathema, your bête noire
and require no physical manifestation,
I live in the dark corners of your...
and cold as his forgotten grave
traveling within shadows unseen,
I am she who needs no name.
Sister to the night visiting in dreams,
I can be all you ever wanted
or the nightmare the makes you
writhe in fear and silently scream.
A midnight blossom in full bloom
sweet perfume announces my presence,
as disquietude fills the room
yet its cause is without comprehension.
I am anathema, your bête noire
and require no physical manifestation,
I live in the dark corners of your...
1031 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 8:56pm
11th Jul 2015 8:56pm
Obeah
So you want to play Mon a mi?
((drumming))
Ah yes they call…
the drums they speak
to the swamp’s
red voodoo queen.
Swaying to the rhythm
my body has a language all its own
as the beat dictates to it
the secrets that only it knows.
((drumming))
The staccato quickens, the night is prime
for nightmarish things to come to life.
Beware of that which you believed dead
for it may very well walk the night,
and of creatures that seem alive,
because they maybe spiritless puppets
following its masters...
((drumming))
Ah yes they call…
the drums they speak
to the swamp’s
red voodoo queen.
Swaying to the rhythm
my body has a language all its own
as the beat dictates to it
the secrets that only it knows.
((drumming))
The staccato quickens, the night is prime
for nightmarish things to come to life.
Beware of that which you believed dead
for it may very well walk the night,
and of creatures that seem alive,
because they maybe spiritless puppets
following its masters...
1605 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 8:44pm
29th Jun 2015 8:44pm
OurTête-à-Têtes
Like pistoleres we draw our pens,
dueling into submission all challengers
intruders, ill versed wanna be’s
and poorly disguised pretenders.
Ahhh dear friend, and just as the smoke clears,
the invariable end to our tête-à-tête
has inexorably drawn near;
My fickle feminine whims
are not willing to "let sleeping dogs lay",
especially after acquiring a second wind.
Capricious, my prerogative might be
but undeniable and true,
your words haunt my dreams;
So I invite you once more...
to, on my verbs, dine...
dueling into submission all challengers
intruders, ill versed wanna be’s
and poorly disguised pretenders.
Ahhh dear friend, and just as the smoke clears,
the invariable end to our tête-à-tête
has inexorably drawn near;
My fickle feminine whims
are not willing to "let sleeping dogs lay",
especially after acquiring a second wind.
Capricious, my prerogative might be
but undeniable and true,
your words haunt my dreams;
So I invite you once more...
to, on my verbs, dine...
1023 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 5:21pm
11th Jun 2015 5:21pm
Poetic Opiate
Having rolled up your masterpiece, a literary "joint"
taking long deeeep drags,
but, being greedy I won’t be doing
the puff, puff and pass,
this is for my vicarious pleasure,
a pure hedonistic treasure.
*He said: “haha...and while you inhale the herbal essence,
I'll take slow sips of your poetique liquor
and marinate in its metaphysical resi-dew,
raising my glass in honor
of truly pristine poetess
who has inspired me from day one.”
Well… shall we then imbibe
on the on the magnificence of each other’s vibe, ...
taking long deeeep drags,
but, being greedy I won’t be doing
the puff, puff and pass,
this is for my vicarious pleasure,
a pure hedonistic treasure.
*He said: “haha...and while you inhale the herbal essence,
I'll take slow sips of your poetique liquor
and marinate in its metaphysical resi-dew,
raising my glass in honor
of truly pristine poetess
who has inspired me from day one.”
Well… shall we then imbibe
on the on the magnificence of each other’s vibe, ...
993 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 8:31pm
8th Jun 2015 8:31pm
Manifesto
A manifesto
of the intense sensuality
that captures the dual depths
of our powerful sexuality.
In silence, it speaks volumes
unheard by those
of no consequence
yet understood
fully by the two, chosen.
As sights lock,
a language of the ages begins
and with it,
a courtship of movement
that captures
the lovers within.
Watch me…
Sinuous motion
meant to incite,
to awaken
the slumbering beast
that watches
with hungry eyes.
See me…
Interpret the look,
if, you...
of the intense sensuality
that captures the dual depths
of our powerful sexuality.
In silence, it speaks volumes
unheard by those
of no consequence
yet understood
fully by the two, chosen.
As sights lock,
a language of the ages begins
and with it,
a courtship of movement
that captures
the lovers within.
Watch me…
Sinuous motion
meant to incite,
to awaken
the slumbering beast
that watches
with hungry eyes.
See me…
Interpret the look,
if, you...
1098 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2015 1:03am
20th Apr 2015 1:03am
Dweller in my heart
You showed me a side of myself
I never thought I would ever see
or reveal to another human being.
So many conversations, love letters,
poems, so much music, so many things
you gave me a world of happiness
that I thought we were both sharing in.
Even before you ever came here, how many nights,
how many times, how many hours
did we spend just listening to each other?
Even when you came here, the way we kissed,
the way we made love, truly made love…
Everything we have shared from one to the other
our weaknesses and strengths, ...
I never thought I would ever see
or reveal to another human being.
So many conversations, love letters,
poems, so much music, so many things
you gave me a world of happiness
that I thought we were both sharing in.
Even before you ever came here, how many nights,
how many times, how many hours
did we spend just listening to each other?
Even when you came here, the way we kissed,
the way we made love, truly made love…
Everything we have shared from one to the other
our weaknesses and strengths, ...
#love
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou
936 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 00:26am
12th Nov 2014 00:26am
Mystical
Mystical by Gypsy Red
Being mystical is more than the mere thought of being…
far beyond what you think you are seeing,
going further than any contrived notion
past whimsy or fashionable self-promotion;
it is being able to go beyond the parameters of the box
and creating a freedom that refuses to be captured or caught.
Being intellectually constipated, shackled to logical rationality
You, cannot see beyond the common-place practicality,
Obsequiously, you are living life within the human hive
never defying the convention of “we”...
Being mystical is more than the mere thought of being…
far beyond what you think you are seeing,
going further than any contrived notion
past whimsy or fashionable self-promotion;
it is being able to go beyond the parameters of the box
and creating a freedom that refuses to be captured or caught.
Being intellectually constipated, shackled to logical rationality
You, cannot see beyond the common-place practicality,
Obsequiously, you are living life within the human hive
never defying the convention of “we”...
1031 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 11:01pm
3rd May 2014 11:01pm
Undress your soul for me
Undress your soul for me,
the real you,
the one you let no one see.
I want to know you like no one can
the indomitable spirit
that makes you a man.
I stand before you stripped down
to barest essence of me
nothing hidden all my scars and flaws
revealed for you to see.
Undress your soul for me,
I want to understand
all the ways and means of your life
touch the places
that never see the light.
Let me be for you
all the things you may need
allow my love be the balm that eases
your spirit’s need for...
the real you,
the one you let no one see.
I want to know you like no one can
the indomitable spirit
that makes you a man.
I stand before you stripped down
to barest essence of me
nothing hidden all my scars and flaws
revealed for you to see.
Undress your soul for me,
I want to understand
all the ways and means of your life
touch the places
that never see the light.
Let me be for you
all the things you may need
allow my love be the balm that eases
your spirit’s need for...
3971 reads
12 Comments
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