Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
17th Nov 2024 11:46pm
17th Nov 2024 11:46pm
river bound
the sparkle of the day
the gentleness of the water
tumbling over rock
drumming a tribal like sound,
releasing the energy
a boldness as the blouse becomes unleashed
the slight sight, cleavage and the breast.
falling with the help of the breeze
as an image, a juxtaposition of summer.
leaning back on the bank.
the long shadows mimicking
the reeds of the grass
as my eyes begin to visually harass the beauty
the vision, you continue to reveal.
the lines and curves
camouflaging the bank,
a woman
now unsealed. ...
the gentleness of the water
tumbling over rock
drumming a tribal like sound,
releasing the energy
a boldness as the blouse becomes unleashed
the slight sight, cleavage and the breast.
falling with the help of the breeze
as an image, a juxtaposition of summer.
leaning back on the bank.
the long shadows mimicking
the reeds of the grass
as my eyes begin to visually harass the beauty
the vision, you continue to reveal.
the lines and curves
camouflaging the bank,
a woman
now unsealed. ...
#erotic
#passion
#water
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2024 6:10am
15th Nov 2024 6:10am
from above
she, high in the sky
wondrous fulfillment of light
beaming with rays
casting,
elevating,
your shadow before me.
mystic clouds, floating
channeling their energy
weeping down as tears
along the velvety lined path.
gentle is the touch,
repetitive strokes...
as if lightning
raising the hair upon the unexpecting.
teetering,
covered with a chill...
fullness and yet erect
the sheet caresses the tip.
sweetness moans within the dream.
her shine illuminates our worlds,
in unison.
wondrous fulfillment of light
beaming with rays
casting,
elevating,
your shadow before me.
mystic clouds, floating
channeling their energy
weeping down as tears
along the velvety lined path.
gentle is the touch,
repetitive strokes...
as if lightning
raising the hair upon the unexpecting.
teetering,
covered with a chill...
fullness and yet erect
the sheet caresses the tip.
sweetness moans within the dream.
her shine illuminates our worlds,
in unison.
#moon
#nature
#night
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2023 1:13pm
30th Oct 2023 1:13pm
upon a rock
she pulls me
she draws me
the meandering of her stone
the peebles and their echoing tones
whirls, swirls and the vortex, her drop
momentary pauses but never to stop
distance carved in a sediment's path
lending herself as nature's humble bath...
my mind drifts
a spiritual cleansing
for a split second, witnessing.
the tugs, as comforting
as gentle as hugs.
she draws me
the meandering of her stone
the peebles and their echoing tones
whirls, swirls and the vortex, her drop
momentary pauses but never to stop
distance carved in a sediment's path
lending herself as nature's humble bath...
my mind drifts
a spiritual cleansing
for a split second, witnessing.
the tugs, as comforting
as gentle as hugs.
#river
#water
#nature
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2023 3:56pm
4th Aug 2023 3:56pm
if you were
if you were to take my hand,
surely, i would lead.
to a road to make it all real.
quickly to the creek with the river cane high...
to baptize all that we might hide...
behind the cane...
as the breeze shifts your strands of hair, side to side.
the rhythm of the water...as it flows.
take my hand...
for the path whispers and the vision grows.
i would love to fill your head with inspiration...
as in the past...
expectation within the written of our expressed words.
gripping,
the tightening...
a mindful: a...
surely, i would lead.
to a road to make it all real.
quickly to the creek with the river cane high...
to baptize all that we might hide...
behind the cane...
as the breeze shifts your strands of hair, side to side.
the rhythm of the water...as it flows.
take my hand...
for the path whispers and the vision grows.
i would love to fill your head with inspiration...
as in the past...
expectation within the written of our expressed words.
gripping,
the tightening...
a mindful: a...
#dreams
#WritersBlock
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2023 2:02pm
13th Apr 2023 2:02pm
nature's guiding path
sweet
musky
the path winds
curves to a degree
yet comes back to me.
autumn now past
winter tried to last
but spring shown through, ever so fast.
the creek bed is on the rise
the pebbles shining along the water's edge.
filtered shadows playing tricks
they are not snakes, just shimmering sticks.
foot prints coat the lane
step by step, following in their frame
stepping not outside the line
an open field lies ahead,
dictating safety...i will be fine.
the broad, the open, the space
the...
musky
the path winds
curves to a degree
yet comes back to me.
autumn now past
winter tried to last
but spring shown through, ever so fast.
the creek bed is on the rise
the pebbles shining along the water's edge.
filtered shadows playing tricks
they are not snakes, just shimmering sticks.
foot prints coat the lane
step by step, following in their frame
stepping not outside the line
an open field lies ahead,
dictating safety...i will be fine.
the broad, the open, the space
the...
#beauty
#water
#nature #SelfReflection
#nature #SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2023 6:52pm
4th Apr 2023 6:52pm
a poetic suggesting
as crumbs upon the ground,
the trail does
entice,
in the pattern,
the circle...
as the fingertip does make,
winding as the crook of the snake.
feel their presents upon your platter
of savory and of sweet,
so now, does it now drip?
such is the formation of desire,
like the crimson
found upon a bed of clover,
wrapping around the heart,
as she, the moon, waits for the evening's dark
along with the last call of today's lark.
known the designs of romance does a poet speak
destine is the rhythm his quill does...
the trail does
entice,
in the pattern,
the circle...
as the fingertip does make,
winding as the crook of the snake.
feel their presents upon your platter
of savory and of sweet,
so now, does it now drip?
such is the formation of desire,
like the crimson
found upon a bed of clover,
wrapping around the heart,
as she, the moon, waits for the evening's dark
along with the last call of today's lark.
known the designs of romance does a poet speak
destine is the rhythm his quill does...
#LifeAsAWriter
#UnrequitedLove
#sensual
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2023 4:25am
11th Feb 2023 4:25am
the whispers
you know i wait for you
i wait for the return,
the light has its halo in the fog,
when all is unsure,
i place it in the window,
i wait for you.
never have i set eyes on you,
but you, always have been so near.
the warmth that beats in the heart,
as that breeze in summer,
causing a rush upon me.
you and the sun, taking in that warmth,
the creek, bubbles and runs
i see you just before the setting sun,
laying in the tall grass.
you, as your skirt has raised,
and your eyes are closed,
the wind whispers,
can...
i wait for the return,
the light has its halo in the fog,
when all is unsure,
i place it in the window,
i wait for you.
never have i set eyes on you,
but you, always have been so near.
the warmth that beats in the heart,
as that breeze in summer,
causing a rush upon me.
you and the sun, taking in that warmth,
the creek, bubbles and runs
i see you just before the setting sun,
laying in the tall grass.
you, as your skirt has raised,
and your eyes are closed,
the wind whispers,
can...
#memories
#UnrequitedLove
#passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2023 7:54pm
4th Feb 2023 7:54pm
let the...
wind swirl with me tonight...
and upon the tamarack
let her be covered in white,
crystals reflecting her moon’s light.
deep, well rounded are her roots...
movements, golden are the shoots.
along banks that harbor her sand
now blend the blue water...
form wet, a hardness upon her land.
let the cold come more than twice
she and the tamarack...
she, too, is covered within ice.
skating out on the frozen plain
barren is her world to tame
yet she sees the life
ever growing she withers strife
smile upon smiles ...
and upon the tamarack
let her be covered in white,
crystals reflecting her moon’s light.
deep, well rounded are her roots...
movements, golden are the shoots.
along banks that harbor her sand
now blend the blue water...
form wet, a hardness upon her land.
let the cold come more than twice
she and the tamarack...
she, too, is covered within ice.
skating out on the frozen plain
barren is her world to tame
yet she sees the life
ever growing she withers strife
smile upon smiles ...
#hope
#nature
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2023 9:49am
6th Jan 2023 9:49am
mindful dreams
found what i am looking for...?
as i woke from my sleep,
the vision of you,
this is what my dreams did seek.
the beauty of nakedness,
and as always the curves,
the widening of the hand,
the stroke of the fingers...
this once again,
my dream begins.
mentally,
how do i send.
the twisting of words on this page,
line by line,
like the pen,
strokes of the brush,
the paint oozes from the bristles,
around the nipples i would design
the flower of the rudbeckia,
bright yellowish with a stalk of green, ...
as i woke from my sleep,
the vision of you,
this is what my dreams did seek.
the beauty of nakedness,
and as always the curves,
the widening of the hand,
the stroke of the fingers...
this once again,
my dream begins.
mentally,
how do i send.
the twisting of words on this page,
line by line,
like the pen,
strokes of the brush,
the paint oozes from the bristles,
around the nipples i would design
the flower of the rudbeckia,
bright yellowish with a stalk of green, ...
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2023 8:51pm
4th Jan 2023 8:51pm
the page
gentle goes the rhyme
easy upon the page,
the stroke of the pen,
the crusting, the ink,
in such a way,
woven deep,
ingrained within the fiber,
as it dries,
i turn the page.
bitter sweet,
laid down in a predicted
yet moreover
trite, mundane way.
wrapped in all the adjectives,
so meant to harness the play.
cast as if a rod,
hovering,
over the crystal blue
the stream twisting,
carving the stones,
as a clever, the seam rejects the glue.
ever so wide
time does abide,
with all the...
easy upon the page,
the stroke of the pen,
the crusting, the ink,
in such a way,
woven deep,
ingrained within the fiber,
as it dries,
i turn the page.
bitter sweet,
laid down in a predicted
yet moreover
trite, mundane way.
wrapped in all the adjectives,
so meant to harness the play.
cast as if a rod,
hovering,
over the crystal blue
the stream twisting,
carving the stones,
as a clever, the seam rejects the glue.
ever so wide
time does abide,
with all the...
#WritersBlock
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2022 12:19pm
8th Jun 2022 12:19pm
another year
the horses are running with the springtime rains
the heat, well…
rising, on the approach of summer again.
calendar leaves get flipped one by one
with the setting of her moon
and the gifting of the morning’s sun.
isabella, one year older, she has turned.
mixed with cullen,
his personality… as a mustang, has begun to run.
drifting back,
how, i still look
years pass, now we have eight
adding up what memories do make.
the long ago and the present,
the brief shadows as i quickly turn
the oddity maybe of your presence. ...
the heat, well…
rising, on the approach of summer again.
calendar leaves get flipped one by one
with the setting of her moon
and the gifting of the morning’s sun.
isabella, one year older, she has turned.
mixed with cullen,
his personality… as a mustang, has begun to run.
drifting back,
how, i still look
years pass, now we have eight
adding up what memories do make.
the long ago and the present,
the brief shadows as i quickly turn
the oddity maybe of your presence. ...
#parent
#death
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2022 10:09am
16th May 2022 10:09am
unto you
do you hear my whispers
silently, calling unto you,
back, you know... to that time,
our minds wrapped in poetic words,
casting out the rhymes
the pen and the ink,
expressing deep, wicked maybe we did think.
the thought of a hand, slowly down your back,
the softness measured as my hand covers your curves,
oh to mumble what i think,
wishing you only heard.
the inching of fingers,
wishing that touch could forever, linger.
the warmth of the thighs...
with a gentle nudge...
widening, the imagery so understood. ...
silently, calling unto you,
back, you know... to that time,
our minds wrapped in poetic words,
casting out the rhymes
the pen and the ink,
expressing deep, wicked maybe we did think.
the thought of a hand, slowly down your back,
the softness measured as my hand covers your curves,
oh to mumble what i think,
wishing you only heard.
the inching of fingers,
wishing that touch could forever, linger.
the warmth of the thighs...
with a gentle nudge...
widening, the imagery so understood. ...
#lust
#ForbiddenLove
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