Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 9:17am
19th Apr 2022 9:17am
a rendering
#lust
#sensual
#passion
445 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2022 6:11pm
18th Apr 2022 6:11pm
under a willow
i sit...
i am thinking of you.
the splatter of the rain, soaking,
the wet is all absorbed...
spring comes into play
with each warming day.
the excitement fills,
your nipples grow with that gentle breeze.
bringing the mind to the dance
the gentle of your hips, now move with your ease.
did i tell you i am thinking of you?
willows grow new leaves...
along the creek,
the growth rubs just above the knees.
look around,
it's all that we believe.
see the sprouting of the budding trees.
the trickle of the spring... ...
i am thinking of you.
the splatter of the rain, soaking,
the wet is all absorbed...
spring comes into play
with each warming day.
the excitement fills,
your nipples grow with that gentle breeze.
bringing the mind to the dance
the gentle of your hips, now move with your ease.
did i tell you i am thinking of you?
willows grow new leaves...
along the creek,
the growth rubs just above the knees.
look around,
it's all that we believe.
see the sprouting of the budding trees.
the trickle of the spring... ...
#nature
#lover
#passion
622 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2022 10:57am
11th Apr 2022 10:57am
total nonsense
what does one truly want?
imagine it might be unreal
being that...
one's intellect holds one in a maze.
the trappings of the puzzle
all bundled up as a ball
waiting to unfurl
from the roundness of the curl.
circles, circling upon the self
maybe what one wants is...
is, hidden within one's bookshelf?
imagine it might be unreal
being that...
one's intellect holds one in a maze.
the trappings of the puzzle
all bundled up as a ball
waiting to unfurl
from the roundness of the curl.
circles, circling upon the self
maybe what one wants is...
is, hidden within one's bookshelf?
#emptiness
#philosophical
370 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Nov 2021 12:27pm
15th Nov 2021 12:27pm
essense
your essence oozes upon the page
the wanton of the turmoil
so knightly are the spoils.
to rally the friction of a given war
as night to the morning's light
a balance of naturally right.
such the miter of the angle
slotted within the groove.
all doubt of movement
tight, has been removed.
the ravenous of might
to arthur and merlin 'twas right.
the turns of scented bodies
in the shadow of the candle's glow
womanly yet saintly
a holiness to appear
godliness to fear
throughout the land
may a cry be heard, ...
the wanton of the turmoil
so knightly are the spoils.
to rally the friction of a given war
as night to the morning's light
a balance of naturally right.
such the miter of the angle
slotted within the groove.
all doubt of movement
tight, has been removed.
the ravenous of might
to arthur and merlin 'twas right.
the turns of scented bodies
in the shadow of the candle's glow
womanly yet saintly
a holiness to appear
godliness to fear
throughout the land
may a cry be heard, ...
#dreams
#admiration
#respect
492 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2021 2:07pm
13th Nov 2021 2:07pm
Matt
for a moment may i bend your ear
tell you a tale
not really a faerie tale
more of today and the real.
it all starts three days ago
along with a rude email.
family stuff about furniture and its storage
but i will spare you all the detail.
yet for the sake of the story and lineage
background is needed, not much, so don't worry.
i have a father, who is not well
i have a step mother, who can be quite a pill
and a half brother, who is in search of free will.
that is the back story.
so from the email, you must know ...
tell you a tale
not really a faerie tale
more of today and the real.
it all starts three days ago
along with a rude email.
family stuff about furniture and its storage
but i will spare you all the detail.
yet for the sake of the story and lineage
background is needed, not much, so don't worry.
i have a father, who is not well
i have a step mother, who can be quite a pill
and a half brother, who is in search of free will.
that is the back story.
so from the email, you must know ...
#meditation
491 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2021 1:33pm
11th Nov 2021 1:33pm
within my palms
like the ships,
we pass in the night.
to slumber, you were gone
until, the new day sun.
upon his rise...
i will wish you were in my eyes.
the night will quietly run the course,
the shadows will be cast.
the stars will peek from the clouds
the air is still
yet my mind...oh
it runs and it is real.
to steal a piece of you.
to peer upon you in the nude.
to reach out
to cup your breast.
within my palms to hold,
the fullness and the firm.
to fill my dreams
my hands upon you, as you rest.
to push back...
we pass in the night.
to slumber, you were gone
until, the new day sun.
upon his rise...
i will wish you were in my eyes.
the night will quietly run the course,
the shadows will be cast.
the stars will peek from the clouds
the air is still
yet my mind...oh
it runs and it is real.
to steal a piece of you.
to peer upon you in the nude.
to reach out
to cup your breast.
within my palms to hold,
the fullness and the firm.
to fill my dreams
my hands upon you, as you rest.
to push back...
#dreams
412 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2021 4:13pm
6th Nov 2021 4:13pm
conversations within a head
listening
fragmented
doodling within the head
prolific shedding,
multifaceted themes in thought
whimsical colors galore,
and more.
the expectation of a wave
as she starts to heave
consumed in all the glistering wet
just as the sun sets.
the smoothness of the dunes
allowing, forming the beautiful curves.
darkness exudes from the absences of the sun
foreshadowing this evening's moon.
wave upon wave, such an echoing tune.
she describes as pleasuring,
posturing momentary moans. ...
fragmented
doodling within the head
prolific shedding,
multifaceted themes in thought
whimsical colors galore,
and more.
the expectation of a wave
as she starts to heave
consumed in all the glistering wet
just as the sun sets.
the smoothness of the dunes
allowing, forming the beautiful curves.
darkness exudes from the absences of the sun
foreshadowing this evening's moon.
wave upon wave, such an echoing tune.
she describes as pleasuring,
posturing momentary moans. ...
#dreams
#SelfReflection
331 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2021 4:52pm
13th Oct 2021 4:52pm
poetry, a language?
is poetry a language?
perhaps,
maybe a mere vessel
a mystery,
to surely be puzzled.
or did Darcy miss speak
as he, "...considered poetry the food of love...."
or is it,
possibly divine providence from powers above.
innate upon itself
where does poetry fit?
language by definition...
look to the text book,
ah,
is poetry but a system?
grant me, for that, i may see.
instill within me
the judgement of this "ism" wisdom.
i ruminate ...
perhaps,
maybe a mere vessel
a mystery,
to surely be puzzled.
or did Darcy miss speak
as he, "...considered poetry the food of love...."
or is it,
possibly divine providence from powers above.
innate upon itself
where does poetry fit?
language by definition...
look to the text book,
ah,
is poetry but a system?
grant me, for that, i may see.
instill within me
the judgement of this "ism" wisdom.
i ruminate ...
#meditation
#philosophical
#wisdom
584 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 4:08pm
8th Oct 2021 4:08pm
emotion to a friendship
blistered by fever.
a delusional sensation grabs,
adding pain,
far within.
so swift, in delivery, is her arrow of flight;
gentle is the touch, as it lights
the nurturing,
a growth that stems its base.
the fertilized. as intensified, a minute moment.
a gift.
subtle as kindness, is the case.
giving blossom to comfort.
a warmness,
yet the milking of blood from the heart,
racing to a beat
moonshine intoxicating,
let not the rays ever sleep.
how does one encompass
or foster...
a delusional sensation grabs,
adding pain,
far within.
so swift, in delivery, is her arrow of flight;
gentle is the touch, as it lights
the nurturing,
a growth that stems its base.
the fertilized. as intensified, a minute moment.
a gift.
subtle as kindness, is the case.
giving blossom to comfort.
a warmness,
yet the milking of blood from the heart,
racing to a beat
moonshine intoxicating,
let not the rays ever sleep.
how does one encompass
or foster...
#loneliness
#despair
339 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 7:44am
8th Oct 2021 7:44am
penning
moments before sunset
words that are picked and laid
as if they were the lion,
gentle on the prey.
breeze working its way through branches
as if a stroke of a pen
giving life from the mundane.
unscrambling drama,
in hues of orange, on the plains.
and in the draft,
the flowing blood mixes,
forming the stains,
as the meat provides the taste.
giving off, to all that remains.
images filling the shadows
by the dusk, moonlight
nestled within the leaves
the body, the core
evidence of the pure...
words that are picked and laid
as if they were the lion,
gentle on the prey.
breeze working its way through branches
as if a stroke of a pen
giving life from the mundane.
unscrambling drama,
in hues of orange, on the plains.
and in the draft,
the flowing blood mixes,
forming the stains,
as the meat provides the taste.
giving off, to all that remains.
images filling the shadows
by the dusk, moonlight
nestled within the leaves
the body, the core
evidence of the pure...
#WritingPoetry
313 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2021 1:06pm
7th Oct 2021 1:06pm
i graduated
its the wall
deeply founded and well preserved
each brick laid with such great misery
a shelter, a cover, a shield
nothing you could foresee
or do to prepare
for it was born in me
the way i am to be.
the time came
the wall stood its ground
all i could do was make sound after
sound-
we made wish after wish
and i,
promise after promise
but no...
deeply founded and well preserved
each brick laid with such great misery
a shelter, a cover, a shield
nothing you could foresee
or do to prepare
for it was born in me
the way i am to be.
the time came
the wall stood its ground
all i could do was make sound after
sound-
we made wish after wish
and i,
promise after promise
but no...
#SelfReflection
288 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2021 12:39pm
7th Oct 2021 12:39pm
JONATHAN REALIZES
and Jonathan flies to his third world.
in this world,
there are no limitations like the others,
but in this world,
Jonathan becomes more than perfect.
in the second world, he had told Fletcher
that he was not to be a god--
in this world,
he becomes a god
like all the others who had flown there.
flying free as he had done before--
spreading his talent to others
and learning things new for himself--
on a distant...
in this world,
there are no limitations like the others,
but in this world,
Jonathan becomes more than perfect.
in the second world, he had told Fletcher
that he was not to be a god--
in this world,
he becomes a god
like all the others who had flown there.
flying free as he had done before--
spreading his talent to others
and learning things new for himself--
on a distant...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
355 reads
2 Comments
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