Submissions by poeticDesire
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2017 5:48am
6th Jan 2017 5:48am
Motion Detection*** (ha ha) ya feel me
shakes and shimmeys
i got a plenty
can shake a tailfeather
better than henny penny
that chick, you'll never forget
the name you love calling
the earthquaking poetry in motion
that makes you think the sky's falling
female 007... word is Bond
oh yea, im a secret agent
ha ha :) and you can quote me
on that statement
see i move in stealth
but my rhythm's blatant
words are fragrant
in sheer amazement
i'm the rose that grew
thru concrete pavement
tho here lately
i have been latent
went deep deep underground...
i got a plenty
can shake a tailfeather
better than henny penny
that chick, you'll never forget
the name you love calling
the earthquaking poetry in motion
that makes you think the sky's falling
female 007... word is Bond
oh yea, im a secret agent
ha ha :) and you can quote me
on that statement
see i move in stealth
but my rhythm's blatant
words are fragrant
in sheer amazement
i'm the rose that grew
thru concrete pavement
tho here lately
i have been latent
went deep deep underground...
1100 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2017 5:31am
6th Jan 2017 5:31am
Mad Gab ^69
"Set adrift
on memory bliss"
slow dancing
as we kiss
loop and bind
time and space
speechless stares
tongue tied like shoe lace
a perfect fit
as our hearts jogs in place
run your hand up my spine
as the other stroke my face
turn me on me to turn my pages
i'll be your favorite ebook
memorize your favorite parts
get hooked,kindleling every nook
swipe right with your tongue,unlock my story
a ever changing neverending tale
and watch my wings spread in regal plumage
amidst a whirlwind of winter gales...
on memory bliss"
slow dancing
as we kiss
loop and bind
time and space
speechless stares
tongue tied like shoe lace
a perfect fit
as our hearts jogs in place
run your hand up my spine
as the other stroke my face
turn me on me to turn my pages
i'll be your favorite ebook
memorize your favorite parts
get hooked,kindleling every nook
swipe right with your tongue,unlock my story
a ever changing neverending tale
and watch my wings spread in regal plumage
amidst a whirlwind of winter gales...
1283 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 10:38am
2nd Nov 2016 10:38am
the Quill^ters -a patchwork quilt of civil abstracts
it has been passed down
from generation to generation
the untold story
now lost in translation
a quilt of ancestoral tales
a keepsake of acclaimation
that tells of forgotten tribes
and erased nations
sold to the highest bidder
soul's sanctum wagered
becoming a fallen house...
see,divisive is greed's nature
the structure as feeble
as the foundation
constitutes a fraud
"free dumb"s dedeclaration
read beyond black and white
and you will find the color green
american dream? ha
there is no...
from generation to generation
the untold story
now lost in translation
a quilt of ancestoral tales
a keepsake of acclaimation
that tells of forgotten tribes
and erased nations
sold to the highest bidder
soul's sanctum wagered
becoming a fallen house...
see,divisive is greed's nature
the structure as feeble
as the foundation
constitutes a fraud
"free dumb"s dedeclaration
read beyond black and white
and you will find the color green
american dream? ha
there is no...
1024 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2016 6:57pm
24th Sep 2016 6:57pm
the dissection of perception
i want reveal to you
just how crazy you are
as we explore normal
you will find it quite bizzare
those of you who think you have
a tight grasp on your sanity
well... ha,ha<<--(inserts evil laugh)
i would just like to test that lil theory
some physicist,well string theorist claim
there are multiple realms of reality
that multiple dimensions of consciousness
are infinite without duality
NOW if you add to that equations
the universe and all creation
dreams and the imaginations
and then the possibility of manipulation
...
just how crazy you are
as we explore normal
you will find it quite bizzare
those of you who think you have
a tight grasp on your sanity
well... ha,ha<<--(inserts evil laugh)
i would just like to test that lil theory
some physicist,well string theorist claim
there are multiple realms of reality
that multiple dimensions of consciousness
are infinite without duality
NOW if you add to that equations
the universe and all creation
dreams and the imaginations
and then the possibility of manipulation
...
1268 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2016 3:19pm
13th Aug 2016 3:19pm
mental jousting
She said she was a badazz, and that
on any given day she could outwrite me
i told her i come in peace
not looking to challenge her AUTHORity
she said that i was weak
to afraid to truly speak my mind
i told her silence takes more strength
than speaking foolishly sometimes
she said at times im too complex
that i should *K*eep *I*t *S*imple *S*tupid
i told her i'm happily me and
will never KISS ass to be reputed
she said some of my poems are so depressing
and that melancholy is for fools
i told her we all...
on any given day she could outwrite me
i told her i come in peace
not looking to challenge her AUTHORity
she said that i was weak
to afraid to truly speak my mind
i told her silence takes more strength
than speaking foolishly sometimes
she said at times im too complex
that i should *K*eep *I*t *S*imple *S*tupid
i told her i'm happily me and
will never KISS ass to be reputed
she said some of my poems are so depressing
and that melancholy is for fools
i told her we all...
1269 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Aug 2016 3:06pm
13th Aug 2016 3:06pm
Sense Since!!
he taste like testimony...
psalms painted on my soft pallete
hallelujahs and hums
and speaking in tongues
confectionery confessions
of what dreams may come
he smells like delirium...
you know, that drive you crazy scent
passion and pandemonium,haughting every sniff
fresh air fragranced, exacerBated bliss
breathed in animalistic fury
stenched in sweet morning mist
he sound like a continuum...
infinite vibrations beating on my eardrums
the fever pitched howl
of thunder jumping on a trampoline
amplified...
psalms painted on my soft pallete
hallelujahs and hums
and speaking in tongues
confectionery confessions
of what dreams may come
he smells like delirium...
you know, that drive you crazy scent
passion and pandemonium,haughting every sniff
fresh air fragranced, exacerBated bliss
breathed in animalistic fury
stenched in sweet morning mist
he sound like a continuum...
infinite vibrations beating on my eardrums
the fever pitched howl
of thunder jumping on a trampoline
amplified...
1621 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jul 2016 9:27pm
30th Jul 2016 9:27pm
Biting Into A York Peppermint Patty!
sorghum secrets seep
steeped slow and sweet
searing sensations
tingling vibrations
acoustic imagery
approach singularity
spiraling gravity
this... is ...what you do to me
raid my pantry
mmm my sweet candy
like a panty vigilante
with just one word :) uncanny
make words adaptive
til i'm held captive
cuffed by curiosity
bound to break free
bindings of you and me
shouts of jubilee
"oooh baby, oooo weee"
"feels so good to me"
ligatures of desire
deep damp and dire...
steeped slow and sweet
searing sensations
tingling vibrations
acoustic imagery
approach singularity
spiraling gravity
this... is ...what you do to me
raid my pantry
mmm my sweet candy
like a panty vigilante
with just one word :) uncanny
make words adaptive
til i'm held captive
cuffed by curiosity
bound to break free
bindings of you and me
shouts of jubilee
"oooh baby, oooo weee"
"feels so good to me"
ligatures of desire
deep damp and dire...
1565 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jul 2016 5:15am
26th Jul 2016 5:15am
Suckle
"S"uccumb to salacious suction of savory sweet secretions
"U"ntil unleashing an unheard of utopia of
"C"reamy clandestine concoctions that
"K"indle kinetic kilowatts of the kindred
"L"iterally lucid in a land of levity and
"E"ternally enthralled by the enticing enigma of Eve's Euphoria
"U"ntil unleashing an unheard of utopia of
"C"reamy clandestine concoctions that
"K"indle kinetic kilowatts of the kindred
"L"iterally lucid in a land of levity and
"E"ternally enthralled by the enticing enigma of Eve's Euphoria
946 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2016 4:56am
26th Jul 2016 4:56am
Always Remain Timeless *** a poetic mural
my mind never sleeps, even when i rest
thoughts are constantly marching in protest
with picket signs that read
creativity must be freed
unrestrained..
unchained..
my mind is a indeed battlefield
ink is the blood i shed, my pen the sword i wield
i guess in an attempt to be heard
and to show the power of words
perhaps to shake the sleeping, awake nations
to cause third eye pupil dialation
to show the world something so vast
i am Poetic Graffiti, and your mind is my canvas
as i paint words endless and eternal ...
thoughts are constantly marching in protest
with picket signs that read
creativity must be freed
unrestrained..
unchained..
my mind is a indeed battlefield
ink is the blood i shed, my pen the sword i wield
i guess in an attempt to be heard
and to show the power of words
perhaps to shake the sleeping, awake nations
to cause third eye pupil dialation
to show the world something so vast
i am Poetic Graffiti, and your mind is my canvas
as i paint words endless and eternal ...
1598 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 1:44am
29th Jun 2016 1:44am
Don't Shoot the Messenger
you only get
one shot
to make the best
of it
in the game of life
...tag
...you're it
extra extra
read all about it
life is a story
with an incomplete script
transcribed in the mirror's
reflective sands
as fingers control
reflection's hand
mysteriously connected
bound without string
but...blame and accountability
aren't quite the same thing
and it seems noooobody
wants to be *it*
just way to hard
to face* it*
its no fun
too much pressure
way to troublesome
to be the bearer...
one shot
to make the best
of it
in the game of life
...tag
...you're it
extra extra
read all about it
life is a story
with an incomplete script
transcribed in the mirror's
reflective sands
as fingers control
reflection's hand
mysteriously connected
bound without string
but...blame and accountability
aren't quite the same thing
and it seems noooobody
wants to be *it*
just way to hard
to face* it*
its no fun
too much pressure
way to troublesome
to be the bearer...
1349 reads
11 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th May 2016 12:06pm
29th May 2016 12:06pm
Who was the tin man?
lone he stood, with words in his hand
a journal of secrets, this tin woodman
some would say he had an ax to grind
but he chopped trees for paper :) at least in my mind
I was traveling thru a world that had become a wasteland
when i stumbled upon this empty shell of man
stuck,frozen, broken and hollow his edges rusted
life had beat him down til he was disgusted
once his world was colorful and bright
and each day love bloomed in gardens of insight
but now its cold and no flowers bloom
it rains...
a journal of secrets, this tin woodman
some would say he had an ax to grind
but he chopped trees for paper :) at least in my mind
I was traveling thru a world that had become a wasteland
when i stumbled upon this empty shell of man
stuck,frozen, broken and hollow his edges rusted
life had beat him down til he was disgusted
once his world was colorful and bright
and each day love bloomed in gardens of insight
but now its cold and no flowers bloom
it rains...
1105 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2016 8:15pm
25th May 2016 8:15pm
Our Perihelion***
A poets imagination isn't always what it seems
sometimes its simply a barrel of lost dreams
or emotions tearing, ripping at the seams
of agony or even the ecstasy of screams
maybe its wishes that never came to fruition
or absolution for soul's pollution
maybe its hope for better encrypted in the sheets
spilled in the ink soul secretly leak
inevitably the heart will speak
and reveal all you seek
either to find or forget
creativity draws heart's silhouette
does my heart speak of rivers,so versatile
oceans deep,...
sometimes its simply a barrel of lost dreams
or emotions tearing, ripping at the seams
of agony or even the ecstasy of screams
maybe its wishes that never came to fruition
or absolution for soul's pollution
maybe its hope for better encrypted in the sheets
spilled in the ink soul secretly leak
inevitably the heart will speak
and reveal all you seek
either to find or forget
creativity draws heart's silhouette
does my heart speak of rivers,so versatile
oceans deep,...
1320 reads
11 Comments
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