Submissions by simplemanpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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an attraction
There, in the inner circle of a flat heart lies
An attraction to her silk that covers the many
Hidden touches she gives to a translucent me
Here, on a bed that lacks roses but drips in lilacs
I convolute the answers that rest upon her lips while
Unlicked candy canes suffer beneath their wrappings
Everywhere; walls, chairs, the flowing of hair from a stranger
Brings the moon to an eyelevel where I see her reflection
As we finally kiss beneath the beams of an attraction
An attraction to her silk that covers the many
Hidden touches she gives to a translucent me
Here, on a bed that lacks roses but drips in lilacs
I convolute the answers that rest upon her lips while
Unlicked candy canes suffer beneath their wrappings
Everywhere; walls, chairs, the flowing of hair from a stranger
Brings the moon to an eyelevel where I see her reflection
As we finally kiss beneath the beams of an attraction
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2 Comments
i found my love
I found my love in a passage
where the sun travels with a message:
as the birds swarm their way home
I met my love in a locket
when flowers laced my pocket:
as the breeze brushed her with my poem
I hid my love in a memory
where she is everything she is meant-to-be:
as I found her; my us, my home
where the sun travels with a message:
as the birds swarm their way home
I met my love in a locket
when flowers laced my pocket:
as the breeze brushed her with my poem
I hid my love in a memory
where she is everything she is meant-to-be:
as I found her; my us, my home
567 reads
2 Comments
if i asked
If I asked
Would you be
My forever friend
Would you promise
Never to leave this
Earth submissively
Would you kick and
Scream until and beyond
The end
If I asked
Would you
Always love me
Would you wish upon
A moonlit sky infested
With stars
And laugh at the Gods
That dare to deny you
If I asked
Would you
Promise to always
Be the absolute
Truth
If I asked.....
Would you be
My forever friend
Would you promise
Never to leave this
Earth submissively
Would you kick and
Scream until and beyond
The end
If I asked
Would you
Always love me
Would you wish upon
A moonlit sky infested
With stars
And laugh at the Gods
That dare to deny you
If I asked
Would you
Promise to always
Be the absolute
Truth
If I asked.....
604 reads
7 Comments
our song
my hips percuss
against the melody
of mirrored moans
in acoustic harmony
strumming across
a veiled trinket
of delicious divine
your thighs pulsate
to to the breath of tongue
exploring honey flavored flesh
in rhythm to our song
opening the silky sky
to the flowing sounds
of your apricot wine
against the melody
of mirrored moans
in acoustic harmony
strumming across
a veiled trinket
of delicious divine
your thighs pulsate
to to the breath of tongue
exploring honey flavored flesh
in rhythm to our song
opening the silky sky
to the flowing sounds
of your apricot wine
703 reads
5 Comments
intimacy
I long to be the soft white towel of sin
that gently absorbs the beads of bath in
water that clings to the silk of your skin
I live in the prolonged moments of shine
where the sun enlightens your mind
provoking morning shadows into a dismay of time
I love the moments where moisture appears
between my pouted lips and your willing ears
when a whisper travels with words so clear
that gently absorbs the beads of bath in
water that clings to the silk of your skin
I live in the prolonged moments of shine
where the sun enlightens your mind
provoking morning shadows into a dismay of time
I love the moments where moisture appears
between my pouted lips and your willing ears
when a whisper travels with words so clear
1096 reads
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a simple love poem
my lovely, the one that makes me laugh
where ever you are will be just fine
for I have a boat, a blow up raft
I will arrive to you, lover of mine
dearest darling, the one whose whispers I lack
if needed I shall get to you by horse
without a saddle, I will ride bare back
just light a candle to set my course
where ever you are will be just fine
for I have a boat, a blow up raft
I will arrive to you, lover of mine
dearest darling, the one whose whispers I lack
if needed I shall get to you by horse
without a saddle, I will ride bare back
just light a candle to set my course
635 reads
6 Comments
matchsticks
I am nothing but naked in common,
undressed to bare soul yet clothed by you
in your quirky language (pre-rehearsed and
shared with him, him and) unfitted by repetition,
blinded by reputation and deaf to your mute,
reproached by your touch with moments
newly born upon my ears...
sequenced breaths re-gifted from your freshly
dusted shelf of once fleshy hearts,
spoken with beats still attached
(swallowed with sips of bottled water)
left to journey (backstroke in stride)
to a safely built grass-hut haven
where we dine in an...
undressed to bare soul yet clothed by you
in your quirky language (pre-rehearsed and
shared with him, him and) unfitted by repetition,
blinded by reputation and deaf to your mute,
reproached by your touch with moments
newly born upon my ears...
sequenced breaths re-gifted from your freshly
dusted shelf of once fleshy hearts,
spoken with beats still attached
(swallowed with sips of bottled water)
left to journey (backstroke in stride)
to a safely built grass-hut haven
where we dine in an...
527 reads
4 Comments
When a Poet Comes Calling
I fell from the horizon (shoved by a new born glow),
covered in a whimsical lurch from my own shadow.
Harshly I landed on the dressed pages inside,
the posh magazine in which you cleverly hide.
I slowly finger your words as the ink began to drip,
stealing a taste of you as I slowly touched my lip.
Brisking in shallows of any given floor,
wondering if an aberration could be my one true door.
I reached through the taint-of-breath from a beating mind,
altering each treasured phrase one molecule at a time.
I am a man without a parachute when...
covered in a whimsical lurch from my own shadow.
Harshly I landed on the dressed pages inside,
the posh magazine in which you cleverly hide.
I slowly finger your words as the ink began to drip,
stealing a taste of you as I slowly touched my lip.
Brisking in shallows of any given floor,
wondering if an aberration could be my one true door.
I reached through the taint-of-breath from a beating mind,
altering each treasured phrase one molecule at a time.
I am a man without a parachute when...
496 reads
0 Comments
i wrote her on the wall
I wrote her on the wall
in permanent black marker
and fresh peppermint whisper
every word felt the stains
of unfolded time and the hurt
of non-scented love
I wrote her on the wall today
in gentle lower case
and punctuated flesh
every moment pronounced
and defined in cursive tones
of heart and uncensored soul
in permanent black marker
and fresh peppermint whisper
every word felt the stains
of unfolded time and the hurt
of non-scented love
I wrote her on the wall today
in gentle lower case
and punctuated flesh
every moment pronounced
and defined in cursive tones
of heart and uncensored soul
475 reads
2 Comments
tangled in her eyelashes
silk drips from her eyelashes
illuminating soft smiles that
trace fleshy curves and tender
paths that beg to be well traveled
illuminating soft smiles that
trace fleshy curves and tender
paths that beg to be well traveled
514 reads
2 Comments
fireflies and dandelions
giggles touching the sky
tickling toes chat with dandelions
night covers the quiet of land
while fireflies kiss warm fields
as our world flickers, hand in hand
tickling toes chat with dandelions
night covers the quiet of land
while fireflies kiss warm fields
as our world flickers, hand in hand
520 reads
4 Comments
I Am November
I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well
I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong its darkness
I am January, 5 days since you first said
my full name without a word being spoken
As my ice dispenses a single drop
unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo
I am February, too soon to whisper ...
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well
I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong its darkness
I am January, 5 days since you first said
my full name without a word being spoken
As my ice dispenses a single drop
unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo
I am February, too soon to whisper ...
762 reads
2 Comments
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