Submissions by tell_me_wy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“You write your first draft with your heart. And you rewrite with your head..; the first key to writing, is…to write; not to think.” - William Forrester, Finding Forrester
Memory
It seems, at times,
Nearly a treachery,
To be so confined
To the thicket of memory.
Nearly a treachery,
To be so confined
To the thicket of memory.
#love
#grief
#conflict #memories
#conflict #memories
260 reads
2 Comments
To be continued

#prose
#lover
#sensual
221 reads
2 Comments
Ardent

#erotic
#lover
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
223 reads
2 Comments
Goodness
It rises up
With the green smell
The scent of fresh Spring grass
Carries on in warm
Late Spring rains
Drenching the sky in
Muggy, humid
Glorious grey
And the burst
Of leaves on trees
And the kaleidoscope scene
Of dahlia and lantana
And a bless-ed myriad of color
Proudly, the harbingers of Summer
And the crack of thunder
In the black midsummer sky
And monsoon rain is made
Suddenly bright
By the sudden flick
Of an awe-some lightning strike
And long the...
With the green smell
The scent of fresh Spring grass
Carries on in warm
Late Spring rains
Drenching the sky in
Muggy, humid
Glorious grey
And the burst
Of leaves on trees
And the kaleidoscope scene
Of dahlia and lantana
And a bless-ed myriad of color
Proudly, the harbingers of Summer
And the crack of thunder
In the black midsummer sky
And monsoon rain is made
Suddenly bright
By the sudden flick
Of an awe-some lightning strike
And long the...
#hope
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
251 reads
4 Comments
Pure

#erotic
#lover
#passion #orgasm
#passion #orgasm
318 reads
4 Comments
Time
I go about
Wasting time
As though dawn
May grant a little more
Failing
To realize
I may not be swept
Upon tomorrow’s shore
Wasting time
As though dawn
May grant a little more
Failing
To realize
I may not be swept
Upon tomorrow’s shore
#regret
237 reads
4 Comments
Larissa
I’ve been stumbling down
The corridors of memory,
Brush in hand;
Hoping to repaint
Parts of our story,
And,
I realize I’ve been looking for you
Behind every door,
In every hazy thought;
I suppose I got what I deserved;
I can only wish that I had not.
The corridors of memory,
Brush in hand;
Hoping to repaint
Parts of our story,
And,
I realize I’ve been looking for you
Behind every door,
In every hazy thought;
I suppose I got what I deserved;
I can only wish that I had not.
#love
#grief
#honesty
424 reads
1 Comment
Birth
Her eyes well,
But with mirth,
At this great treasure
Of utmost worth.
But with mirth,
At this great treasure
Of utmost worth.
#birthday
289 reads
2 Comments
Lover

#lover
364 reads
3 Comments
Dawning
Her skin is
Golden as honey,
Beneath the dawning light;
Her eyes half-lidded,
But her lips curl,
And smile bright;
She traces a finger
Across my eager lips
As my hands meld
Heavenly with her hips;
Her sweetest words
Flower in the air,
As both an offer
And a dare;
‘Kiss me,’
She whispers,
If somewhat timidly:
‘Kiss me,
Kiss me again,
And kiss only me;’
I press gently my lips
Upon her rosy cheek,
My resolve is matchless,
My arms...
Golden as honey,
Beneath the dawning light;
Her eyes half-lidded,
But her lips curl,
And smile bright;
She traces a finger
Across my eager lips
As my hands meld
Heavenly with her hips;
Her sweetest words
Flower in the air,
As both an offer
And a dare;
‘Kiss me,’
She whispers,
If somewhat timidly:
‘Kiss me,
Kiss me again,
And kiss only me;’
I press gently my lips
Upon her rosy cheek,
My resolve is matchless,
My arms...
#lover
#sensual
#vulnerability
523 reads
2 Comments
Photo
If hers are eyes dark
They are not so by design
But by love of night
Though moon be silent
The stars may ever shine,
And if her lips
Be lips not to be kissed
It is only for her smile’s sake
And her laughter to wake
And such treasures ought
Not be missed;
If she is not beautiful
Or if her beauty seems odd
It’s most likely a chance
We each have so little glance
At the impossibly vast
Handiwork of God.
They are not so by design
But by love of night
Though moon be silent
The stars may ever shine,
And if her lips
Be lips not to be kissed
It is only for her smile’s sake
And her laughter to wake
And such treasures ought
Not be missed;
If she is not beautiful
Or if her beauty seems odd
It’s most likely a chance
We each have so little glance
At the impossibly vast
Handiwork of God.
#kindness
#dark
#beauty
#moon
#night
324 reads
2 Comments
Encore

#erotic
#lover
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
507 reads
1 Comment
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