Submissions by tell_me_wy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just write.
Amorous Again
#sex
#erotic
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
177 reads
2 Comments
Intimacy
#sex
#erotic
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
380 reads
4 Comments
Fall of Innocence
#lust
#erotic
#summer
#fall
#passion
206 reads
4 Comments
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
173 reads
2 Comments
To be continued
#prose
#lover
#sensual
154 reads
2 Comments
Ardent
#erotic
#lover
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
143 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
142 reads
4 Comments
Pure
#erotic
#lover
#passion #orgasm
#passion #orgasm
228 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
152 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
334 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
181 reads
2 Comments
Lover
#lover
281 reads
3 Comments
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