Submissions by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Country Life
The morning fog lingers like a blanket on the hills, cows silently spread out over the pasture, some here, some there
A mother deer keeps a watchful eye on her two fawns, while nibbling her breakfast
She doesn't stay long, taking a shortcut through the brush down to the creek
Redwinged black birds rest on top of the trees, as if they're little spies, chirping across the yard
The sun makes it's way through, soon the morning dew will dry and the spiderweb won't be as pretty
So much to do, but I just want to sit here and enjoy the country life, the day has just begun
A mother deer keeps a watchful eye on her two fawns, while nibbling her breakfast
She doesn't stay long, taking a shortcut through the brush down to the creek
Redwinged black birds rest on top of the trees, as if they're little spies, chirping across the yard
The sun makes it's way through, soon the morning dew will dry and the spiderweb won't be as pretty
So much to do, but I just want to sit here and enjoy the country life, the day has just begun
930 reads
6 Comments
She Is A Wildflower~
She sways with the wind
Her soft petals pulsing
Her bud aching to bloom
Yearning for slow hands
Waiting for his rain
To make her radiant again
Waiting for his swirling tongue
To cultivate and strum
Until they blend and fade
Under the warm blushing sky
Her soft petals pulsing
Her bud aching to bloom
Yearning for slow hands
Waiting for his rain
To make her radiant again
Waiting for his swirling tongue
To cultivate and strum
Until they blend and fade
Under the warm blushing sky
1056 reads
8 Comments
My Happy Place~
On top of the hill
Where the sky kisses the ground
As the wild flowers sway in the summer wind
The beginning of sunset
When the golden glow paints the fields
As the wind carries the clean scent of grass
No pesky power lines
Just the evening sky putting on a show
And the beautiful countryside hugging me softly
Where the sky kisses the ground
As the wild flowers sway in the summer wind
The beginning of sunset
When the golden glow paints the fields
As the wind carries the clean scent of grass
No pesky power lines
Just the evening sky putting on a show
And the beautiful countryside hugging me softly
959 reads
13 Comments
Scum
Just when I thought I've seen it all, someone does something so unbelievable that I have to ask myself, "Was that even real, did that really just happen?"
Takers! (Scum)
They are everywhere!
Whatever happened to hard work?
Whatever happened to earning what you want?
Scum! (Takers)
Takers! (Scum)
They are everywhere!
Whatever happened to hard work?
Whatever happened to earning what you want?
Scum! (Takers)
789 reads
8 Comments
Soon~
There's a place I haven't been to yet, I'm not sure where it is
Left thinking it doesn't exist, left hoping it will find me
One day all my problems will be gone, but until that day
I'll carry myself this way and that, feeling the pull and push
Of every day life, of fantasy, of lust, of love and pain
I am where I was supposed to be, doing what I was supposed to do
My sentence has reached the end, soon I'll be where I want to be
Left thinking it doesn't exist, left hoping it will find me
One day all my problems will be gone, but until that day
I'll carry myself this way and that, feeling the pull and push
Of every day life, of fantasy, of lust, of love and pain
I am where I was supposed to be, doing what I was supposed to do
My sentence has reached the end, soon I'll be where I want to be
799 reads
12 Comments
the morning looks good on you~
every morning i walk the tree line,
in between my foggy steps i search
for the dew kissed spiderweb
sometimes stopping to admire the
movement of mr. snail while he creeps
along the weeds
feathered friends soaring through the
tree tops collecting breakfast as i listen
to a morning dove cooing happy day
soon, the sun will burn the fog away
dry the dew from the emerald grass
and he'll whisper, " the morning looks good on you, my dear!"
in between my foggy steps i search
for the dew kissed spiderweb
sometimes stopping to admire the
movement of mr. snail while he creeps
along the weeds
feathered friends soaring through the
tree tops collecting breakfast as i listen
to a morning dove cooing happy day
soon, the sun will burn the fog away
dry the dew from the emerald grass
and he'll whisper, " the morning looks good on you, my dear!"
688 reads
12 Comments
Distance ~
Names smeared on the inside of match books
lipstick stained hankies
Last night's panties and the memory of
whatever his name was
Warm hands giving thick thighs a squeeze
in between the fluttering pulse of dreams
Her smile grew as his tongue moved
across her flesh without damage
He wasn't her's
She wasn't his
But once, they were each other's
lipstick stained hankies
Last night's panties and the memory of
whatever his name was
Warm hands giving thick thighs a squeeze
in between the fluttering pulse of dreams
Her smile grew as his tongue moved
across her flesh without damage
He wasn't her's
She wasn't his
But once, they were each other's
809 reads
5 Comments
Unfinished ~
I dance my pen above the paper hoping he knows my hot ink drips for him
I don't want to die --- or this book to end without loving him, again
The right way
To the end
Despite distance
Despite darkness
The word's I write for him I hope he feels beneath my burning kiss
Every day---
Our heart's shall beat within the pages
Like an everlasting love
I don't want to die --- or this book to end without loving him, again
The right way
To the end
Despite distance
Despite darkness
The word's I write for him I hope he feels beneath my burning kiss
Every day---
Our heart's shall beat within the pages
Like an everlasting love
805 reads
11 Comments
Pain of Love
Does it show
in my eye's
how about my smile
or maybe in my voice
Does it show
in my word's
does the loneliness of them
wrap around you
Does it show
in the beat of my breasts
or on the staining of my cheeks
in my eye's
how about my smile
or maybe in my voice
Does it show
in my word's
does the loneliness of them
wrap around you
Does it show
in the beat of my breasts
or on the staining of my cheeks
849 reads
12 Comments
Death of a Flower
I feel like a wilted flower
crushed petals and full of sadness
He tells me of his love
of how it once was
What can be done to fix the past
To hold on to what we had
keeping it safe from dying
I ran and didn't know why I was running
But I wanted to be chased
all he had to do was come after me
He would have
if I made it clear to him
And his arms would have grabbed me
held me close to his body
His voice that I miss so much
would have been enough
Now that it's too late
I see he was my nourishment
The air I needed and...
crushed petals and full of sadness
He tells me of his love
of how it once was
What can be done to fix the past
To hold on to what we had
keeping it safe from dying
I ran and didn't know why I was running
But I wanted to be chased
all he had to do was come after me
He would have
if I made it clear to him
And his arms would have grabbed me
held me close to his body
His voice that I miss so much
would have been enough
Now that it's too late
I see he was my nourishment
The air I needed and...
1035 reads
8 Comments
My Dreams~
Echoes knocking on nights door as I lay sleepless, reminding me of the way his hands used to describe my curves
Like his breathing, his patience rested upon my nakedness
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory
And he still flows through me, as I burn inside with warmth
He'll always occupy my dreams
Like his breathing, his patience rested upon my nakedness
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory
And he still flows through me, as I burn inside with warmth
He'll always occupy my dreams
880 reads
3 Comments
Milky Moon
she was the shadow on his smile
scarlett lips hover
she kisses him
like the moon leaning in a window
bodies flicker
her stockinged thighs tremble
his voice a rough whisper
while gentle hands feel like flames
he was soothing
she an open flower
the milky moon defeats the night
and the evening dream begins
scarlett lips hover
she kisses him
like the moon leaning in a window
bodies flicker
her stockinged thighs tremble
his voice a rough whisper
while gentle hands feel like flames
he was soothing
she an open flower
the milky moon defeats the night
and the evening dream begins
825 reads
7 Comments
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