Poems About My Inspiration Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about my inspiration seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 2:00pm
19th Apr 2024 2:00pm
Dark Fantasy
she is sexually seduced
by his poetry
manipulating her mind and body.
he chains her to a bed,
blindfolds her and reads
erotic verses
that trigger her arousal.
Despite her discomfort and pain
she finds herself
drawn to his words and his touch
with her eventually begging
for more pleasure
in her submission.
by his poetry
manipulating her mind and body.
he chains her to a bed,
blindfolds her and reads
erotic verses
that trigger her arousal.
Despite her discomfort and pain
she finds herself
drawn to his words and his touch
with her eventually begging
for more pleasure
in her submission.
#BDSM
#MyInspiration
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7 Comments
Inkplay
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 4:09pm
17th Apr 2024 4:09pm
With a Touch, She Ignites My Soul (Quatern)
With a touch, she ignites my soul,
awaken memories of old
my reason for being, thought and deed,
the lighthouse when adrift as sea
Dark corners of my mind she lit,
with a touch, she ignites my soul
in stillness our hearts do sit
pathways to the future bright, bold.
I thought the past had run its toll
her light shines bright from bygone years,
with a touch, she ignites my soul
and extinguishes my darkest fears
When we are gone the world still turns,
spirits meld to make a whole
this passion...
awaken memories of old
my reason for being, thought and deed,
the lighthouse when adrift as sea
Dark corners of my mind she lit,
with a touch, she ignites my soul
in stillness our hearts do sit
pathways to the future bright, bold.
I thought the past had run its toll
her light shines bright from bygone years,
with a touch, she ignites my soul
and extinguishes my darkest fears
When we are gone the world still turns,
spirits meld to make a whole
this passion...
#hope
#love
#MyInspiration
56 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:58am
3rd Apr 2024 11:58am
the car buisness
Automobile industry
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
#books
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
35 reads
0 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
27th Feb 2024 9:54pm
27th Feb 2024 9:54pm
my immortal poem
when I closed my eyes
...& the world went quiet
he whispered my secret name
I felt his breath breeze across my neck
a sensuous zephyr caressing
seeking my pulse point & its rhythm
a vibration deeply affected by his own
skipping staccato racing apace
his fingers spread across my throat
exhaling sultry sentiment upon my blushing face
gentle in their divine arrogance
every thump pumping poetry through me
as heat rose within my hungry hollows
arching my thoughts into his open palms
where he held them carefully ...
...& the world went quiet
he whispered my secret name
I felt his breath breeze across my neck
a sensuous zephyr caressing
seeking my pulse point & its rhythm
a vibration deeply affected by his own
skipping staccato racing apace
his fingers spread across my throat
exhaling sultry sentiment upon my blushing face
gentle in their divine arrogance
every thump pumping poetry through me
as heat rose within my hungry hollows
arching my thoughts into his open palms
where he held them carefully ...
#lover
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #gratitude
#WritingPoetry #gratitude
143 reads
10 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 11:29pm
24th Feb 2024 11:29pm
One Good Idea
One Good Idea
Ever toss One Good Idea in the Sea of Fate
‘cause some kin or buddy said it had no weight?
When the next one came to tremble your soul,
those fingers of doubt only strangled it cold.
No diploma, certificate or college degree
was required to envision what your vision did see,
for the God within pulsed a light sublime,
that One Good Idea that was yours for the time.
It’s had civilization running after learning to walk;
babies making speeches after learning to talk,
scientists, explorers letting...
Ever toss One Good Idea in the Sea of Fate
‘cause some kin or buddy said it had no weight?
When the next one came to tremble your soul,
those fingers of doubt only strangled it cold.
No diploma, certificate or college degree
was required to envision what your vision did see,
for the God within pulsed a light sublime,
that One Good Idea that was yours for the time.
It’s had civilization running after learning to walk;
babies making speeches after learning to talk,
scientists, explorers letting...
#identity
#confessional
#MyInspiration #myself
#MyInspiration #myself
60 reads
1 Comment
Namyh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2024 00:33am
23rd Feb 2024 00:33am
Go on Faith!
Go on Faith!
Scorched sand sizzled hot with a blister.
Rising heat sucked the air out the day
and the motionless Sun, like an unblinking eye,
poked bones and my brains in its way.
I buckled to my knees from exhaustion
and my face hit the sand full flat.
Without water, each breath was a dry pain hurting
and my blood thickened more from its lack.
A pump handle shimmered in the day’s heat
and I focused crawling to it ‘cross the land.
Hanging there was a sign “Go North five feet.
Dig for water in a box in the...
Scorched sand sizzled hot with a blister.
Rising heat sucked the air out the day
and the motionless Sun, like an unblinking eye,
poked bones and my brains in its way.
I buckled to my knees from exhaustion
and my face hit the sand full flat.
Without water, each breath was a dry pain hurting
and my blood thickened more from its lack.
A pump handle shimmered in the day’s heat
and I focused crawling to it ‘cross the land.
Hanging there was a sign “Go North five feet.
Dig for water in a box in the...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
54 reads
0 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 1:31pm
21st Feb 2024 1:31pm
audience participation
you're the silent type
...an observer
speaking only when it matters
and I've gotta tell you...
your style of articulation is the perfect lubrication
providing the sweetest glide
into my highly sensitized cortex
sweeping me into a sensual vortex
and I ache
...to discover the true depth of your keen poetic penetration
as you claim space
...inch by inch...
until the sensation leaves me weak
and slickened walls begin to squeeze
you've got me rising on each verb
sinking with each noun
your rhythm moving...
...an observer
speaking only when it matters
and I've gotta tell you...
your style of articulation is the perfect lubrication
providing the sweetest glide
into my highly sensitized cortex
sweeping me into a sensual vortex
and I ache
...to discover the true depth of your keen poetic penetration
as you claim space
...inch by inch...
until the sensation leaves me weak
and slickened walls begin to squeeze
you've got me rising on each verb
sinking with each noun
your rhythm moving...
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion #seductive
#passion #seductive
138 reads
12 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 1:56pm
20th Feb 2024 1:56pm
The Flea Trainer
The Flea Trainer
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
79 reads
5 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
19th Feb 2024 00:15am
19th Feb 2024 00:15am
Why I Write
My poems are disturbing
And quite difficult to read
They bare my mind, my soul
Where my demons are released
I speak out as a victim
As a voice of tragedy
I empathize with others
Let me tell you what I mean
I sit down with my phone
I open up my notes and stare
I start to type, begin to write
My mind then takes me there
It takes me to a depth
The destination is now darkness
Then evil thoughts begin to drop
I pull them like a harness
Sometimes the story is made up
Sometimes they’re about...
And quite difficult to read
They bare my mind, my soul
Where my demons are released
I speak out as a victim
As a voice of tragedy
I empathize with others
Let me tell you what I mean
I sit down with my phone
I open up my notes and stare
I start to type, begin to write
My mind then takes me there
It takes me to a depth
The destination is now darkness
Then evil thoughts begin to drop
I pull them like a harness
Sometimes the story is made up
Sometimes they’re about...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
190 reads
11 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 6:38pm
26th Nov 2023 6:38pm
Only you .
You know girl you got is so wrong . All those disappointments were not to take you down . Yes you have been bought to you knees with a trembling heart and eyes that found it hard to see in the dark searching on a hand to hold . All these things were there so you could find your voice your legs your hands mind and your own heart . In such a way that you know how precious and necessary it is to live a life even when it feels all askew when bottom is the top and the top the bottom and friends and family are few and how love can stab you in the back while in your romantic inclination your heart...
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#SelfWorth
97 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
One page I Write (OPIW)
The darkness
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
94 reads
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 1:08pm
30th Oct 2023 1:08pm
temperamental entity...
like any relationship
we have the occasional falling out
a temporary break, as it were
she crosses her proverbial arms
pretty little pout
one ethereal foot stomping
{picture a sprite in full tantrum}
and goes completely mute
all the while I'm pleading
trying to get her to see reason
but when she's in a mood...
nothing I can do
just give her space
walk away
...and wait
eventually she always returns
absolutely no contrition
simply beats me over the head
with her latest obsession
and I...
we have the occasional falling out
a temporary break, as it were
she crosses her proverbial arms
pretty little pout
one ethereal foot stomping
{picture a sprite in full tantrum}
and goes completely mute
all the while I'm pleading
trying to get her to see reason
but when she's in a mood...
nothing I can do
just give her space
walk away
...and wait
eventually she always returns
absolutely no contrition
simply beats me over the head
with her latest obsession
and I...
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
12 Comments
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