Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 11:18pm
16th Mar 2025 11:18pm
She loves the taste of scrotum
#dirty
#food
#marriage
#orgasm
#wife
145 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:51pm
13th Dec 2024 3:51pm
GET OUT OF MY LIFE
Let's take a moment to analyze, as we reflect upon the uncrossing, of our history and life 💖 together. 🤔 For sure I have been very grateful enough to know when it's over and done , between us but yet I truly wonder is it really over between us. 🤨. For it is true that we have so much history together, it would be a shame to watch it go away and never truly return. 😔 Yet I know it would be best for me and you, being that we are always fighting and arguing back to back and going at each other like cats and dogs. 🤨 Almost to the point of no return from...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#lover
#marriage
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Betty
Poem Published
20th Jul 2022 1:49am
20th Jul 2022 1:49am
indisposed
my nipples hardened
at the
unmistakable
sound of
madness
it takes
that some days
it takes
the fine shine
of unpredictability
to remind me
how
gentle
love
is
at the
unmistakable
sound of
madness
it takes
that some days
it takes
the fine shine
of unpredictability
to remind me
how
gentle
love
is
#love
#marriage
493 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 5:40am
17th Oct 2021 5:40am
In Her Sexual Prime
#lust
#marriage
#erotic #dirty
#erotic #dirty
808 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 9:58pm
11th Oct 2019 9:58pm
Footsteps
( For David in memory of Lisa )
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
—Emily Dickinson
You are not alone
gestating in that cocoon—
fat from summer leaves of grief
I have not forgotten
her footsteps either—
mortar to a family of bricks
solidly weathered into their own
structure of wedded life
Our 41 year-old friendship
in an ultra-conservative city
excommunicating free thinkers...
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
—Emily Dickinson
You are not alone
gestating in that cocoon—
fat from summer leaves of grief
I have not forgotten
her footsteps either—
mortar to a family of bricks
solidly weathered into their own
structure of wedded life
Our 41 year-old friendship
in an ultra-conservative city
excommunicating free thinkers...
#love
#grief
#marriage
#friendship
#death
1331 reads
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 4:17pm
16th Sep 2024 4:17pm
maturity
uncertain fate frightens me
never afraid in my youth
spin the wheel of dreams
visions speak for me
in the unveiled future
turn the key and open a door for me
the misty water seems cast against me
guilty confession I feel like it's my fault
no matter the case
maturity is taking responsibility for yourself
tit for Tat is a kids' game and it has no place in love
broken-hearted. I broke my own heart trying to get even
death couldn't come sooner
hateful curse I hurt myself
he seems immune to my...
never afraid in my youth
spin the wheel of dreams
visions speak for me
in the unveiled future
turn the key and open a door for me
the misty water seems cast against me
guilty confession I feel like it's my fault
no matter the case
maturity is taking responsibility for yourself
tit for Tat is a kids' game and it has no place in love
broken-hearted. I broke my own heart trying to get even
death couldn't come sooner
hateful curse I hurt myself
he seems immune to my...
#marriage
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5 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 7:21pm
10th Jul 2024 7:21pm
just rip it off already
she called me one night
outta nowhere
said she got my number from my aunt
{that's a whole other fucked up ball of wax right there}
& did I know how to reach him
she was desperate
any day now she was expecting
{...his...twins...}
not at all surprised
I sighed
listened to her tell how he'd tried to shoot her
shaking my head in disbelief
because even then...she stayed
abuse is a crushing iron fist
I get it
{that one especially}
as she sobbed about how he vanished
not long after their...
outta nowhere
said she got my number from my aunt
{that's a whole other fucked up ball of wax right there}
& did I know how to reach him
she was desperate
any day now she was expecting
{...his...twins...}
not at all surprised
I sighed
listened to her tell how he'd tried to shoot her
shaking my head in disbelief
because even then...she stayed
abuse is a crushing iron fist
I get it
{that one especially}
as she sobbed about how he vanished
not long after their...
#deception
#LifeStruggles
#marriage #MovingOn
#marriage #MovingOn
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8 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 5:47pm
4th Feb 2025 5:47pm
WHATEVER THE AGE
Whatever the age,
the blood can still rage
when time is taken
for some bed shakin'.
Or for some quickie
where/when the chance be.
You can still have fun
while kids outside run
in other folks' care
while sex time you share.
Keep intimacy
fresh as a daisy.
Experimenting,
and reinventing
the joint repertoire
in married boudoir
or ooh lah lah
in back of the car.
the blood can still rage
when time is taken
for some bed shakin'.
Or for some quickie
where/when the chance be.
You can still have fun
while kids outside run
in other folks' care
while sex time you share.
Keep intimacy
fresh as a daisy.
Experimenting,
and reinventing
the joint repertoire
in married boudoir
or ooh lah lah
in back of the car.
#erotic
#marriage
#passion
#relationships
#sex
222 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:41pm
25th Sep 2024 6:41pm
Husband to Wife
Middle of the night
She's having a hot flash
I dry her back
Always ask if she needs help
Drying the front
She declines
I tell her to remind me
To feel her up later
No answer
I'll attempt it anyway
She's got a great rack
She's having a hot flash
I dry her back
Always ask if she needs help
Drying the front
She declines
I tell her to remind me
To feel her up later
No answer
I'll attempt it anyway
She's got a great rack
#CharlesBukowski
#EECummings
#LifeAsAWriter
#lust
#marriage
217 reads
20 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 3:05am
21st Feb 2025 3:05am
Cruel to be kind is BS
Couple I passed on my morning walk.
She says from her spot about five steps behind him " you don't want to help yourself do you, you like playing the victim".He trudged on, head down and crestfallen.Im sure he was crying inside
I found the content and tone of her words rather cruel,others may not.
All I know about love (and that's very little) is that you don't cause any deliberate harm to your other half.
Words used to harm are the cruellest of all weapons.
She says from her spot about five steps behind him " you don't want to help yourself do you, you like playing the victim".He trudged on, head down and crestfallen.Im sure he was crying inside
I found the content and tone of her words rather cruel,others may not.
All I know about love (and that's very little) is that you don't cause any deliberate harm to your other half.
Words used to harm are the cruellest of all weapons.
#marriage
83 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:35am
5th Mar 2025 9:35am
Nitid Together
I'd like to fly a mylar kite
of argent spar and silken string
in lunar zenith moonbeam flight
and watch its tinsel tail fling
a scintillation here and there
upon a clear and breezy night
of scintillation friendly air
astir in angel wing delight.
And by such a heaven as this
hearts would sigh in midsummer bliss
or seek another balmy kiss
in some romantic genesis...
where rekindled honeymoon love,
might scintillate...more than above!
of argent spar and silken string
in lunar zenith moonbeam flight
and watch its tinsel tail fling
a scintillation here and there
upon a clear and breezy night
of scintillation friendly air
astir in angel wing delight.
And by such a heaven as this
hearts would sigh in midsummer bliss
or seek another balmy kiss
in some romantic genesis...
where rekindled honeymoon love,
might scintillate...more than above!
#marriage
#moon
#sky #wind
#sky #wind
155 reads
16 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 1:26pm
18th Oct 2024 1:26pm
Man
Man, the softness of your presence
like rain that awakens the aroma of the earth.
Your essence penetrates deeply
in the roots of my soul, nourishing.
The days are adorned by your scrumptious joy
where every moment shared is a feast for the spirit.
You are the warmth of the sun on winter days
a beacon guiding through the darkness.
You dwell in me not as a guest
but as an integral part of who I am.
Your smiles echo in my memories
drawing serene landscapes in my thoughts.
You are the calm in the chaos, the gentle...
like rain that awakens the aroma of the earth.
Your essence penetrates deeply
in the roots of my soul, nourishing.
The days are adorned by your scrumptious joy
where every moment shared is a feast for the spirit.
You are the warmth of the sun on winter days
a beacon guiding through the darkness.
You dwell in me not as a guest
but as an integral part of who I am.
Your smiles echo in my memories
drawing serene landscapes in my thoughts.
You are the calm in the chaos, the gentle...
#husband
#love
#marriage
#men
#mirror
200 reads
10 Comments
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