Narrative Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#narrative
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 7:36pm
18th Oct 2024 7:36pm
Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
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44 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
Jiffy Boob
it's the type of appointment
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
#women
#narrative
#funny #responsibility
#funny #responsibility
508 reads
14 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
Jiffy Boob
it's the type of appointment
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
#women
#narrative
#funny #responsibility
#funny #responsibility
508 reads
14 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
Jiffy Boob
it's the type of appointment
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
#women
#narrative
#funny #responsibility
#funny #responsibility
508 reads
14 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
Jiffy Boob
it's the type of appointment
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
#women
#narrative
#funny #responsibility
#funny #responsibility
508 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Life Lesson Part 7 UK (f**king Ang)
It has been a while since I wrote a life lesson. I want to remind you that the year is 1989. I just made it back to the UK because my mother was not in the mood to deal with me.
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
#narrative
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11 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
200 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
200 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
200 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
200 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
96 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
96 reads
9 Comments
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