I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 1:35am
20th Aug 2022 1:35am
Flowing
Exiting into a gulf, we became engulf
Waves of pleasure and with so much force rolling over us
Maximized pleasure is considered a must
Our rivers are over flowing back into the mother source
Silt all in your hair, white foam in my beard
Dredging your depths as I scrape beneath your pier
Casting into the shallows because you're bedding
That's right pick it up with your mouth, this isn't a wedding
Take that tail and sweep the bed out
There's work to be done once you get caught
Ferrying up and down your stream
Run...
Waves of pleasure and with so much force rolling over us
Maximized pleasure is considered a must
Our rivers are over flowing back into the mother source
Silt all in your hair, white foam in my beard
Dredging your depths as I scrape beneath your pier
Casting into the shallows because you're bedding
That's right pick it up with your mouth, this isn't a wedding
Take that tail and sweep the bed out
There's work to be done once you get caught
Ferrying up and down your stream
Run...
#sex
#water
#nature #lover
#nature #lover
304 reads
3 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 1:49pm
11th Apr 2024 1:49pm
fluidity
11 of 30
beautifully Eerie...
as sunlight caresses ripples
stirred by a single launched pebble
gilded at the edges
golden in accentuation
like the rings of an ancient tree
highlighting inner beauty...
...of each step along life's journey
spreading ever outward
& that intrusion...
...tossed so unexpected...
...into a mirror still surface
changes the reflection
tis the nature of liquid-essence
you see...
water does not break upon stone...as they claim
ending right there...
...at the...
beautifully Eerie...
as sunlight caresses ripples
stirred by a single launched pebble
gilded at the edges
golden in accentuation
like the rings of an ancient tree
highlighting inner beauty...
...of each step along life's journey
spreading ever outward
& that intrusion...
...tossed so unexpected...
...into a mirror still surface
changes the reflection
tis the nature of liquid-essence
you see...
water does not break upon stone...as they claim
ending right there...
...at the...
#hope
#water
#nature #NaPoWriMo2024
#nature #NaPoWriMo2024
203 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
493 reads
11 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:22pm
5th Jan 2025 1:22pm
By the water...
I'm not gonna drown myself...
the sun is going down...
the guy who gave me a ride...
is pitching a tent for us -
I'm fucking him for the ride.
I just came down here to piss..
Not drown myself.
I only tried that once.
Figured I'd finish what...
my Mom once started!
I got too scared. Flashback.
He's calling me. Tent's up!
We didn't exchange names.
Body fluids are enough -
fair trade for the ride.
I'll probably just lay there.
I walked miles today.
I'm tired. I'll play dead.
Or, I could...
the sun is going down...
the guy who gave me a ride...
is pitching a tent for us -
I'm fucking him for the ride.
I just came down here to piss..
Not drown myself.
I only tried that once.
Figured I'd finish what...
my Mom once started!
I got too scared. Flashback.
He's calling me. Tent's up!
We didn't exchange names.
Body fluids are enough -
fair trade for the ride.
I'll probably just lay there.
I walked miles today.
I'm tired. I'll play dead.
Or, I could...
#dirty
#nature
#sex #water
#sex #water
225 reads
5 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 9:00pm
26th Jul 2021 9:00pm
Multi-faceted
Only in one direction,
the mountain waterfall rushes
It takes you to the world of oblivion,
Where dreams are like a masquerade
But he runs without stopping,
He is at the feet of the rugged mountains
Rocks twist ropes from him,
Appointing a sentence
The waterfall kisses the feet,
Pleasing the cold stone
He is looking for a way to her heart,
Because Love is so multi-faceted ...
the mountain waterfall rushes
It takes you to the world of oblivion,
Where dreams are like a masquerade
But he runs without stopping,
He is at the feet of the rugged mountains
Rocks twist ropes from him,
Appointing a sentence
The waterfall kisses the feet,
Pleasing the cold stone
He is looking for a way to her heart,
Because Love is so multi-faceted ...
#love
#water
#nature
586 reads
17 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 3:46pm
19th Oct 2019 3:46pm
Not Quite Haiku
III
Damp earth
between
toes
Fog rises
above the
face of
the pond
like ghost
escaping
daybreak
IV
Bowl full
of
cherries
Red sweet
memories
of us
covered
in pink
blossoms
Damp earth
between
toes
Fog rises
above the
face of
the pond
like ghost
escaping
daybreak
IV
Bowl full
of
cherries
Red sweet
memories
of us
covered
in pink
blossoms
#earth
#water
#gratitude
470 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
The Book of Things
They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
#sea
#water
#ShortStory
#learning
#wisdom
547 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Jul 2023 00:35am
15th Jul 2023 00:35am
the anglo dutch wars
the ships sailed up the river
and attacked the city, although,
as I said to pepys at the time,
you have to love their tulips ..
and attacked the city, although,
as I said to pepys at the time,
you have to love their tulips ..
#water
164 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
Besotted
Besotted .The word alone conjures a deep, expensive Cabernet, one that surrenders your shame and drips warm syrupy liquid into your cleavage. So seductive is it to be besotted that soon you are pouring wine over your head, requiring full immersion, guzzling this nectar of the gods until you drown. Drowning in Cabernet is a capitulation to exquisitely perfect men; the long-standing denizens of your tortured imagination.
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
#happiness
#love
#moon
#night
#water
347 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Today 6:51pm
Today 6:51pm
Mm... It's Hello Kitty To You, Always, My Love
Overt submissive gyrating words
A charismatic Blue Jay, smoothly, mentally, fucking a sexy Red Cardinal bird
Voices blending beautifully, overlapping
Back against seat flapping
Body convulsing, pussy vibrating for completion
Naked passion indulging, my essence trickling, sweeten dripping secretions
Down my clit, seat greeting
Dildo kissing soft folds
My voice wrapping around his hard dick as it tenderly consoles
Eyes...
A charismatic Blue Jay, smoothly, mentally, fucking a sexy Red Cardinal bird
Voices blending beautifully, overlapping
Back against seat flapping
Body convulsing, pussy vibrating for completion
Naked passion indulging, my essence trickling, sweeten dripping secretions
Down my clit, seat greeting
Dildo kissing soft folds
My voice wrapping around his hard dick as it tenderly consoles
Eyes...
#lover
#seductive
#sensual
#sun
#water
41 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
50 reads
0 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
477 reads
12 Comments
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