BDSM Poetry

[Killishandra]

Eh *shrug*

Sorry mine is a little sappy. It's not hardcore BDSM but it does have a D/s theme.

 

[Marquis]

Wow, that was amazing.

 

[Killishandra]

*has a crush on Marquis*

Wow, that was amazing.

*BLUSHING*

I am picking through some of my old poetry to try to find more that are of a subject appropriate to this thread....

 

[Killishandra]

Here is a harsher one.

I wrote this last year when a relationship that I'd wanted to be D/s fell through. Most of my poems rhyme, but the really angry ramblings tend not to.


CAGE me so I cannot fly!
BOUND me so I cannot move!
GAG me so I cannot speak!
I SCREAM in my head there is nothing you can do

HIT me with your fists
FUCK me so I cannot walk
ABUSE me till I think it's love

I am singing your praises
Like a bird born in a cage
Who thinks the bars are there to keep things out
And will never know the truth
And doesn’t want to

I am kissing you
Like a whore being paid
But who still
Enjoys it

I am asking you questions
And believing your lies
Like a child in Sunday school
Told that God has no mother
And beaten for asking

I am yearning for you
As if I had a right
To feel this way
After so much time has passed

Some semblance of morality
Keeps me constrained
Keeps me from finding you
Hunting you
Loving you

I want to open up your soul with a knife
Just to see what it looks like
Just to see if it’s the same color as mine
And if the hues don’t match
I will sew it back up again
Imperfectly

You are too much
Too much goodness it can’t be true
Too much wisdom
Too smart for me
And too stupid for yourself

 

[FuckDoll]

Ask me how i love you
And You shall hear me say
"i love you as the morning sky
loves the breaking of the day"
How the colors of the Sun’s first rays
Touch the blueness of her skin
And burst forth upon her body
Like His fire, from within
And oh to hear You say the words!
And feel Your touch upon my neck
Is something i would treasure
And wouldn’t soon forget
You wrap us up in blankets
That feel like fluffy clouds
And keep out other people
(Who wouldn’t be allowed)
And just like the Sun is golden
And hottest during noon
You, my Dom, shall be the Sun
And i will be your moon
And we will live out all our days
In a long-forgotten sky
With no one else to bother us
(Just you, my love, and i)

I don't normally enjoy poetry with a lot of end rhyme, but this was really beautiful. Perfect timing, and inspirational to boot. bravo.

 

[FuckDoll]

Raunch

Hard breath sounds in dim lit motel;
Deeper inside, intricate taut ropes pulling wide open.
Red lines on pale skin
left by leather (smell) of belt.
Hard, harder, over and over.
Broken and strained flesh for flesh,
remembering those dirty nights.
Down some dark anywhere,
lost in black and white and red.
Hot sexualized emotion boiling-- searing
through fibers of moans and groans.
Intense convulsions,
spasming nervous sensual energy.

 

[shy slave]

*Bump*

This is not a BDSM poem but it is one about sex than I can't get out of my mind at the moment.

Rhetorical Questions

How do you think I feel
when you make me talk to you
and won't let me stop
till the words turn into a moan?
Do you think I mind
when you put your hand over my mouth
and tell me not to move
so you can "hear" it happening?


And how do you think I like it
when you tell me what to do
and your mouth opens
and you look straight through me?
Do you think I mind
when the blank expression comes
and you set off alone
down the hall of collapsing columns?
Hugo Williams

 

[lassarina]

*bump*

 

[serijules]

I don't usually post my stuff here but....what the heck. The first and only BDSM poem I wrote for my Domme.


Pure by serijules


Her teeth, sinking into pale flesh;

Virgin flesh, saved for the one to whom I belong.

Screams push their way up and linger there, near silent,

forbidden exit by something so pure.

Submission overwhelms me...

pure pain



Her fingers, dancing across smoothed mound;

Owned flesh, parting solely for Ma'am

entertained by this slut.

The whimpers come easily,

desperate, denied satisfaction until permission.

Desire consumes me...

pure pleasure



Her blade, possessively cutting flesh;

Bleeding flesh, weeping for none

except she who controls.

my body writhes in bliss, quivering for more,

submitting so beautifully.

Content becomes me...

pure gratitude.



Her cane, painting red lines on white;

Marked flesh, only for the Mistress

who claims this girl.

Gasps turn to elated cries free of fear,

boundless, hurting completely for her.

Marks complete me...

pure emotion



Her voice, lovingly firm;

Trembling flesh, responding readily

to the sound of her orders.

Sweet demands to endure the pain, the pleasure,

whatever she gives, I willingly take.

Dominance controls me...

pure obedience.



Her collar, captured devotion;

Eternal flesh, forever belonging

to the one, the only.

Locked in her presence

a reminder wrought of steel;

the lone key in her possession.

Eternity declares me...

pure,

owned.

 

[leeroy jenkins]

I don't usually post my stuff here but....what the heck. The first and only BDSM poem I wrote for my Domme.


Pure by serijules


Her teeth, sinking into pale flesh;

Virgin flesh, saved for the one to whom I belong.

Screams push their way up and linger there, near silent,

forbidden exit by something so pure.

Submission overwhelms me...

pure pain



Her fingers, dancing across smoothed mound;

Owned flesh, parting solely for Ma'am

entertained by this slut.

The whimpers come easily,

desperate, denied satisfaction until permission.

Desire consumes me...

pure pleasure



Her blade, possessively cutting flesh;

Bleeding flesh, weeping for none

except she who controls.

my body writhes in bliss, quivering for more,

submitting so beautifully.

Content becomes me...

pure gratitude.



Her cane, painting red lines on white;

Marked flesh, only for the Mistress

who claims this girl.

Gasps turn to elated cries free of fear,

boundless, hurting completely for her.

Marks complete me...

pure emotion



Her voice, lovingly firm;

Trembling flesh, responding readily

to the sound of her orders.

Sweet demands to endure the pain, the pleasure,

whatever she gives, I willingly take.

Dominance controls me...

pure obedience.



Her collar, captured devotion;

Eternal flesh, forever belonging

to the one, the only.

Locked in her presence

a reminder wrought of steel;

the lone key in her possession.

Eternity declares me...

pure,

owned.

Very visual I can see it all Seri but I am so jealous, you make it seem so easy to write. May I ask how long it took you to write Pure??

 

[serijules]

Very visual I can see it all Seri but I am so jealous, you make it seem so easy to write. May I ask how long it took you to write Pure??

I either sit down and write it in a sitting or I don't write it at all. All my stories are like that too. If I have to force it or think about it too hard, I file it away in my brain until either it comes without effort, or it stays there forever. I remember feeling pleased when I finished writing it because I had a whim to write a poem, and thus, I wrote a poem. It was an accomplished feeling.

However, there is a reason why there isn't really a whole lot of content on my site despite how long it has been up

Sometimes that is annoying though, as I WANT to write something, but I put so much pressure on myself that it never comes about.

 

[Caitlynne]

Almost Paradise

Oh, I've never seen this thread... I actually fool around with prose and poetry quite a bit... here is one piece...

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Almost Paradise
by Cait​

I arrived at the party on time, I know I did. I had on my prettiest dress and a brand new pair of shoes. I had my invitation in my hand, and I was excited as I hurried up the steps to the mansion. I was on my way to meet him in Paradise.

I knocked on the door. The small window opened. I smiled and showed my invitation. A voice spoke. "Your invitation is no longer valid", he said with a calm and deliberate voice. "Go away, I have my orders, you are not allowed in Paradise."

I panicked and knocked on the door again, but the window never opened, and no voice answered my plea. I walked around to the French windows off the main ball room to look inside. I pressed my nose against the window pane and watched the couples dance. I listened to the music, and began to cry. So close to Paradise; so close.

I saw him dance by with another. I watched as he held her tight and whispered in her ear. I watched her smile and blush. I saw his happiness, and knew in an instant the reason why I was not in his arms. I could never bring that smile to his face. I could see why he had kept me from Paradise.

As I watched from the terrace, one woman after another fell into his arms. Each more beautiful than the last. Each brought her own charm, and made him smile. Through tears, of both pain and joy, I smiled too. Even if I was on the outside looking in, he was happy in Paradise.

The music suddenly stopped and the room went silent. I held my breath as I watched each woman be stripped of her clothes, then tied up in the most beautiful bondage. The toys, whips, and floggers emerged from leather bags. Men began to take their pleasure, as women sang their song of love. Paradise called to me, but I could not answer.

I placed my hand on the window and watched while the dampness dripped between my legs. The excitement grew, along with the pain of knowing I would never dance in that room. I would never walk naked to the rack. I would never be complete until he opened the door to Paradise.

I turned my head away from the sight before me. The tears falling in earnest as the emotions overwhelmed and tormented me. The acceptance that I was outside the door. That I would always be denied entrance. That he would hold his hand out to many, but never me. Paradise was to be shared with others, not me.

I turn to take one last look through the window. I saw him turn towards me in recognition. He walked towards the door, and my heart leapt in the hope that he would open it and invite me in. But he only smiled as he closed the drapes, leaving me locked out of Paradise--Forever.

 

[Blushing Bottom]

A little ditty:



Bound in silken cords, she kneels before his lust.
Eyes cast down posture is perfect
All sharp angles and soft, soft curves
Her breathing now ragged
Her heart it skips a beat
In him she has placed her trust.

The time surely comes for her uses to be made known
He smiles down at her trying so very hard to please
Her naked body covered with a glowing, dancing sheen
Her breathing now ragged
Herself she does not own.

He takes her and molds her to find the perfect match
Eyes now half lidded
Her heart it skips a beat
Soon..she is coming. She is open
He at last has found the latch.

 

[raven2]

A little ditty:



Bound in silken cords, she kneels before his lust.
Eyes cast down posture is perfect
All sharp angles and soft, soft curves
Her breathing now ragged
Her heart it skips a beat
In him she has placed her trust.

The time surely comes for her uses to be made known
He smiles down at her trying so very hard to please
Her naked body covered with a glowing, dancing sheen
Her breathing now ragged
Herself she does not own.

He takes her and molds her to find the perfect match
Eyes now half lidded
Her heart it skips a beat
Soon..she is coming. She is open
He at last has found the latch.

That is great, BB.

 

[angelsrose]

I have been bound and not by lies
For their is truth that escapes
As the ties bound me
Bruising the flesh that i
once thought deniable
You leave me in darkness complete,
i cannot here over the tone of music blasting in my ears
i can not see for my eyes have been bound by your love
i can not move for my limbs have been removed of my own will
that i have given to you
for you to use as though
i am someone you picked up off the street
your whore you call me
and that i am
i am your whore
because i have asked this of you
to be taken into your arms
and not fear the slap of you hand leaving bruises on my cold forgien body
i did not know this was a life i was content to live
nor did i know how to ask for what is is you have given
you left me tied in the darkness
for minutes that ticked by as though hours
i sat not testing the ropes that bind my love to you
as the ropes slowly faded and i realized you were not to return
you were tired of me
as though i could feel the same of you
i was left in the darkness that you created around me
a place where i thrived at you gentle command and screamed
as i counted each
slap on my ass that you gave me
when you felt i needed to be punished,
it was really my reward

you left me with the rope in my hand,
kissing me farewell
i will always be your whore
i will always remember the nights
where i lay at your feet
ready to do your bidding
for you were my first in ways
that i was yours.
i was tied up by the love the rope had left me
with no room to move,
we were bound to one another.

i bow my head to say goodbye
following your last command i rode you hard
as though i could regain the freedom
i thought i had before
we ever thought to begin.



i wrote this about

 

[leeroy jenkins]

I like girls who

wield a wicked wip across my nipples
cause exquisite pain with a crop
leave red stripes across my ass
let was drip on and cover me like beads of sweat
roam my body with their magic wants
shave my crotch with deft skill until I's utterly bald
wraps my body up in a skin tight wrap
uses cold hard steel to expose all of me
have praticed shibari and perfected its artform
find uncommone uses from common objects
use any method to gain my obedience

Ok please be kind and rewind and o yes if you like it drop me a line

 

[SympliG0thic]

Sympli Puppet

I am only human, only a beast.
If one would dare to give me such credit.
In simpler terms even more, I am only a puppet.

Every puppet must have a puppet master.
To pull the strings and make them perform.
Only if she has satisfied the audience,
Has she then pleased her master.

I lay here, old, withered, and in desprate need of a new face.
Time has destroyed me.
I layed in the darkness, in waste.

Paint me, dress me, and resew my strings.
Make them taut and make them short,
Only then can I perform with the very flicker of your hand.

Perfectly, acurately. Never to miss a beat.

Then thrust me forth into your box, your world.
Send me to perform.
I will dance and entertain until you say I'm threw.
Until I have satisfied you.

I lay here, Puppet Master, waiting for you.

 

[SympliG0thic]

A Collection of Old

Symply Stated
When does the world stop falling?
When does the heart stop breaking?
When will we be okay?
When we learn to let go.

Mirror Me
In the mirror I see
A woman too blind to see,
The truth that lies deep inside.
She is slave
She is free
Why does the mirror reflect the heart inside?
Mirror me!
This was written years back when I was put through "mirror" trainning.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Bumping and thanks to AA for finding it for me.

 

[lne_iii]

Not bdsm related...

Nor Lit related really, but I was pointed here by ADR (thanks!)...

I write sometimes, though not nearly as often as I used to...

Tell me what you think?

LNE
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Perspicuous Genocide

Have you ever lost your mind?
Did you find it again?
Have you ever found someone elses?
What was in it?
Give it back.

I haven’t lost my mind, I’ve simply forgotten where I put it.
I never forgot where my emotions were, I simply hid them for a long time.
Somewhere, far beyond my realm of mortal thought, everything melds together.
We love, We hate, we cry, we smile, we feel.

Frowning into the mirror, putting on our armor…it will not protect us.
Pretending not to feel will not PROTECT YOU.
It will kill you from the inside out.
For, when we pretend not to feel, we focus more on our feelings.
‘Suppressing’ all feeling is not at all possible.
Had we not suffered, pleasure would be a foreign concept.

Fires burning within, so cold…
They cannot save you.
No one is immune to the feeling,
Mind over matter they say,
If you don’t mind then it doesn’t matter.
EVERYTHING MATTERS!
Get over yourself. You’re human like the rest of us.
We cannot live if we do not feel, we cannot die if we do not live.
Live! Love! Hurt! Burn! Hate! Cry! SCREAM! SMILE! FEEL!
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Inner Vision

Two, two, a sword and a pen…
It is with these that revolutions begin.
The brute force of an idea cannot be quelled.

Everything has it’s time…
Everything has a purpose!
The time for rebirth is now.
Our movement will not stray from its purpose.

Our credo, our mission statement…
Is to end the systems of thought that lead to hatred, to war, to injustice.
These cyclic displays of despotism will come to an end.
We will be heard.

If it seems that no one is listening…
Perhaps we are not being loud enough.
All our lives we’ve been told to be quiet.
The time for being quiet has passed.

Do actions really speak louder than words?
Does anything get done if we do not speak at all?

Those who seek truth and justice will find it.
Those who wield the pen will spread truth to the masses.
Those who wield the sword will bring justice to the guilty.
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Checkmate

Cursor, Cursor on my screen…
Blink Blink Blink.
It drives me mad.
“Say Something!” It screams at me.
“I’m THINKING!” I scream back.

Yet it persists.
Blinking.
Blink Blink Blink.
It’s a battle I cannot win.
Lose? Never. It’s an everlasting game of chess.
Perpetual strategy.
No time clocks.
An infinite amount of pieces.

It will never tire.
I will never surrender.
A truly eternal battle.

I eventually have to stop writing.

...Difference is…

I can turn my opponent off.

Woosha.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Nor Lit related really, but I was pointed here by ADR (thanks!)...

I write sometimes, though not nearly as often as I used to...

Tell me what you think?

LNE

‘Suppressing’ all feeling is not at all possible.
Had we not suffered, pleasure would be a foreign concept.

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Inner Vision...

It is with these that revolutions begin.
The brute force of an idea cannot be quelled.

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I eventually have to stop writing.

...Difference is…

I can turn my opponent off.

Woosha.[/i]

Very nice stuff. I love the lines that I quoted here.

This thread may not give you all the feedback you want/need but it does get your stuff read. And really, that's what we all want, I think: To have our words recognized.

Keep writing!!! You convey yourself well.

 

[KestralWolfe]

It's great to see this thread still survives ^_^

 

[nh23]

My first poem

......

 

[WriterDom]

Shouldn't this be a cafe candidate?
not that I'm worried about its fate
but it could be moved with just a click
to the forum of fun and purple dicks

 

[nh23]

???

I'm very new here so I'm not sure what you mean.... did I post in the wrong place? or maybe you just think it sucks?