Sensual metaphors

[quietpoet]

Not really sensual

though there are sensual references. HOWEVER, I'm not sure where to post this! I didn't want to resurrect my "Where are we going" thread since it died a peaceful death a few months ago. So Blue, ET, Rhymefairy, and Sweet Georgia Peaches, and all of the rest of you that I love, I will post this here and it may show up tonight/tomorrow on my posts...

QP

"Of Broken Planets and Bitter Hearts"

You wonder why challenges grow,
like Kudzu in cool Georgia nights,
‘till love falters into quiet desperation,
cold sheets awaiting broken dreams.

Pensively you study yesterday’s headlines,
blurred between anger and frustration,
discontentment roots twisted fibers
between compelling, divergent authorities.

Cool water flows silently through
burgeoning societies, giving life,
while silently receiving man’s effluvium,
forgotten momentarily, here, today.

Downstream, once proud tributary
reduced to a rancid trickle,
life’s corpses collecting bottle flies
as village degenerates, minds are washed.

Caught in battles for higher purpose
you are the loser, you who cry for sustenance,
love, tiniest suggestion of hope,
power brokers casually forget hyped promises.

Hopelessness flies through black nights,
crow’s feet frame idealistic green eyes;
empty lust joins forever lonely souls
in ritualistic couplings, momentary peace.

Touch me today, enjoy, tomorrow was sold
to corporate greed, blazoning neon
phoniness pixel by pixel, flushing today
down the china bowls of a wasted future…

 

[My Erotic Tale]

though there are sensual references. HOWEVER, I'm not sure where to post this! I didn't want to resurrect my "Where are we going" thread since it died a peaceful death a few months ago. So Blue, ET, Rhymefairy, and Sweet Georgia Peaches, and all of the rest of you that I love, I will post this here and it may show up tonight/tomorrow on my posts...

QP

"Of Broken Planets and Bitter Hearts"

You wonder why challenges grow,
like Kudzu in cool Georgia nights,
‘till love falters into quiet desperation,
cold sheets awaiting broken dreams.

Pensively you study yesterday’s headlines,
blurred between anger and frustration,
discontentment roots twisted fibers
between compelling, divergent authorities.

Cool water flows silently through
burgeoning societies, giving life,
while silently receiving man’s effluvium,
forgotten momentarily, here, today.

Downstream, once proud tributary
reduced to a rancid trickle,
life’s corpses collecting bottle flies
as village degenerates, minds are washed.

Caught in battles for higher purpose
you are the loser, you who cry for sustenance,
love, tiniest suggestion of hope,
power brokers casually forget hyped promises.

Hopelessness flies through black nights,
crow’s feet frame idealistic green eyes;
empty lust joins forever lonely souls
in ritualistic couplings, momentary peace.

Touch me today, enjoy, tomorrow was sold
to corporate greed, blazoning neon
phoniness pixel by pixel, flushing today
down the china bowls of a wasted future…

wow....nice poem (~_~)

 

[quietpoet]

Love the metaphors here

This one causes one to break out the dictionary! Me thinks that the spellcheck changed a woody to something else!!! Great, creative write!!!

qp

Trapped into cages of
mindless series of misfortunate events,
chasing validation,
accepting pseudo sycophancy
from peeled threads of a mannequin
while a greystoned hard on
is consumed
by Morriganian minions

 

[My Erotic Tale]

This one causes one to break out the dictionary! Me thinks that the spellcheck changed a woody to something else!!! Great, creative write!!!

qp

I don't use the dictionary, it takes too long.

I make up meanings for the words <grin>

Originally Posted by bluerains

Trapped into cages of
mindless series of misfortunate events,
chasing validation,
accepting pseudo sycophancy............ <<< self colored psychedelic
from peeled threads of a mannequin <<< a man that can
while a greystoned hard on ................<<< grey rock
is consumed .........................................>>>> cum sumed
by Morriganian minions >>>>>>>>> morgan horse chit chat <grin


you think that's weird ask temple, I like to watch asian movies with asian words, I turn the sound off and make up what they should say <bigrin>

 

[bluerains]

um...sorry sweetpea...

but, your gonna need a bit of homework on this one...don't think anyone would get this one as its about a person and their nafarious ways....

I don't use the dictionary, it takes too long.

I make up meanings for the words <grin>

Originally Posted by bluerains

Trapped into cages of
mindless series of misfortunate events,
chasing validation,
accepting pseudo sycophancy............ <<< self colored psychedelic
from peeled threads of a mannequin <<< a man that can
while a greystoned hard on ................<<< grey rock
is consumed .........................................>>>> cum sumed
by Morriganian minions >>>>>>>>> morgan horse chit chat <grin


you think that's weird ask temple, I like to watch asian movies with asian words, I turn the sound off and make up what they should say <bigrin>

 

[My Erotic Tale]

sweet pea

I love that lil guy <grin>
RF told me a funny story about <someone> eatin spinach
to get ready for fightin just the other day <grin>

of course who don't think olive oil aint sexy <bigrin>


lmao >> cartoons and homework in the same night <grin>
it is said that we really don't grow up <smile>

 

[bluerains]

Elemental Things

Each evening,
a little more marrow
dissolves into shapes of a dreamer
who swims into twilight talons
of wood creatures,
rooted by the hillside,
gathering birdsongs and butterfly wings.

They tangle and weep through their hallowed ground
within innocent saplings, as if daring to hide
glamour from the sun.

 

[angel_face019]

hi!

Hi!

 

[bluerains]

I can see you, watching me by the shoreline.
A grin in the corner of your mouth,
watching me watching you as if eyes
could be the motion for me to come closer,
where the dim glow of your body
gently sways into the sunset.
Sighing, I am pulled into
your snuggling warmth and desire
as our lips greet the twilight.
We fall into the rushing wind
as it carries us onto
the blanket of heaven.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I can see you, watching me by the shoreline.
A grin in the corner of your mouth,
watching me watching you as if eyes
could be the motion for me to come closer,
where the dim glow of your body
gently sways into the sunset.
Sighing, I am pulled into
your snuggling warmth and desire
as our lips greet the twilight.
We fall into the rushing wind
as it carries us onto
the blanket of heaven.

grins yes, grins !
as I am pulled
into
his essence.
heart wraps
warped into souls windblown
waves. Pushing, pulling
letting go? Never !!

home
shoes off, feet up
pillowed in
as eyes dreamily close.

heartbeat breaths slowly
dissipate
as my shrunken mind
smiles its happiness.

legions
of beaming light rays
sensuously ricochet off
tha walls
of our place.
at home, in his
arms,
cuddled in ...

 

[quietpoet]

I thought this was pretty good... but any help?

Coming Home


Somehow it all feels different,
opressive Florida heat, not so hot,
heavy tropical deluge, just rain.

Patterns of living, once hidden,
now showing face in daily life,
allowing discernment and change.

Once a smile was just a smile,
something seen but not recognized
for the joy behind the motions.

Clean essence of ocean breeze
teases wide open senses,
reminding of why we are here.

Clouds float gently 'cross blue sky;
imagination wanders with eyes,
lost with nature's shapeshifters.

A dolphin gracefully slices the blue,
at one with the world of her creation;
this heart, now full, caresses the joy.


QP

 

[bluerains]

ty..for the oldie..

Coming Home


Somehow it all feels different,
opressive Florida heat, not so hot,
heavy tropical deluge, just rain.

Patterns of living, once hidden,
now showing face in daily life,
allowing discernment and change.

Once a smile was just a smile,
something seen but not recognized
for the joy behind the motions.

Clean essence of ocean breeze
teases wide open senses,
reminding of why we are here.

Clouds float gently 'cross blue sky;
imagination wanders with eyes,
lost with nature's shapeshifters.

A dolphin gracefully slices the blue,
at one with the world of her creation;
this heart, now full, caresses the joy.


QP

glad you noticed my touched by the sea one Wrote after our days of courting..

tis nice sometimes to remember the past ..and yet...

~~~~~~~~
Kinesthesia Recall

Blending morsels of words;
struggling with disseminated DOTS
layered within faulty afterthoughts.

Draining remnants of sensual bliss
between each linear line
bottled into our musing rhyme.

Why do we need such semblance of us
papered in patchworks of reproduction?

 

[My Erotic Tale]

blue~

a quiet poet
sits by the sea
blue

lapping
slapping
water upon the rocks
a poets pen drew

images
of tranquility
literally
grew

blue

 

[bluerains]

wet eyes...

blue~

a quiet poet
sits by the sea
blue

lapping
slapping
water upon the rocks
a poets pen drew

images
of tranquility
literally
grew

blue

can only sigh...in blue...

 

[bluerains]

wet eyes bleed this eve
for my poet friend Nobleman..
a stroke ..
a candle dimmed
can we
just spin
a crack in the seam
and bring
to him
a miracle as if
we are the wonder
of all Gods

 

[bluerains]

Orbits

Living love is like
water mirroring water,
soul reflecting soul
yet I am but its shadow of
reflected destiny
ever remaining
the lamp of a dreamer
without eyes to see
however I was loved.

 

[bluerains]

Crystal Rainbows

You gathered my song
from colors of dimensional pathways,
composed in weeping rains.

You breathed upon my inner labyrinth*
a second skin;
I wrapped you round my
exposed roots and love grew
a new concert.

Into one musical movement
we danced upon concrete walls
with no marbled halls
spun from celestial heartbeats
where our symbiotic voices once
vibrated in tune with the symphony.

 

[quietpoet]

One of your best, IMHO

You gathered my song
from colors of dimensional pathways,
composed in weeping rains.

You breathed upon my inner labyrinth*
a second skin;
I wrapped you round my
exposed roots and love grew
a new concert.

Into one musical movement
we danced upon concrete walls
with no marbled halls
spun from celestial heartbeats
where our symbiotic voices once
vibrated in tune with the symphony.

This is great! It should be posted! Here is my sensual metaphor for the day, week, month, year etc....

In Your Voice

Sinspiration beckons,
words jubilantly spray invectives
across my maleness, in stereo.

Poetic words engorge
tubular flesh, dancing fingers
release rhyme inflicted bondage.

Thrusting mouth coats me
with immortal energy;
lower mind takes control.

Brain teeters on chasm’s edge,
eruptions imminent…

QP

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Originally Posted by bluerains
You gathered my song
from colors of dimensional pathways,
composed in weeping rains.

You breathed upon my inner labyrinth*
a second skin;
I wrapped you round my
exposed roots and love grew
a new concert.

Into one musical movement
we danced upon concrete walls
with no marbled halls
spun from celestial heartbeats
where our symbiotic voices once
vibrated in tune with the symphony.

This is great! It should be posted! Here is my sensual metaphor for the day, week, month, year etc....

In Your Voice

Sinspiration beckons,
words jubilantly spray invectives
across my maleness, in stereo.

Poetic words engorge
tubular flesh, dancing fingers
release rhyme inflicted bondage.

Thrusting mouth coats me
with immortal energy;
lower mind takes control.

Brain teeters on chasm’s edge,
eruptions imminent…

QP

I too...
am a 'fan'
of the blue Quiet Poet

nice write you two

 

[bluerains]

ty ..QP and MET...

for keeping this wee thread alive...so here is a new view 42U....tis a work in progress...

I’ll admit oft times
to thinking how many
ways can I spell flesh
sculpting porn spin
without my petticoats
turning red...


things to say like
Ride that lightning cock
'til the thunder roars
or make me one of Neruda’s
whores

or would you like to lick
a little pink juiced pulp
from the fruit of my cum...

but , then there you are
that halo shining dim
reminding me
that tis better to have
a show but, its even better
not to tell...

 

[quietpoet]

Better not tell!

I won't tell, if you won't! I think that a common thread in porn is the "silent aspect". If you made a porno, would you send a full copy to your Mom, just your action scenes, or not tell her at all (until your incredible bj's became fabulously famous and you feared your neighbor (the boy next door) would find your lovely tush online in some provocative pose?

I like your thought process here, but I would change the last verse. It is ambiguous!

qp

for keeping this wee thread alive...so here is a new view 42U....tis a work in progress...

I’ll admit oft times
to thinking how many
ways can I spell flesh
sculpting porn spin
without my petticoats
turning red...


things to say like
Ride that lightning cock
'til the thunder roars
or make me one of Neruda’s
whores

or would you like to lick
a little pink juiced pulp
from the fruit of my cum...

but , then there you are
that halo shining dim
reminding me
that tis better to have
a show but, its even better
not to tell...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

an oldie but goodie ...I recall <grin>

Cindy's Scare Crow
by My Erotic Tale ©

Down the rows
in a field of corn
Cindy can be found
practicing porn

It's her dream
to be a porn queen
so she acts out
her favorite scene.

With no man around
Cindy has found
the scare crow won't
let her down.

Raising her hand
to her forehead
Cindy dramatically
begins to beg.

"Fuck me scare crow
and fuck me hard.
You know what I want
to be a porn star."

She unbuttoned her blouse
slow and sensual
Licking her lips
at the scare crows potential

Cupping her breast
she nipped at her nipples
Then let the blouse
fall sexually simple

She brushed back her pigtails
curled a farm girl smile.
Cindy's shorts fell
now the clothes were in a pile

Naked she strolled
towards the staked man
With her strap-on
in her hand.

She fastened it to
the still Scare Crow
shaking the penis
as if it would grow.

Then wrapped her arms
around the straw man
hiked her leg
and soon began humping.

"Oh Yes,"
she blurted out
then kissed him
as if he had a mouth.

Driving thrusts
she pumped at it
Her strange lover
that had a nice fit.

"Fuck me Scare Crow,
fuck me hard."
Cindy screamed
reading her script card.

Pulling straw
in feverish grasps
she pretended
he had a nice ass.

Jerking and thrashing
at the Scare Crows post.
She pressed harder
to get the most.

Then she quivered
and started to cum.
Down her leg
her juices run.

Hugging Scare Crow
with a death grip
Cindy's hand
reached to her slit.

Savoring her flavor
then offered him some.
Cindy smiled
tasting her cum.

She took the strap-on
and back to her clothes
then said to him
as she arose.

"Tomorrow I'll
put you back together,
and maybe we
will play with a feather."

Then she snickered
and blew him a kiss.
as she began
to get dressed.

She walked to the house
down the corn's row
thinking about her lover
The Scare Crow.

 

[quietpoet]

Woo Hoo!

I loved it ET. The "Fuck me Scarecrow" part reminded me of the movie Bad Santa where the gf keeps on saying "Fuck me Santa". In our little world, that is our favorite part of one of our favorite movies...

qp

an oldie but goodie ...I recall <grin>

Cindy's Scare Crow
by My Erotic Tale ©

Down the rows
in a field of corn
Cindy can be found
practicing porn

It's her dream
to be a porn queen
so she acts out
her favorite scene.

With no man around
Cindy has found
the scare crow won't
let her down.

Raising her hand
to her forehead
Cindy dramatically
begins to beg.

"Fuck me scare crow
and fuck me hard.
You know what I want
to be a porn star."

She unbuttoned her blouse
slow and sensual
Licking her lips
at the scare crows potential

Cupping her breast
she nipped at her nipples
Then let the blouse
fall sexually simple

She brushed back her pigtails
curled a farm girl smile.
Cindy's shorts fell
now the clothes were in a pile

Naked she strolled
towards the staked man
With her strap-on
in her hand.

She fastened it to
the still Scare Crow
shaking the penis
as if it would grow.

Then wrapped her arms
around the straw man
hiked her leg
and soon began humping.

"Oh Yes,"
she blurted out
then kissed him
as if he had a mouth.

Driving thrusts
she pumped at it
Her strange lover
that had a nice fit.

"Fuck me Scare Crow,
fuck me hard."
Cindy screamed
reading her script card.

Pulling straw
in feverish grasps
she pretended
he had a nice ass.

Jerking and thrashing
at the Scare Crows post.
She pressed harder
to get the most.

Then she quivered
and started to cum.
Down her leg
her juices run.

Hugging Scare Crow
with a death grip
Cindy's hand
reached to her slit.

Savoring her flavor
then offered him some.
Cindy smiled
tasting her cum.

She took the strap-on
and back to her clothes
then said to him
as she arose.

"Tomorrow I'll
put you back together,
and maybe we
will play with a feather."

Then she snickered
and blew him a kiss.
as she began
to get dressed.

She walked to the house
down the corn's row
thinking about her lover
The Scare Crow.

 

[bluerains]

thought about it..ur right..how's this

I won't tell, if you won't! I think that a common thread in porn is the "silent aspect". If you made a porno, would you send a full copy to your Mom, just your action scenes, or not tell her at all (until your incredible bj's became fabulously famous and you feared your neighbor (the boy next door) would find your lovely tush online in some provocative pose?

I like your thought process here, but I would change the last verse. It is ambiguous!

qp

Ways Of The Flesh

I’ll admit oft times
to thinking how many
ways can I spell out your flesh
in porn tracts
without my petticoats
turning red...
Remarks linger as
“Ride that lightning rod
until the thunder roars”,
or make me a Neruda whore
free me untill you
feel like you want to lick
a little pink juiced pulp
from the fruit of my plum and
allow my tongue to sketch
words round your aroused flesh
while my lusty lips lash
your raw nakedness
into submission.
And you’ll be my poppet
cause you know I won’t bend
but, I may pretend
that I am helpless
while the world spins
its halo of virtue back
to my reality...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

sin shoe all
met a four

when two
make one

silent words
come alive

hE rot it
poe eat tree