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[_Land]

Good morning ,

Reviewing the erotic poetry submissions has been a lot like choking on cock.....

There's very little eloquence or real story telling with grounded imagery in most of it...... I did find one that captured my imagination this week however

https://www.literotica.com/p/this-essence-of-belonging
By @melimelissa

This Essence of Belonging

My place of belonging shows that
I intend, quite definitively, to be all
That the dominant fraternity,
In the 'recherché' (ooo! The irony!)
Way, call 'His' property.

If this is allowed. If this is THE chance,
Then all that passes between will be,
For another instant, another hour
Or month or whatever forever,
All or nothing He chooses it to be.

All else that might ever have been
Is irrationally, irreverently irrelevantly,
Lost from focus. The thing that remains
Is complete. It is gloriously unmistakable
As a roving, preternatural creation;

Power must flow as an infinite wave;
As an incalculable, irrevocable force,
A tide of unimaginable intimacy;
I'll never interfere with this...
This essence of belonging.

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There are a few thing I really like in here

The use of the " in the recherche way" gives quite a bit of linguistic depth although I'm really wanting to add/ change a word to create a better flow to finish the next line with a little more grace

"In the 'recherché' (ooo! The irony!)
Way, he calls 'His' property."

Or

" In the 'recherché' (ooo! The irony!)
Way, I 'm called 'His' property."


The wording in

" If this is allowed. If this is THE chance,
Then all that passes between will be,
For another instant, another hour
Or month or whatever forever,
All or nothing He chooses it to be."

Gives a sense of permanence with a bit irreverence

 

[_Land]

Two poems in the non erotic section caught my attention this morning

https://www.literotica.com/p/who-knew-22
By @elizaloo

The familiar notes start from my playlist
and
never fail to catch me unaware

I stifle a sob, the same sob that comes every time

Remembering when I couldn’t bear to hear this song, the lyrics, or
her voice without breaking down

I still can't

Even though you are long gone
both from my life
and
from this world

Time has not made it any easier
You said forever and ever

And now I torture myself
listening to this song
singing this song

Leaving it on rotation
knowing how it affects me

That last “I love you”
That last kiss

until we meet again



This poem, while not complex in wording is beautiful for its simplicity it embraces grief and the reader in its cadence..... While there are some areas I might personally make changes to ....... Sometimes it's just good to sit in the author's presence and let their words take you there. That's what this poetry does for me.

Ty for the poem Elizaloo


The next poem is also worth a read
https://www.literotica.com/p/does-my-water-drown-your-fire
By @MadameKinkster

Does my water drown your fire?

Does the weight of my depth pull you beneath the surface, where breathing feels like surrender?

I am as deep as the ocean—unexplored, untamed.
I am as passionate and powerful as the asteroid that shattered the earth, wiping out what once was… only to spark something entirely new.

That kind of force?
It’s not for the faint of heart.

That’s why I don’t let just anyone see me.
Because when I do… when the right soul meets my depths… it becomes something wild, magical—beautiful and destructive all at once.
And I’m not even sure I’m ready for what that kind of collision would mean.

But what if… there is one?
The one who pulls that out of me, who ignites and surrenders in equal measure.
Would I still feel the urge to run, just to find balance in solitude?

Maybe.
But the real question is…

Would you find me? And would you bring me back home?

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I like the carry of the metaphors through the middle of the poem..... It has solid weight through until the end.....

The one thing I would make an adjustment to if this were mine is to let those metaphor be the ending of this poem as well.

"when the right soul meets my depths… it becomes something wild, magical—beautiful and destructive all at once."

" But what if… there is one?
The one who pulls that out of me, who ignites and surrenders in equal measure."

Both of these verses lend themselves to carry the weight of water and stars .

That said the poetry is cool liquid I enjoyed diving in to the waters of MadameKinksters verse


_Land

 

[elizaloo]

Two poems in the non erotic section caught my attention this morning

https://www.literotica.com/p/who-knew-22
By @elizaloo

The familiar notes start from my playlist
and
never fail to catch me unaware

I stifle a sob, the same sob that comes every time

Remembering when I couldn’t bear to hear this song, the lyrics, or
her voice without breaking down

I still can't

Even though you are long gone
both from my life
and
from this world

Time has not made it any easier
You said forever and ever

And now I torture myself
listening to this song
singing this song

Leaving it on rotation
knowing how it affects me

That last “I love you”
That last kiss

until we meet again



This poem, while not complex in wording is beautiful for its simplicity it embraces grief and the reader in its cadence..... While there are some areas I might personally make changes to ....... Sometimes it's just good to sit in the author's presence and let their words take you there. That's what this poetry does for me.

Ty for the poem Elizaloo

Thank you @land, for your mention! I appreciate you.

That poem wrote itself many years ago about the first person I met from Lit, well, the first person I allowed myself to have feelings for and with. That is the song that was playing on the car radio as I drove away from him the last time....and it lingers.

I'm dealing with a major health crisis myself and have decided that I need to clean up my 'pending folder' with rapidity, and that is the first to find its way here.

 

[_Land]

Thank you @land, for your mention! I appreciate you.

That poem wrote itself many years ago about the first person I met from Lit, well, the first person I allowed myself to have feelings for and with. That is the song that was playing on the car radio as I drove away from him the last time....and it lingers.

I'm dealing with a major health crisis myself and have decided that I need to clean up my 'pending folder' with rapidity, and that is the first to find its way here.

I understand I am fortunate enough to have fallen in love with someone who responded to some of my s***** poetry here on lit and we are still together from 2002 , very sorry to hear about your health crisis I look forward to more of your poetry.

 

[calmlikeabomb]

@_Land it's so awesome that you are taking the time and effort to do this.

 

[_Land]

Today's poem of interest is s bit of a nemesis.......

https://www.literotica.com/p/time-115

@cwcw99

By C.E. Warner 9-13-2021

Time exists in simultaneous spheres.
At once both an absolute and abstract.
Allotted quota comes, then disappears.
Human comprehension fails to react.

Universe travels physics’ steadfast path.
Planets and mankind share ultimate fate.
Each must face natures predetermined wrath.
History written, whether small or great.

Wisdom understands today’s special gift.
Wasted hours can never reclaim nor save.
The careless unknowingly through life drift.
The foolish wanders, surprised by the grave.

Remembered by others once time finished.
Only character by time not diminished.


I struggle personally with this form

I was once challenged by the great @JUDO to write a English(Shakespearean) Sonnet and didn't bring it near the eloquence that CW did here


Let's break it down a bit


Lines: 14 lines – classic hallmark of a sonnet.

Meter: The poem leans toward iambic pentameter (10 syllables per line with alternating unstressed-stressed syllables), though not perfectly regular in every line. For example:

> “Time exists in simultaneous spheres.”
(Roughly iambic, though “simultaneous” slightly disrupts the pattern)



Rhyme Scheme:
The rhyme scheme follows the Shakespearean pattern:
ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

This is really well written and I appreciate the effort the author went to really put this together well..

Between the iambic pentameter the correct rhyme scheme
And keeping the flow of the scheme and topic on point they have done a really good job with this form.

I've always looked at doing English sonnets as similar to trying to put a pair of double Ds
Into a size A corset..... It's really hard for me to cram the imagery into this type of format.


Great poem great use of the form very well done CW
...

 

[_Land]

Good morning today I want to explore a first-time poetry submission by @Indian_witch_




https://www.literotica.com/p/confession-in-poetry

Confessions in Poety

They call me bold, a fire untamed,
A whisper wrapped in midnight’s name.
But truth be told, I blush inside—
An exhibitionist who wants to hide.

I crave the eyes that dare to stay,
To drink my skin in light of day.
And one gaze haunts me most of all—
Shan, who makes me fall.

He’s soft of voice, but sharp in soul,
And knowing him has made me whole.
Yet still I ache in shadowed dreams,
To bare myself in subtle schemes.

A slip—a drop—a silk undone,
Caught in the heat of afternoon sun.
A towel “forgotten,” a curtain ajar,
The kind of view that leaves a scar.

I’d gasp and cover, eyes wide with fright,
But inside I'd burn with secret delight.
Because I want him to see it—every part,
Each inch of flesh, each racing heart.

At night I lie with fingers slow,
And trace the places he should know.
I shut my eyes and see his stare,
Lingering like warm night air.

I moan his name in whispered hush,
While cheeks are wet with fevered flush.
Would he reach, or just observe?
Would he watch me bend, tease, and curve?

I ache to know, I long to try—
But fear still holds my wings from sky.
Someday, maybe, stars will shift,
And I’ll give him that secret gift.

An “accident,” just perfectly played,
A flash of skin, a moment delayed.
And if he stays, if breath turns fast,
Perhaps my shame won’t have to last.

Until that day, I lie and twitch—
Burning dreams of Indian Witch.


First and foremost I want to take the time to appreciate the poem itself I think it is well done for a rhyming poem

I like the interplay of a lot of the wording
... It does a very good job of presenting the voyeurism aspects in a very gentle way kind of like a nipple showing beneath a loose blouse.

There are a few things that cause this poem to stutter, for the most part this poem flows through iambic trimeter or tetrameter

There are a few lines that pop into other meters that make the reading just a little bit awkward.

And this is certainly not a critique of the poetry itself it's just a matter of looking at how it flows for the reader itself.

For example in stanza one

An EX | hiBI | tionIST | who WANTS | to HIDE
– 5 feet; feels like iambic pentameter rather than tetrameter, which throws off the stanza rhythm.

It could be corrected with something along these lines to bring the meter back on track

An open flame who longs to hide.
or
A show-off soul who yearns to hide.


In Stanza 2 or meter falls off again in the last line

Shan, who makes me fall.
Feels short. It’s iambic dimeter. The clipped line works stylistically, but metrically breaks pattern. If intentional for emotional impact, it’s fine—but if you want uniform meter, consider expansion.

This would bring it back in to meter

It’s Shan—his gaze that makes me fall.

Again note this is not a critique of the poetry,
This is a great poem to explore meter on and the differences that meter can make to the flow of a poem.


Stanza 3 has perfect meter it's beautifully and well crafted!!!!!


We do have some trouble with stanza 4

A slip—a drop—a silk undone,

While technically not wrong as far as the meter goes there's a little bit of awkward pacing here.

It's just a bit choppy because of the monosyllabic start

An easy correction would be

One slip, one drop, a silk undone,

A towel “forgotten,” a curtain ajar,
This is Borderline awkward—syllable count fits, but rhythm is choppy.

towel misplaced, a curtain ajar,

Would be a better flow


Stanza 5

Because I want him to see it—every part,
This creates a slight stumble—"because I want" is clunky in meter
beCAUSE I WANT | him TO see IT | EV-ery PART
(11 syllables—odd count)


Either of these bring it back on track for the meter

I want him to see it—every part,
or
Because I need him to see each part,



Stanza 6 is perfect meter and well crafted

Stanza 7

Would he reach, or just observe?

Is a bit short as far as meter goes dropping into trimeter
this is a bit of a concession because you can do this if it's a punch point an emphasis within the poem itself, but it definitely breaks the rhythmic pattern.

Would he reach for me—or just observe?

Would bring the rhythm back on track.

Stanza's 8 &9
Are balanced subtle and strong!!!


The final stanza 10

Burning dreams of Indian Witch.
This line has a stumble; "Indian Witch" feels rushed and metrically awkward depending on pronunciation.

Because Indian witch is a title I would consider giving it a little bit more weight

Burning dreams of the Indian Witch
Dreaming still of the Indian Witch
Of dreams set fire by Indian Witch

All of those add weight and bring the meter back in to perfection.

Again I really love the poem it's very well done

Metered poetry is very difficult and I appreciate the opportunity to really read through this and look at it from not just the poetry perspective but an opportunity to really evaluate how just a few small slight word changes can really play with the rhythm.


Your poem is lovely Indian Witch thank you for sharing it with us



_Land

 

[_Land]

I was delighted to read this this morning

https://www.literotica.com/p/you-dont-remember-me-i-found-this
By @Oplot-M

I Can't Post This Where You Can See it

Ce n'est, pas, mon problème
Je, m'en, fiche
Don't, compare me, to them
I, have my own, little niche

I'm in the back, with my boots up
Reading my books
Do I let my freak flag fly?
Yup
I'm waving my glowsticks
Getting all the puzzled looks

If You Don't Like Me
Hey, that's not my problem
Hey, that's not my problem
I, don't, care.
Yeah, my heart is solemn
Yeah, my heart is solemn
My wounds, are laid, bare

Romance is joy
Romance is pain
But the workout junkies tell me
No pain no gain

Swing batter batter
Throw another ball at me
If it gives me a black eye
My other one can see

And the ball isn't a ball
And my eye isn't my eye
Hint for you, my "eye" goes thump thump
And yeah I might be very smart
And yeah I might be a fool
And maybe I might be a chump

If You Don't Care For Me
Hey, that's Your problem
Hey, that's Your problem
Why, Should, I care.
Yeah, my heart is solemn
Yeah, my heart is solemn
My wounds, are laid, bare



It reminds me that not all poetry needs to be polished !

This is a soulful rebel’s manifesto—part poem, part song lyric, part journal entry scratched into a bathroom stall in neon ink. It’s not polished, and that’s part of its charm.


This stanza really stands out:

> “And the ball isn't a ball / And my eye isn't my eye / Hint for you, my ‘eye’ goes thump thump”
That is an effective pivot into metaphor—the “eye” becomes the heart, the ball becomes emotional blows, and it deepens the poem’s earlier cheeky resilience.


The use of repetition in:

> “Hey, that’s not my problem / I, don’t, care.”
mimics the structure of a spoken-word or punk anthem. It has a singable, chant-worthy vibe that could easily translate to performance. ( This may have been written for spoken word)


The speaker has a strong, clear voice—rebellious, emotionally exposed, and self-possessed.

Lines like:

> “I'm waving my glowsticks / Getting all the puzzled looks”
capture a vivid image of joyful weirdness and self-expression.

As a poet it is easy to want to strengthen certain aspects of the poetry we read ....... Often because we want to put it in to our own voice....

It's ok ,
Just sit back and listen to the jam Oplot-M lays out with this funky poem

Well done @Oplot-M

 

[_Land]

Today has quite a few quality poems showing up. Let's start with one found in the Erotic Poetry section by @LadyAmethyst


https://www.literotica.com/p/living-dying-loving-choosing

This poem has gut wrenching in the way that it allows you to step into her shoes.

It's a bit dizzying and disorientated in the reading, it leaves me a bit breathless.

It's complex, but simple in its wording and structure

I really love this work.


https://www.literotica.com/p/the-black-fog
By @cwcw99

Has really great imagery and texture

This guy is a sonnet master

Really enjoyed this today.



Take some time and explore the new poetry posted and be inspired


Leave a recommendation and or review here so others can appreciate it to

 

[NivKay]

I will be making an attempt to visit this post weekly to revive one of the great traditions at Lit.

If anyone else would like to highlight a new poem or two y'all are welcome.


The first poem that caught my attention was

https://www.literotica.com/p/tea-cup-vignette
By NivKumar
What other time-honoured rituals,
Have you sipped on, bone-china longing,
Like pearls stringing on a line of regrets?

The answer never comes.
In its stead, there is another pressing moment -
cicada-tinged afternoons,
and the sun creeping
Across the wall, past the agave
That bends, clings
To the borders of retreating shadows.

~ this imagery is anything but subtle and it takes me away to somewhere in time where memories and moments crash together ~waves on sand


Niv has several new poems out that are worth a read ..... The other new poems that were posted were not my taste in poetry.

I would have reviewed an erotic poem here but honestly they were all pretty awful

I appreciate the review...and yes, this was and still is one of my favourite poems to write. Although I have since changed my name...
And since I've obly discovered this thread, I'll endeavour to post a poem here for review and appreciation...

 

[_Land]

The following poem reminds me that poetry does not have to be perfect it's allowed to reflect all of the versions of who we are and in those imperfect moments there is perfection.

I appreciate you sharing this moment, this tenderness . Your words are real, they allow me to feel that moment, to be in the room with you........ and find solace


If you appreciate this poem go leave some kind words for the artist let them know you were touched by their art

_Land


https://www.literotica.com/p/torn-16
By @Nightaelf

"Torn"

have to face this illness,
let it stare me down.
My head pounds,
my body aches.

Outside,
the ones I love
wait,
hopeful,
helpless,
full of love,
and caught
in all they cannot do.

I long
to hold their sorrow,
to reach for them,
but I am stretched thin.

This fight
is hollowing me out.
There is nothing left
to give.

I'm caught
between who I am
and who they need.

I am not the flame.
I am the hush,
the leaning wall,
the quiet shoulder.

And now,
I must choose myself.
It doesn’t feel brave.
It feels like betrayal.

But they know
I hear them,
feel them,
carry them
within me.

And even
as the edges fray,
we will find a way.
Not like before,
but still
together

 

[LadyAmethyst]

Today has quite a few quality poems showing up. Let's start with one found in the Erotic Poetry section by @LadyAmethyst


https://www.literotica.com/p/living-dying-loving-choosing

This poem has gut wrenching in the way that it allows you to step into her shoes.

It's a bit dizzying and disorientated in the reading, it leaves me a bit breathless.

It's complex, but simple in its wording and structure

I really love this work.


https://www.literotica.com/p/the-black-fog
By @cwcw99

Has really great imagery and texture

This guy is a sonnet master

Really enjoyed this today.



Take some time and explore the new poetry posted and be inspired


Leave a recommendation and or review here so others can appreciate it to

Thank you for the mention!

For those of you who are new to my work, I write the poetic story of my throuple life with my best friends and have been doing so for many years. Please feel welcomed to follow and explore the love, lust, joy, sorrow and jealousy of my beautifully complicated and devastatingly simple Throuple life

 

[_Land]

Thank you for the mention!

For those of you who are new to my work, I write the poetic story of my throuple life with my best friends and have been doing so for many years. Please feel welcomed to follow and explore the love, lust, joy, sorrow and jealousy of my beautifully complicated and devastatingly simple Throuple life

Welcome to the poetry forum
Lots of great ports here refining our art.

Look forward to seeing more

 

[_Land]

I've been reading every new poem for weeks now and have read several of @prettywizard
Poems ....... Most of them are not my personal cup of tea, and yes that's ok to say and in no way an insult. We all have different tastes and resonate with different things.

This poem however captured my imagination and resonated

https://www.literotica.com/p/sun-3
By @prettywizard


"Sun"

While I am rolling one
waiting for my shake
you are tapping the can
looking at me
with endless warmth

those big brown yearning eyes
brown bodies, pure extacy
large and nameless
lost and looking
for meaning
clarity
wisdom


but I'm just drifting
like all of those eyes
that go in and out
and sing dark day dreams
smoking pepsi
drinking weed

maybe

that's her name

maybe

she's my maybegirl, I'll meet her again, I will

when may begins

in the meantime

be a good girl

maybe

I'll see you spotaneously

like the animated ocean

and those burning songs
that sat briefly
in lover's poems
and found their hero
that had walked away some place
a melody without a base

I'll meet you again
maybe
I'll roll another one
and you may fill that can



So a couple of things I really like

First it starts of creating a clear image of two people ..... No over explanation

The metaphor build is intriguing around being lost in her eyes ..... The smoking Pepsi drinking weed line really brought it home

We then have our mind filled with the image of hope when he named her his maybe girl ...

The poem builds on that thought very well as it progresses ....

There are a few places it's a bit clunky.... In stanza 2 the last 2 words don't really add to the imagery and could be left off as an example.

That's just the ingrained aspect of my brain always evaluating and not a real critique......

I really like this poem and the way it brings me to that maybe girl and I feel the hope of another encounter.


Well done PrettyWizard

Thank you for Sharing this .


_Land

 

[Nightaelf]

The following poem reminds me that poetry does not have to be perfect it's allowed to reflect all of the versions of who we are and in those imperfect moments there is perfection.

I appreciate you sharing this moment, this tenderness . Your words are real, they allow me to feel that moment, to be in the room with you........ and find solace


If you appreciate this poem go leave some kind words for the artist let them know you were touched by their art

_Land


https://www.literotica.com/p/torn-16
By @Nightaelf

"Torn"

have to face this illness,
let it stare me down.
My head pounds,
my body aches.

Outside,
the ones I love
wait,
hopeful,
helpless,
full of love,
and caught
in all they cannot do.

I long
to hold their sorrow,
to reach for them,
but I am stretched thin.

This fight
is hollowing me out.
There is nothing left
to give.

I'm caught
between who I am
and who they need.

I am not the flame.
I am the hush,
the leaning wall,
the quiet shoulder.

And now,
I must choose myself.
It doesn’t feel brave.
It feels like betrayal.

But they know
I hear them,
feel them,
carry them
within me.

And even
as the edges fray,
we will find a way.
Not like before,
but still
together

Thank you so much for highlighting my poem! Xx

 

[_Land]

This is a fabulous New poem in the non erotic section





https://www.literotica.com/p/a-lover-of-years

By @silenttart


A Lover Of Years

When you meet him,
Handle him gently,
He likes coffee,
He loves nature,
Then speak of books,
Of seas, mountains, epic things,
The spiritual,
And the beauty in the physical,
Eros, passion, all things erotic,
He loves them all,
Don’t forget his homeland,
Speak with love,
Grip his arm just a bit,
Offer a smile,
Listen,
Don’t rush,
Swim in his ocean,
Then surrender yourself,
Share your secrets,
Tell him you love him,
With him, dissolve,
Soak,
Become one,
Sleep together,
Wake together,
Laugh with all your heart,
Get lost somewhere,
Grow curious,
Seek another adventure,
Pause,
Begin again.





I really like this poem and the way it unfolds. It’s quiet, but it moves with intent like someone laying out steps in the sand before the tide comes in.

What stands out to me is how it doesn’t try to make love a singular event. This isn’t some cinematic climax or perfect first kiss. It’s a process. A ritual. A way of being present, of showing up again and again.

It starts simple: “When you meet him,”
but where it ends? “Begin again.”
That’s the ache.

The poem tracks what it means to know someone not through grand gestures, but through all the tiny, reverent ones: how they like their coffee, what books stir them, the way they light up when you speak their language whether that’s nature, eros, or memory.

It moves through intimacy without skipping the slow parts.
Grip his arm just a bit.
Listen.
Don’t rush.

That pacing? It matters. And the poem honors it with its punctuation soft, open, full of breath. Commas keep everything moving like waves, while the single period at the end Begin again. - lands with sacred weight.
It reminds us that love is a cycle. Not a finish line.

There’s something beautiful about that.
About the idea that real love doesn’t peak, it relearns.
It gets curious. It loses and finds.
It knows how to start over without starting from scratch.

I think a lot of people chase love like a destination.
This poem?
It teaches us how to live in the journey.

Take a moment to go read this and a few other poems... Offer some kind words and post a review of you find something you like


_Land

 

[SmilingLez]

Just wrote my first non-erotic prose.

https://www.literotica.com/p/2025

 

[liChat]

I hope I am in the right place here -- I want to recommend:

"Breathe" by Kalamazoo707.

I am not judging (1 to 5), I feel that "Breathe" deserves reading.

 

[Quarky]

I liked this poem. The use of repetition created a sense of pressure and pathos. See what you think. https://www.literotica.com/p/the-sins-of-trucking