Poetry for killing time

[poppy1963]

How about a big round of applause for Poppy, for contributing and especially for encouraging.

Awwwwwww...well thank you, sweet! Applause are quite unnecessary. I love the gifts of the words and the mingling of the spirits in them. These are the gifts for me from a thread like this. A momentary clasp of hands with ones whose hands I'll never even see.

I love ya, atmas!

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

thank you poppy

Thank you Poppy for your enthusiasm in this thread and for encouraging so many of us to write here. Your spirit warms me.

 

[atmas]

Thank you Poppy for your enthusiasm in this thread and for encouraging so many of us to write here. Your spirit warms me.

One of my favorite people praising another of my favorite people.

 

[poppy1963]

Thank you Poppy for your enthusiasm in this thread and for encouraging so many of us to write here. Your spirit warms me.

Thank you very much ALP! Kind words are never forgotten...at least not by me.

I love this thread so much....It's so spontaneous!!!

 

[poppy1963]

One of my favorite people praising another of my favorite people.

*beams* LOL.

 

[prettygrl]

Vibrant Orchid
Black leather bra, body glitter, and g-string
Pale skin slathered baby oil, stockings, garter belt
Blue tiny bead choker and diamond nose ring
Tresses of honeyed golden spun, tiny waist svelte
Powdery, crystal inhaled by antique silver spoon
Before cheval glass, flowery, painting curvaceous full lips
Body her weapon, as a child able to make boys swoon
Shimmering, crystal navel pierced, thin chain at her hips
Exotic orchid, climb on top of many men in search of the fame
Pungent odors in the air, alcohol, cigarettes, sex, perfume
Smoky stage, hot spotlight, boisterous men call her name
Voluptuous figure, showy, heavy beat of music, strutting plume
Gyrating slowly, shedding, exposing, treasures to the room
Slinky, gravitating, clings, legs wrap around the pole
Shouts echo fortissimo, object of desire, fantasy they consume
Slick, smooth, pleasure device, art, without a soul
Sly men stroking, intoxicated by the vision, losing control
Groans escape them, hazy dreams, sleek thighs engulf them
Vision of wonderment, body of paradise taking whole
Deliquesce in her grasp, sweet pollen draws from stem
Chassis of voyeuristic gratification, beautiful each petal
Caught in the web of her enchanting spell
Now setting them free, clothes like stardust watch it settle
Task complete, blossom tender, embodied by raw sexy shell

 

[Spence99]

Vibrant Orchid
Black leather bra, body glitter, and g-string
Pale skin slathered baby oil, stockings, garter belt
Blue tiny bead choker and diamond nose ring
Tresses of honeyed golden spun, tiny waist svelte
Powdery, crystal inhaled by antique silver spoon
Before cheval glass, flowery, painting curvaceous full lips
Body her weapon, as a child able to make boys swoon
Shimmering, crystal navel pierced, thin chain at her hips
Exotic orchid, climb on top of many men in search of the fame
Pungent odors in the air, alcohol, cigarettes, sex, perfume
Smoky stage, hot spotlight, boisterous men call her name
Voluptuous figure, showy, heavy beat of music, strutting plume
Gyrating slowly, shedding, exposing, treasures to the room
Slinky, gravitating, clings, legs wrap around the pole
Shouts echo fortissimo, object of desire, fantasy they consume
Slick, smooth, pleasure device, art, without a soul
Sly men stroking, intoxicated by the vision, losing control
Groans escape them, hazy dreams, sleek thighs engulf them
Vision of wonderment, body of paradise taking whole
Deliquesce in her grasp, sweet pollen draws from stem
Chassis of voyeuristic gratification, beautiful each petal
Caught in the web of her enchanting spell
Now setting them free, clothes like stardust watch it settle
Task complete, blossom tender, embodied by raw sexy shell

That was awesome! Wow! Great work!

I love this thread. I don't write much, it has to just hit me. But I love reading everything that's here!

 

[prettygrl]

That was awesome! Wow! Great work!

I love this thread. I don't write much, it has to just hit me. But I love reading everything that's here!

Thanks Spence,

You need to share your work more often.

I enjoy it very much.

There is some beautiful work here, I agree.

I submitted two poems here and I don't care much for that.

This thread is perfect.

 

[Spence99]

Thanks Spence,

You need to share your work more often.

I enjoy it very much.

There is some beautiful work here, I agree.

I submitted two poems here and I don't care much for that.

This thread is perfect.

Thanks so much! This is all very new for me. When it happens for me it just does. My two poems (if they're good enough to be called that) just came out of me randomly (well the first one was inspired by a dream) and were written in a few seconds.

I don't think I could do it in a deliberate manner. It has to be natural.

I love reading this thread! So many creative people there with so much to share. I love what all of them have to say!

 

[prettygrl]

Monday's Meeting

Water cascades over
Monstrous claw-foot tub
Pools sodden gray linoleum tile
As music fills the air
Haunting repetitious melody
Vanilla hangs in the air scent wavering
Candles in dainty crystal sconce
Liquefied ivory dripping, bleeding
Oak stand flecked with wax
Bearing coffee stained rings
Faded-label plastic bottles
Empty aromatic whiskey flask
Strewn sideways on the tabletop
Heady rose bouquet dwindling
Her Tresses of beauty pinned up
Brown silken ringlets flowing
Like a mannequin still silent
Painted thin lips curved up
Pink blush on her cheeks
Naked breasts and shoulders
Heave at the water surface
Slumped in the water peacefully
Limbs straight, quietus, mortified
Lacquered deep crimson nails
On hands and feet gently float
Pills, booze, and sorrows, her demise
She will miss Mondays meeting

 

[poppy1963]

Monday's Meeting

Water cascades over
Monstrous claw-foot tub
Pools sodden gray linoleum tile
As music fills the air
Haunting repetitious melody
Vanilla hangs in the air scent wavering
Candles in dainty crystal sconce
Liquefied ivory dripping, bleeding
Oak stand flecked with wax
Bearing coffee stained rings
Faded-label plastic bottles
Empty aromatic whiskey flask
Strewn sideways on the tabletop
Heady rose bouquet dwindling
Her Tresses of beauty pinned up
Brown silken ringlets flowing
Like a mannequin still silent
Painted thin lips curved up
Pink blush on her cheeks
Naked breasts and shoulders
Heave at the water surface
Slumped in the water peacefully
Limbs straight, quietus, mortified
Lacquered deep crimson nails
On hands and feet gently float
Pills, booze, and sorrows, her demise
She will miss Mondays meeting

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[poppy1963]

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[poppy1963]

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[poppy1963]

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[bronzeage]

I crave your attention
like a blanket on a cold night.
I want to pull you up over my ears and breathe in you.
It is an ache
I cannot soothe with medicine.
Only the balm of your smooth arms around my neck
and your slender fingers
in my hair will relieve my pain
and let me close my eyes to sleep
in warm comfort.
Everything lacks
if you are not in it.
Hunger has me searching
for what cannot be eaten,
and I thirst for
what cannot be drunk.
Come lie with me
in the dark.
Let me inhale
your breath and
taste your sweat.
Feed me the uneatable.
Drench me in
the undrinkable
My mouth is dry
and nothing will wet
my tongue except yours.

 

[Spence99]

I crave your attention
like a blanket on a cold night.
I want to pull you up over my ears and breathe in you.
It is an ache
I cannot soothe with medicine.
Only the balm of your smooth arms around my neck
and your slender fingers
in my hair will relieve my pain
and let me close my eyes to sleep
in warm comfort.
Everything lacks
if you are not in it.
Hunger has me searching
for what cannot be eaten,
and I thirst for
what cannot be drunk.
Come lie with me
in the dark.
Let me inhale
your breath and
taste your sweat.
Feed me the uneatable.
Drench me in
the undrinkable
My mouth is dry
and nothing will wet
my tongue except yours.

Wow. That was amazing.

 

[poppy1963]

I crave your attention
like a blanket on a cold night.
I want to pull you up over my ears and breathe in you.
It is an ache
I cannot soothe with medicine.
Only the balm of your smooth arms around my neck
and your slender fingers
in my hair will relieve my pain
and let me close my eyes to sleep
in warm comfort.
Everything lacks
if you are not in it.
Hunger has me searching
for what cannot be eaten,
and I thirst for
what cannot be drunk.
Come lie with me
in the dark.
Let me inhale
your breath and
taste your sweat.
Feed me the uneatable.
Drench me in
the undrinkable
My mouth is dry
and nothing will wet
my tongue except yours.

Very sensual, bronzeage...the yearning is quite palpable...sighs.

"Come lie with me in the dark." Sometimes that's the whole ticket really...

Thanks for posting it here in this great little thread! I love it each time we get one of Lit's poets posting a piece of their work here. I'm sure atmas does as well...it's like a collage. Hugs!

 

[bronzeage]

Very sensual, bronzeage...the yearning is quite palpable...sighs.

"Come lie with me in the dark." Sometimes that's the whole ticket really...

Thanks for posting it here in this great little thread! I love it each time we get one of Lit's poets posting a piece of their work here. I'm sure atmas does as well...it's like a collage. Hugs!

Thank you Darling.

 

[Guest]

Human Chemistry

There is something in the strength of a man,
that flash of fire in his eyes that says,
“I want you – will you have me.”,
that she finds disarming, irresistible.
The blood rushes to her face
broadcasting her acceptance and trust without a word.

There is something in the trust a woman shows
when she looks in a man's eyes.
He knows that she has dropped all defenses
letting herself be vulnerable
to his intentions - ready
to be under his protection.

She knows, she feels – it’s Him
Her experience denies
what she knows in her heart to be true.
On the precipice of hope
Her entire body quakes with adrenaline;
she has the courage to take that leap.

The offer of real love is not casually made.
It is a precious investment of a scarce good
and a man must be careful how it is spent.
The woman it is offered to has been judged worthy
and his complete being is on the scale
until he sees the acceptance in her eyes.

The slight curve of his lips, not quite a smile,
Promises her of the delights to come.
His eyes shine, reading the contract
written on her body, signing it with his heart.
She meets his gaze now, willing
to give him everything she is.

There is no greater lust in the world
than what a man feels in that infinite moment
when he sees his love returned to him
in the value it is given.
The kiss that follows is a sweet confirmation
and a balm for the ache in his chest.

I step into your embrace
I pull your mouth to mine,
my eyes close, even closer now
to taste and breathe you,
so moved by your need,
to possess you completely,
I give you my heart
to hold you forever
You know you have me now, with just a kiss.
and be all you will ever need in this world.

 

[Spence99]

There is something in the strength of a man,
that flash of fire in his eyes that says,
“I want you – will you have me.”,
that she finds disarming, irresistible.
The blood rushes to her face
broadcasting her acceptance and trust without a word.

There is something in the trust a woman shows
when she looks in a man's eyes.
He knows that she has dropped all defenses
letting herself be vulnerable
to his intentions - ready
to be under his protection.

She knows, she feels – it’s Him
Her experience denies
what she knows in her heart to be true.
On the precipice of hope
Her entire body quakes with adrenaline;
she has the courage to take that leap.

The offer of real love is not casually made.
It is a precious investment of a scarce good
and a man must be careful how it is spent.
The woman it is offered to has been judged worthy
and his complete being is on the scale
until he sees the acceptance in her eyes.

The slight curve of his lips, not quite a smile,
Promises her of the delights to come.
His eyes shine, reading the contract
written on her body, signing it with his heart.
She meets his gaze now, willing
to give him everything she is.

There is no greater lust in the world
than what a man feels in that infinite moment
when he sees his love returned to him
in the value it is given.
The kiss that follows is a sweet confirmation
and a balm for the ache in his chest.

I step into your embrace
I pull your mouth to mine,
my eyes close, even closer now
to taste and breathe you,
so moved by your need,
to possess you completely,
I give you my heart
to hold you forever
You know you have me now, with just a kiss.
and be all you will ever need in this world.

I love it!

 

[atmas]

Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion lops off the bough of weariness.
Passion is the elixir that renews:
how can there be weariness
when passion is present?
Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!




From Rumi.

 

[bronzeage]

You are my light and eyes.
I see myself young and new
with eyes of a lover
polishing me shiny
filling the cracks
mending the rips
healing my aches.
I stand under a new sun,
washed in fresh light,
reforged under your gentle hammer
and tempered like new steel,
hot from the furnace,
alive in a shower of sparks and white fire,
refitted and ready to go.

 

[Raidho]

You are my light and eyes.
I see myself young and new
with eyes of a lover
polishing me shiny
filling the cracks
mending the rips
healing my aches.
I stand under a new sun,
washed in fresh light,
reforged under your gentle hammer
and tempered like new steel,
hot from the furnace,
alive in a shower of sparks and white fire,
refitted and ready to go.

Something about this caught my heart in my throat.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

 

[poppy1963]

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[poppy1963]

Something about this caught my heart in my throat.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Your comment to bronzeage made me look closer at his countenance here...I saw the new "title" under his user name.

bronzeage
Continue, I'm listening

Perfect, bronzeage! That's what your expression is communicating beautifully...among other things as well...but you seem to be listening to another's heartfelt contemplations...explanations...substantiations. I love it.