Seems there aren't many poets stop by here
perhaps it's because they have a fear
of seeing on a website their personal prose
who knows
It is rather intimidating if one thinks too much about it before posting. The above poem was from a tough time in our life not quite that long long ago. Re-reading it today still gives me a chill of sorts, knowing what I do about some of what was written.
Poetry should be about emotions, whether they be funny, sad, heart-rending,joyful, or just anger. A poem should reach out a grab a reader, which I don't think mine do. They may grab me, but I can see where not knowing where it's coming from, someone else wouldn't catch it. At least, I don't think they would maybe...
What fine gift shall I give to thee?
That thou canst cherish
Thine eyes doth see
Gold and trinkets I give thee not
For shallow gifts
Thou hast got
Tis wordly goods thou dost disdain
To seek instead
A deeper gain
Tis in my soul that thou shalt find
Tribute for thee
And repose of mind
In dutiful homage
On bended knee
Mine eyes castdown
I give to thee
Bounded body and shackled mind
Uncommon love
Thou wilt ne’er find
I pray thee master
as I bend low
In humble curtsey thou shalt know
Mine only gift to thee can be
My body and soul -
I give thee
Me
Thankyou Curious. I liked your poem too. I love to write erotic poetry, but its not a genre I can share with everybody in my vanilla circles. (smile).
The Collar
She knelt before him
Subdued
Scarlet cloth
Blood red
Against
Snowy flesh
Pricked and bleeding
Tightened bodice
Binding
Breasts bursting
source of natures
sustenance
she clings
heaving
the Black Lord’s
disdain
His chalice
His vessel
His wordly
possession.
Saphire eyes
Black lashed
Pleading
Seek his depths
Pale arms
Purple stained
In their binding
Held
In exquisite
Embrace
Her face
Tortured desire
Narrow necked
Offering
To
Him
Completeness
Of body
Tenure
Of
Soul
The symbol
In his strong
Hands
Braced and ready
And she
Aroused
In worship
Silently accepting
The bountiful gift
Encircling
White throat
She gasps
The clasp
Eternal
Locked
No more herself
But for
Him
His acolyte
His adoring slave
Really? I write lots but don't have too much confidence in my work - its sort of become a secret of mine - lol deep and dark, you can draw the obvious analogies. (wink) I have published a few on Lush in BDSM stories I think. I write better than I drive the computer so I never know quite where I am! You have encouraged my creative juices. I shall write some more. Thankyou.
It has taken me awhile to get brave...but here goes nothing:
Home
Walking along an abandoned beach
I feel the cool grains of white sand.
They seem to melt beneath my feet
I watch the ice-cold, rippling water
Slowly wash away the shore;
Bits of shells roll back and forth
As the tide rushes in and out again.
From time to time the seagulls cry out,
As if to say, “This is our home!”
The sun shines yellow with a touch of red,
But still is not yet overhead.
The birds make faint shadows on the beach
As they glide through the aquamarine sky.
I extend my glance from shore to horizon
And catch a glimpse of a foam-capped wave.
The gulf air is strong, yet warm and misty,
With an ever-present scent of salt and sand,
While the waves continue to crash upon the shore.
As I walk towards you
I can almost see the sun
Burning away the mist and
Creating a blinding reflection on
The snow white sand.
Cold water splashes at my ankles now
While small abrasions experience a slight unpleasant burning.
I cannot help but let my body fall against you
And into this dark blue-green gulf water.
As we embrace and become one again,
I dream of staying with you
And never going home.
It's a great thing to feel someone else is your home.
I always felt 'Home is where you hang your hat, cause home is where your love is at.'
You are right, my sweetie is my home.
Quote by Lush nice poem techgoddess. did you write it at the beach? I love to spend hours by the waterside, wherever that may be. very therapeutic.
Thanks Lush! I also find water very theraputic. I could stare at the gulf of mexico for hours and never gorw weary of doing so. I wrote this poem on the beach during this past December...while I was missing someone...and envisioning him with me.
techgoddess, I, for one, am very glad you got brave. A lovely poem and the words drew me in, keeping me in addition to adding visuals too. Thank you for sharing with us.sqp7sAryutRhsVll
Quote by Curious2c techgoddess, I, for one, am very glad you got brave. A lovely poem and the words drew me in, keeping me in addition to adding visuals too. Thank you for sharing with us.7hGUzHTSK5voT14M
Thanks for the lovely compliment. It may cause me to be brave again sometime in the future. ;-)
There’s a hint of a smile on your face
as our eyes make that first connection.
The smile grows until it reaches your eyes,
Contagious…for as soon as I see it, my own expression mirrors yours
while my heart dances.
Our eyes stay locked
and you cannot deny your need to touch me.
The heat of your lips brand mine as we kiss,
Contagious…for as soon as I feel it, the heat envelopes me
with flames of passion.
Our bodies unite in an erotic embrace
as the world around us ceases to exist.
The intensity is searing as we melt into each other
Contagious…for as soon as I taste you,
my body becomes yours.