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August 31, 2015 at 6:04 pm #43825FoxyRoxxyParticipant
In The Stars
Written in The Stars
Two hearts bleached by the sun
A poem's – fallen wish
The Love
Of A Life Time
Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts are sewn by the constellation
Under the moon glow
You and I
Staring up into the Starry Sky
Tonight we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen………………. The God's Whisper!What Is Love?
They asked
A wish so gentle by the stars
Greeting young couples heart
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by a sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich-
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in a world owned by the stars
Unfortunate turn of events,
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful–
— the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Taking notes on every rhyme, every heartbeatStars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul making love a part of light
Illusion of permanence
Fireflies Flaring up
A love that lives last longer than moments
Zodiac unfolds the lines
The stars tell you, who you are
Gaze upon the infinity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor
They will bow
The evening star,
“My Star Of Love”
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars,
For somewhere out there
I read about YOU in a poem.By. PD
August 31, 2015 at 7:12 pm #43826FoxyRoxxyParticipantThere Will Never Be A Sunset Without Me Thinking Of You
There are long years to come ,and I know
I would never lick fresh sweetness
from the sugar of your lips
Nor will I taste the salty tears of last goodbyes
But my beloved…
there will never be a sunset without me thinking of you
I'll think of you with perpetual affection
As I stroll by the river,I seek your reflection
I touch you,I'd feel you through fragments of memories
Memories of better times
Of flowers and breeze,Vineyards and fields
I touch you in memories that will never leave
I see you,I see you with the eyes of a child born blind
beyond the perception of shade and light
I see you in the same way He sees his world, and lives each dream
With a crazy sensation of intense hues
above the spectrum of unrecognized blues
And I love you, but how do I love you
I love you with all that I was and all that I'll be
I love you with my silence and solitude
With my spirit's exhale,and all that is me
I love you with the depth of where my heart resides
Between what is real,faith,and where illusion abides
I love you not with my flesh and bone
But with a bleeding emotion that lives
in my infinite soul.
September 13, 2015 at 1:40 am #43827Momma_andreaParticipantJust tell me you want me
And I’m yours foreverJust tell me you need me
And I’ll never go awayJust tell me you love me
And I can endureTell me all these things…
But only if you’re sure-Me-
September 28, 2015 at 2:52 am #43828ItsAmy123ParticipantNot A Day Goes ByNot a day goes by,
that I don't wish you know how much I love you.
Not a day goes by,
that I don't wish better for you.
My love is like a river, it is like a fountain; it is longing and flowing for you.
No matter what hard times we've been through,
My love has kept on growing for you.
I hope you can see,
that it is you I need.
I know we are bound for a higher life,
where we won't bare anymore strife.
Yet, in the still of this life;
not a day goes by,
that I'm not praying for you,
and still loving you.April M. Dawson
May 6, 2016 at 4:41 am #43829ItsAmy123ParticipantTimeTick tock…tick tock…
life is counting down on your internal clock.Memories which were as if they occurred yesterday,
turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.People you once knew
walk by without a clue.The times you once shared
exist as if you were never there.Years fly…friends die…
and you never know when you'll say your last goodbye.Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
spend it with loved ones and cherish what was once mine.Or to go back even more,
being a kid in a candy store.How I miss the way I used to feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real.But back to reality…back to today,
family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.Tick tock…tick tock…
how I wish I could control this clock.Joe Massocco
July 31, 2016 at 3:35 pm #43830Momma_andreaParticipantDoubt and anticipation
fear and trepidation
butterflies
to many to counttender and bold
a hand to hold
soft kisses
to many to countElectricity and fire
consumed in desire
caresses
to many to countheartbeats and longing
then quietly parting
the minutes
to many to count-me-
(I have a muse… and she is glorious)August 7, 2016 at 7:47 pm #43831AnonymousGuestAndrea, This is for YOU, you inspire me. Thank youA shooting star bright as can be
wandering through space aimlesslySearching for something unknown to me
waiting for that feeling, someone's gravityThen out of nowhere as fate would be
A beautiful whisper heard through the seaSinging and searching for a hand to hold
the voice I hear is a force to beholdWithout thought or concern, coming untwine
I speed for this irresistible lighthouse of mineSwirling emotions rushing past me
two opposing forces colliding to seeCould we be friends or lovers to be
What would we make, what chemistry?I will be your soundboard, if you will be my art
I want to experience everything, feel ripped apartI will be your lightning, if you will be my thunder
a force like this must complement each otherI'll be your “Knockout”, you be my “Scandal”
I am the force that only you can handleWith patience n grace, that only wisdom bring
you focus my powers, this uncontrollable thingDress me in silk, dress me in leather
It does not matter, as long as we are togetherDress me in latex, bind me with chain
look deep in my eyes and tell me I'm insaneNone of that matters I am spellbound in lust
The voice in my head commands that I mustYour torch burns hot to light up this soul
You are my inspiration, you are my Andi WarholListening to every word, knowing what each means
You understand me, I am your Peaches n Cream– Me
August 8, 2016 at 3:48 am #43832ItsAmy123ParticipantNeglected LoveYou are one of the reasons why I live,
Yet I still wonder what kind of love can you give,
I've been longing for it, your love i want to feel,
The love you've neglected, that can cause me to heal,I want you to love me, even just for a moment,
For that single moment, it would end my torment,
I hope you would love me for who I am,
I hope you'll accept me for what I am,I love you but then did you love me?,
Cause if I knew, I know I would be free,
I need you but then did you need me?,
Cause if you do, I know I would be happy,For so long I have endured this pain,
Searching for your love I always wanted to gain,
I'm tired of suffering, I just wish you knew,
Waiting for your love, my heart is so blue,I wont get tired of waiting for that moment to come,
I'll keep enduring this pain, I'll always stay calm,
I just wish time would take haste,
I just wish this life would not be a waste…Blueminded
August 8, 2016 at 7:53 pm #43833AnonymousGuestStreet LifeA Pimp and her bitch, stand side-by-side
On a corner in Achat, with nowhere to hideHustle n Bustle the streets are alive
Everyone there looking for a sex driveTheir eyes see candy, their crotches cry
All want the same thing, this girl so spry.Blonde and slim with legs to her chin
They look, they drool, they give her a grinDressed in leather n lace with an angel's face
They all talk to her pimp, all making their case.Gather round ALL, if you like what you see
This could be yours, this could be freeThe cost for this treasure, just a short story
A tale of my “bitch” and you in your gloryNo kissing, hugging, cuddling or more
That is for Lovers, she is your whoreUse her, abuse her, fill up her shrine
She can take it, this “bitch” of mineFill up her holes, but don't touch her mouth
That is not yours, move your cock southDo what you want, explore your lust
She'll take you for a ride, until you bustMake your deposits, fill her tight hole
Stick a butt plug in her and send her on homeGet me that story and make it quick
I don't want my prize to spoil, I want to lickGive me inspiration, give me what I NEED
I have a story to write, give me my SPEEDI may be the Pimp and she my bitch
But only today, only until we switch.– me n my muse
August 9, 2016 at 1:24 am #43834AnonymousGuestFilling in the blanks, script for a movie I just saw …..You enter my room, your desire cries
I see FUCK in those horny hazel eyesYou hold out your hand, there is a gift for me
A thick flesh tone Strappy, a moan and a pleaFuck me deep, Fuck me hard
I want a bully in my play yardNot love, No sweet talk, no words at all
Just spread my legs and give me a ballEnter me quickly, spread my lush walls
Thrust so deeply, I can feel silicone ballsPull your knees up high for me, up, up and away
You know how I like to watch, when I playYour twin moons spread wide, your sex staring at me
I give my girl what she wants, I hear her pleaLook into my eyes, do not stray away
Beg me to cum, as I tease you all dayI see that glint, I know it's a hint
You want it faster, now it's a sprintPull my hair hard, take me by the reins
I want to feel your lust deep in my veinsI thrust, I grind, I scream a cum for me plea
while she sucks on my fingers and melts for me– me
Yummy, I loved providing narration to that HOT movie, you know who you are
and I suspect so does all of Achat by now …August 11, 2016 at 7:35 pm #43835AnonymousGuestThis was inspired by Andrea …..
My Army of ONE …..Unlike any other, any other I have seen
they possess a power which hides unseen.
Under the radar where they want to be
this incredible power hides and is free.They guard their secret, they do it so well
hiding in plain site, with no clue, with no tell.
Wielding there saber, with grace and laser accuracy
capable of a caress, or with a thought, strike lethally.So humble, so quite this Army of One
so lucky are we, that they are the one.
For in the wrong hands, this power I fear
would lay waste to our feelings, both real n near.This weapon I speak of, there is no safe place
no borders, no doors can keep it from our space.
Silent and quick it moves with the speed of fire
this power can not be stopped, it infects our desire.But this wondrous being, my Army of One
controls a gift more powerful than any gun.
Faster than bullets, more explosive than bombs
this power I speak of was mentioned in psalms.Not bound by race, religion, politics or time
no security can detect it, few see it's crime.
Whether seen or heard , it does not matter
for we are all affected by it's guile n chatter.This power I speak of, it mirrors it's master
dwelling deep in a mind, but surfacing faster.
Only wisdom and resolve can harness such force
anything less drifts towards a dark toxic courseOnly a special few who touch this power
can transform it from a weapon into a flower
turn it inside out and give it new perspective
melt anger, judgment, hate into a calm collectiveWhere is our Army? Our Army of One
make right what is wrong, reverse what is done.
Our world under siege by hate, greed and fear
we need courage and hope, we need you near.What is this power, this force I speak of
capable of opposing forces, hate and love
Why it is one in the same, that is it's prowess
it all depends on it's Master and it's harness.This wondrous gift, this power they protect
is the magic over “words” and all their effects.
With thought and passion they bring them to life
capable of any bidding, of touching any life.How do I know, who is an Army of One?
ahh, that is the trick, it is not easily done.
They are calm n quite, hiding in place
wielding such power takes empathy n grace.How do I know, if I have what it takes
to be this Army of One, to fix our mistakes?
Ahh, that is quite easy, a special mirror you need
look deep inside and truthfully tell what you bleed.– Me
There is no greater weapon in our world than a spoken “WORD”.
There is no other weapon less understood or more abused.
Once spoken they can NEVER be taken back, their effects long gone.
I pray we all learn to respect this weapon and the power it wields.Thank you for reading, *hugs* Kaitlyn
August 12, 2016 at 3:05 pm #43836AnonymousGuestMY MUSEI have a muse, which before I knew not it's role
filling me with inspiration, while excavating my soul.
Pulling, tearing, ripping, she demands these thoughts from me
she is hungry, she is thirsty, no ordinary muse you see.A stirring, an itch, a whimper, that's how it began
this irresistible urge, slowly burning, to which I ran.
I dared play with fire, this impulsive girl now driven mad
and to think it started innocently replying to a Personal Ad.My approach quick n brazen, I wanted to play
I teased, I nibbled, I bit. But was kept at bay.
A slap on the hand, a rebuke making me pout
resistance was futile I would show her, I shout.I knocked, I pestered, I flirted relentlessly without regard
I would get her to notice, to open and drop her guard.
Little did I know, who was predator , who was prey
I was to meet a force unknown to me, willing to play.She warned me, she told me, let's keep it at this
I did not, I could not listen, I followed my bliss.
The assault came quickly, silently, leaving no crime
this entity, posing as a lamb, moved inside taking little time.A change I noticed, subtle at first, inside me
a whisper in a sea of voices, a plea to be free.
Growing, spreading, not to be denied, this power inside
Taking, giving, nurturing n demanding, nowhere to hideWhen I feel her rummaging all through my head
suppressed thoughts n feelings come rushing n spread.
She fills me with her passion, empowering me to sing
to be touched by her power is a beautiful, magical thing.But when I realize she is gone, so is this voice
hidden from me once again, silent by choice.
No longer free, I see it's all her, that flows from me
these are all her words , not mine, this Muse set free.I want her to know, this muse of mine
“Peaches” is to her, as “She” is to I.
A special, rare thing, If possible at all
muses for muses, caught in their squallI want her to know, from this muse who persisted
When she gets me alone, I get all tongue tied n twisted
Now I know, now I see
what a Muse can do, can do to me.One more thought I must share before I leave
to this friend, kindred spirit that lets me breath
There is nothing you can do or say, that would drive your Peaches away
Not gender, not race, not faith nor space could keep my spirit at bay.– Me n MY muse .. Always in my head, well as long as she is not devouring “hubby's” head. *giggles*
August 13, 2016 at 9:57 pm #43837AnonymousGuestBaby's been a Bad, Bad GirlCareful, I am, knowing what you could do,
but my resistance is futile, deep desires too trueOh My Lady Andrea, “what's a Bad, Bad girl to do”?
Leaving you all behind with nothing at all to do.While your peaches are being plundered
by someone other than you, I wondered.I lick, I bite, I suck, I fuck ,,, all without permission
Knowing when I return, I want to offer my submission.I know once bound, there is nothing I can do
I am now your indulgence, enduring your view.Butterflies a plenty, exhilaration and fear brew
thoughts racing through my mind of what you will doBaby's been a Bad, Bad Girl, now asking for forgiveness
I beg my Lady Andrea, please punish me for my businessI try, I try so hard for you, but I lack your control and fortitude
I see, I like I crave, I want, I am but a prisoner of my moodI now submit to your wishes, place my deepest trust in you
Am I worthy of your forgiveness, your mercy, or your shoe.My gaze now your prisoner, my voice but a whimper
I hesitantly release the flogger, bow my head and purrrI wait for your instructions, obedient I am
My Lady Andrea says “Turn over”, I reply , “Yes Ma'am”.– Me ” Your Peaches”
August 18, 2016 at 5:06 am #43838Anatasia97GuestSoft Smiles.. Very nice kaitlyn..
August 21, 2016 at 8:46 am #43839AnonymousGuestWhen you care ….
When you care, a change takes hold
silently, slowly, slipping inside never again to be denied.When you care, control is relinquished, feelings hijacked
a prisoner of your heart, along only for the rideWhen you care, worlds collide, fantasy slips into reality
feelings betray logic, emotions borne, magic witnessedWhen you care, the “space between the lines” binding words
composing thoughts, nothing lost in translation, no “sorries”When you care, sacrifices are gifts, pleasing is pleasure,
thoughts become touches, a “me n you” becomes “we n us”When you care, for another more than you
your cowards become heroes, your demons …angels
For nothing is impossible when you care
For all those who have been touched by the power of caring, for others here or passed.
For the rest who I pray someday will
For the power of “giving” is always greater than “receiving”, lasting, nurturing n fulfilling.– Me …. I care for you
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