Tag: poem

Night (poem)

Why do I write at night

It’s like I don’t want you to see

The darkness does not cloak

What is in me

Why do I write poetry?

There is a rhyme to it.

If you listen to it.

But that is not always me.

They are concerned.

Why my smile is not there?

I give them my best,

And I guess,

It’s not what they want.

I don’t care.

When the cloak becomes a weight

And the smiles is just one state

Of being in my reality

Calming the sanity that is me.

Why do I write at night?

Tell me, please.

(I wrote this because this is what I feel at the moment. Moment’s pass. Fia xoxo)

Cry (poem)

 

Why do angles cry?

On angelic faces,

Leaving tracks behind.

Leaving traces,

On a wound,

That cannot heal.

From lashes of words,

Made from steel.

Why do the tears fall from grace?

Upon this fragile place.

Weeping and

Wallowing

From this ache.

Why does it feel like I am losing control?

This never-ending hurt.

Deep within my soul.

The pain of trying to speak.

Yet the words are unspoken.

Why do angels cry?

I’ll tell you why.

Because I—-.

Cant.(whispered)

Skin Hunger (POEM)

 

It’s so long since I felt your touch.

How do we sleep in the same bed and not even graze each other?

You pushed me away,

With self-deprecating statements.

You tell me you are sorry.

As I suffer from your exile.

Till death we said.

How did we die?

Laying in this bed.

Completion (POEM) 18+

 

I waited.

Anticipated.

Trying to get you,

Where I need you.

Inside me,

Want you to ride me.

Maybe tie me,

You know what I need.

My intention,

Your discretion,

Not mention,

Our affection.

How I like it,,

When you bite it

When you lick it ,

Before you  give it.

I was moaning.

You were groaning.

As you grind in,

From behind and,

I Couldn’t take it,

As you claimed it.

Wouldn’t stop it,

If I wanted it.

Moving faster,

Everlaster.

To what we seek’n,

As we peak’n.

Flying higher,

With desire.

Then,

Thunder.

As we fall under.

Completion.

For Your Pleasure (POEM)

Do you see me?

Do you see I did my hair?

The way you like it,

Cascading down to there.

Do you see my face?

I did my lips,

So, you can trace it with your fingertips.

My eyes are done as well.

Lined as dark.

As an ink well,

Do you see my dress?

It’s barely there.

Slit so high.

And cleavage almost bare.

Do you see my feet?

My toes to be exact.

I know how you like to hold them.

When I’m on my back.

Ahh, you do see me.

And I am pleased.

You put down your paper.

And get on your knees.

Should I be quiet?

And not tell a soul.

What you did,

And losing control.

You looked up.

With a contented face.

I’m for your pleasure.

Not a drop should you waste.

The night was early.

And we just began.

Next, I’ll be against the wall.

If I can’t stand.

(Copy the link and I’ll read it to you Fia xoxo)

IDEA (Poem)

 

There once was a paper and pen.

Let’s start this from the beginning.

And not the end.

There once was a thought in my head.

Not fully formed.

Just an idea that bled.

It grew into this thing.

It had no real shape

Just twists and turns

Multiple rings.

It wanted to be free.

To be read

To seen

Then the paper met the pen

Like a rooster sees a hen

It struts and puff

Catching the eye

With crossing t’s and dotted I’s.

That how this all began

With just one thought

There will never be

An end.

Numb(POEM)

 

I believed in every word that you said.

Every syllable,

 Every letter went straight to my head.

To my soul.

To my heart.

It was laced with lies.

Hidden behind sweet kisses,

Long goodbyes.

It left no visible trace.

Like strychnine on lace.

When eyes met.

(not mine)

When hands touched.

(not mine)

When lips collided.

(NOT MINE)

What could I do?

What could I say?

Could not move.

Didn’t want to stay.

She moaned.

You pressed.

My heart squeezing,

Inside my chest.

Move

Move

Getaway

Nothing here to do.

Nothing worth to say.

Numb.

I Want To Play (POEM R)

 

I want to play,

Who is willing to take my hand?

This is no ordinary game.

I want you to understand.

The room will be dark.

The candles will be lit.

The cross is up,

your knees you will sit.

If you are scared

to have this kind of fun.

Maybe another time,

right now run.

Silence is required

until I say.

Follow my instructions

In this game I play.

There is a name,

I want to be called, understand.

It starts with an “M”

You’ll say it on command.

Are you ready?

Then take your place.

The door is closing,

the lock is are in place.

I see the tremor

is it in fear or are you excited?

It is time to zone out.

No one else is Invited.

Fia xoxox

Let’s Make Cream (Poem)

Let’s make cream

For every desert

From strawberries

To blueberries

To what under that shirt.

Let’s make it sweet

To counter the tart

From wicked decadence

To your beating heart.

Let’s make cream

That has a drizzle of red

When dripped on top

Goes right to your head.

I want to make cream

But I’ll just dream of it

Instead

Moaning and groaning

As plums dance in my head

With a sigh

And a whimper too

Can’t make cream

With out you.