Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
How like my father
To turn to religion
Like an heirloom
One of the two things he left me
Faith, and
Cologne
victoria Oct 2017
Cut off my arms and legs
**** out my brain
seems all I'm ever wanted for
Lies in my middle frame

There is one at each end
Both open to be filled
That's all they ever wanted
The rest of me they killed
From age 13-40.... they only want the holes
Dreaming-Demon Oct 2017
I want to put my rhyme in you
and tease you with the rhythm.
You grind to feel the meter through
these genes, your hands are in them.

I kiss you with my metaphor,
I tongue your eager mind.
You shake against my structure or
the meaning hid behind.

I want to pound my verse in deep
and haunt you with the feeling.
You buck to feel my flowing seep,
vibrations send you reeling.

Alliteration sets the night,
I slow to read each letter.
I take my time and taste you right,
the poetry gets better.

I want to put my words in you
and force you with their power.
You move to feel the meter out
and charge me by the hour.
Sunset Man Oct 2017
A spell-cast lure
from hedonic
gypsy's shore
lewdly hitched
my witch-leery
blooded soil.

Tapestric flame
shrouded by emerald
jaspered slits
slaved the dark
mystic marked and
unthrottled the
unreasoned quest.

The emanation desired
a drunken dizzy
thirst to levy and lap
her cauldron's want
prelude to dissolved
barriers.

Staggered I succumbed
simmered, stirred
surrendered into her
cask filled mix
potion pured
forever now sworn
to the gypsied witch.
Next page