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#dripping
Your toes curl under quivering breath      in abandon to the power of sweet caress         yes           yes! Yes! to the dripping ecstasy of our union      to the penetrated walls of the Self we dance wildly through puddles & stains        free of the pains of fetters and chains           Free! we cast into the fire the boundaries of flesh      & weave our bodies into euphoric mesh prostrate at the flowing alter of Love.
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Penetrated Walls of the Self
I just wish people could understand about my wellbeing without I had to tell it to them. Because sometimes a little part of me wanted me to hurt myself so that the pain that hurting my mind and soul, could just go away and replace by the pain from the blood that was dripping all over my hand. Its better that way. Rather to be in pain silently and slowly falling apart.
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
To be in pain rather painless
Vowels and consonants Pool together into words As my emotions rain down The grim and grit Of every memory clings To each sentence Until I step in Then they collect on me Dampening fingertips And soaking my tongue I jump in Splashing out thoughts Until I am coated in my imagination I stomp through The puddles of letters Saturating me with words And sentences are dripping From my chin
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
Puddles
I'll lay my story in blood one day My pain dripping through the words You tell my life's a boon, my friend I guess I was the curse I'll lay my story in blood one day And then you'll know why I have few friends and I tend to end Every happiness that comes by
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
My Story
Pull me close and touch my cheek I long for you to wipe the tears away. I'm dripping colors all the things that make me are pouring out because this black and white world is scared of my painted mind
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
dripping colors
Rainy days and dripping windows, Once again, beside my pillow, I lay upon my bed alone, But in a place to me, unknown. Day two, beyond the first “hello’s”, Clouds still hover, and even billow, They say goodbye to each of their own, They thunder and sprinkle before heading on home. After their hastened diminuendo, Most clouds scatter among the fellow. I compare to them to see how I’ve grown, knowing rain brings a harvest from a seed that was sewn.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
Contemplating the Clouds
slowly everything that we once were drips out of me i know it will take time for when you loved me you embedded yourself into every part of my being i will wait until it falls below me like i’m the top half of an hour glass i will wait with time dripping at my feet i will wait to be ok
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC
it’s only a matter of time
Tears are Dripping … by Jessie 10/05 1920’s, times are mighty hard Momma’s seven children fill a tinny yard All the clothes there wearing, done got passed down Every pair of shoes, even made the rounds Nights are short and the days are long Hard to fix what you don’t knows wrong Tears are dripping form the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby **** chilly night, fires burning hot Ain’t nothing cooking, got an empty *** Bellies all a swollen from the lack of food No one helps momma, feed her hungry brood Aint no Daddy … Daddy went and died Momma was too busy…never even cried Tears are dripping from the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby Momma makes a living washing white folk’s clothes Winter mighty cold …feel the north wind blow Kids huddle around, keeping each other warm Momma always said, gotta ride out the storm Every days a challenge, every days a chore   Meeting every day, not knowing what’s in store Tears are dripping from the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Tears are Dripping
Listen please,   I hear the call As the paint drips   From the wall and Onto the floor. We are redecorating Only, we are temporary As we splatter To get out the past.   But hey, I like   This color As my hands are Coated with some   Thick lacquer That holds my nails And wrinkles of my skin. This hue will go well With what we don’t have As the brush smears The globs Of pastel And wipes out The wallpaper, Of the previous owner. Layered away We discolor, In layers we Bury them.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Paint can
I can still feel it -- sliding, melting as it runs down my skin, slowly dripping down my sides and into places only you've been
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
pleasure
When you get down On your knees in front of me I panic:                  “Please don't.” I'm so used to   Being the one to kneel   Being your submissive   Being the one To caress your sensitive sugar cookie With the tip of my tongue Just not the other way around:                  “Stop.” I'm scared Because what if You don't like the way I taste What if I'm not sweet enough for you The thought Burns up my insides:                  “please don't…” But when you plant A candy coated kiss On my quivering Inner thigh I can feel myself Dripping My frosting Creating a damp oval On the bed spread A gentle moan escapes my lips:                  “stop…” Yet Your body is hungry And my words Only make your stomach growl So you lean forward anyway And kiss away at the sugar My tension growing:                  “Please don't. Stop.” Dripping and melting Into a pleading whimper                  “Please don't stop.” Evidently I seem to be sweet enough for you.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
Dripping Frosting (Please Don't. Stop.)
As you slowly run, Falling down a void, Of never ending cycle, Your persistence considered, Never disappoints restless, I debate wandering, To stop the dripping tap.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC
Dripping tap
As the rain falls down So my feet sound out And pad the coated asphalt ground And the truth is there for me to find That running warm and in that storm Those were the best few miles of my life
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
Running In The Rain
Walked near her slowly, Brushed with hand, breathing slowly, She came closer, shaking, Warm, quite, soft... Her eyes were shing like a moon, They were telling way too much, I've start to play with her with hand, Slowly put her legs apart... Hand was filled with warmth of her soft breast, Movement up and down she been waiting for... Then thrill pierced inside of me, And white liquid dripped.. At that moment i felt enravishment, That's how i milked a cow for a first time...
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
Teasing
You were a leaky faucet Letting words out on accident Wasting what little water you had left Dripping Slowly Draining into the sewer All alone You were slowly dripping away
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Drip
Up in the branches, Ripples dance across the sky, And drip through the leaves.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
Ripples
Learning the ways of the world, Of course it will help us both, Vehement opposition we faced, Exemplifying quality throughout. You descended here as the perennial spring, Of my heart you are the beat, Up against the dark skies you help me shine.
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
When My Life Had Abandoned Me Back Then (2o Acrostic Poem)
i'm tired of these black mascara tears dripping down my face
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Untitled
Watching water drip Is boring Still it can keep you awake All night long
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Dripping Water
Wilting The red leaves fall off But the thorns remains strong It ****** your skin and watches you bleed It enjoys the dripping The dripping of your blood Your soul You. Afraid? You should be. These thorns were meant for pricking the soul and nothing above it.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
A Rose.