"ced" poems
Copulation of the minds...
as word play
leads innuendos to fornicate
upon the poets tongue...
unrestrained
his fingers give voice to wanton
carnal desires
laying the reader bare
to writhe
helplessly beneath his hands
with ink stained kisses
he forces
words into their mouths
a breathless sigh
resonating his ache to be heard
as he stands naked before them
offering himself
to their voyeuristic gaze
before taking them upon the sheets
in punctuated passionate
embraces
leading them toward the ******
they so
cried out for...
Jesus I'm Good.
~<3~
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
I call you forward to witness thee,
The nightmare, crimson reality,
Red soaked sheets,
A story of once an innocence, now is gone,
Torn away from my flesh,
I ask you this, where is my choice in all of this,
I have had snatched what is mine, robbed, I seek justice but there is no answer.
My cries, cries fall on silent ears,
Through the years, my cries are also now silen-ced,
I have become a story to myself,
When I now tell of my tragedy, I don't cry
Nor do I give that bitter, characteristic laugh,
I look hollow and stare hollow and feel hollow.
… People think that I’m shallow.
I am fine with that,
When has it ever been my choice?
I cry and scream and no- one helps, and passers-by snigger as they go.
...’’She got what she deserved, she had asked for it, what, dressed like that!’’
‘’She should thank her stars, that someone wants her anyway!’’
After all, **** is a kind of... love.’
That’s part of the irony…
I don't feel that loved.
- Felinely, Aisha.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
to kiss your neck with these here lips
just once
to place my hands upon your hips
just once
to draw your body close to mine
our legs and spirits intertwine
to take you and make love to you
just once
to wake one morning on your arms
just once
to be sedu-ced by your charms
just once
To lie and watch you get undressed
to feel your hands upon my chest
to see into your very soul
as our two halves become a whole
just once
throwing caution to wind
just once
sinning like we've never sinned
just once
A passionate intensity
that gets the best of you and me
and lets us be all we can be
just once
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
and i’ve lived years of
turbulence; to be loc-
k’d out. problems str-
iking as an adder. pro-
blems adding to the
strike out. end of the
game we all play but
for the lone individ-
ual, and i was hand’d
the pack of smokes
with a ten wrap’d ‘ro-
und. not an act of for-
ced reliance. act of:
– save your money.
you need it more
than i.
and i’ve learn’d to ac-
cept. to receive with
grace and charity, to
offer in grace and ch-
arity. that other ten
percent. braking.
January,
year prior, to be found
destitute yet suffer no
one’s restrictions. and
the numb fingers rem-
ind me of my obstina-
nce, remind me that
i’ve been made to suf-
fer the cold.
oh, how the frigid
men slept with a rotg-
ut shank prepared. en-
ding dreams in which
survival is their sunrise.
and i pull’d a scarf over
my face to obviate the
cold. and in the false
spring of year prior, the
trees were trick’d to
give up their leaves
budding life as an
early spring sacrifice.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Didn't even have to use my AK.
Plus nobody I know got killed in Stabinkill,MA
So it's safe to say,
Today was a good day
Unless you were the creature.
The creature in the sink.
He fought like Dylan Thomas said,
He put up quite a stink.
Yet I received no scratches,
No bites nor pier-ced flesh,
And now he is not itching,
and looks his very best.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
By Mr. Ced.. To SelinaSharday Ros3y
Life is a fraction of what time could be.
Standing in the midst of what things could be.
Waking up with her is not hard to conceive.
Enduring the pleasure of what might could be.
She's thought about to this world as status quo.
But no one ever truly knows what makes her Go.
Her beauty is only elevated by the consensus of her
smile as you sit back and wonder.
All the worthwhile what makes this woman so formidable.
Sleek and agile though she's instinctively intelligent sensual and fragile
She endures a man that would be more than just handsome.
With a smile for she needs a man to be there ready even when things are not so mild.
To be all the things she needs to make her want to stay awhile.
With the entire package of a grown man and not a child.
by Ced.
TIME_2
Her smile is like hands that transition into time.
That flows thru you like numbers trapped and embedded in your mind.
Like a soft melody that rings & chimes.
Even for the existence of being the very first time.
I induce this parade of getting deep into the crevices of your sublime.
Even when its hard for you to Let go the thought of doing that at any given time.
I plan on treating u with the benevolence of class & respect that reassures your mind.
And not having any regrets even when we travel into this mystery in time.
As I foreplay this moment of being with someone so fine.
Captured by the thoughts of her laid-back and sipping wine.
And her knowing that we could do this more than just one time.
As I played with her intellect and she starts to unwind.
keeping those thoughts she could explode at any given time.
By Mr.Ced
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Someday soon
this space
will be empty
No for rent sign
Will bring to mind
What used to be
The occupant who
Truly fought to do
All he could
thinking that should
Be enough to sustain
The publics relation
The joining together
Through true considerations
Re•noun•ced reverberations
Pronoun•ced vowel use
In sentencing alliteration
To solitary inconsiderations
In deliberations or indeterminant
Interrpretations.
So in the end
resulting Inclinations
may have hinged upon
That period
with an overriding Exclamation
marking the end
extinguishing the flame
accepting that the now dark emptiness
May have
Tried to guess... as they did their best
To seek out some exclamation mark
but in the end, they could not bend
It into a question mark
For
The end came like a thief in the night
Leaving an emptiness all but unnoticed
As poem after poem came tumbling down
Torn loose by the very same hand
that also once wrote us
Someday soon this space will be empty
With no "for rent " signs to remind
anyone
That anything ever even existed herein.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
Heavenly Sweet
Fig frosted treat
With fancy minced meat
Steamy latte cup
S biscuit
A sloppy sup
M aple apple cinnamon
E atable fruitcake panettone
M ound of coconut bars
O range pumpkin muffin jars
R aspberry peanut butter jams
I ced sugared yams
E ye candy almond brittle
S now butterball mouth spittle
Cherry jubilee on velvet cheesecake
A proud baker proclaims, “I make”
Bread pudding’s caramel sauce
Cannoli center chocolate ricotta gloss
Anise waffle layer powder dust
On warm iron it crusts
Vanilla cookie shape
Crystal sprinkles after it bakes
Celebration feasts
Of sinful delightful sweets!
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
That age-old adage is trotted out so sweetly,
but what do I
even
know?
Maybe the basics will help:
-I'm 23 years of age.
-I'm finally in a place where I can succeed.
-I've been broken for some time.
That last point seems poignant, let's look at that.
Despite my age, I've acted like a real child recently. I hope my future self will read this with a mirthful grin at my toddler-tantrums.
Still, it is really not funny.
I've talked and rambled and gushed forth about it at length, so there seems to be no benefit to dragging the painful shards of memory over my skin once more- until I'm sli ced to ri bb on s.
I heard a great line recently, 'Whether you do something about it or not- next year is going to come.' It's been nearly two whole months of this.
Yet I know the answer and I refuse it.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC