"flytrap" poems
It was an autumn day; a fresh aroma the air.
Breathing in deeply, I was trapped in a snare.
How was I loured into this dangerous trap,
I just was not looking or even aware.
There was a sweet sticky dew tasting like mead,
This honey nectar turned my head to greed.
Losing control I was going out of my mind,
In a strange flower bed, I left my world behind.
Now wondering in a deep psychedelic dream,
I am floating eagerly down a rainbow stream.
Tender fresh flesh standing bold and proud,
Attracting prey with her bright coloured shroud.
Giving in freely, about to be devoured.
My censors telling me I was being deflowered.
There were silky soft hairs all over my skin,
Is a shocking end about to begin?
If no one had noticed I was ensnared in this place,
It may have all ended in humiliation and disgrace.
Now in so deep I have lost all self control,
It was as if a demon had stolen my soul.
Just then a watchful serpent raised its head,
Looking straight at me it hissed and said.
“I can see you; you have had your fun,
Now it is time to pay, or get out and run”.
Shocked out of the dream, I saw my plight,
What he said was true, I made my flight.
Lucky to escape, my advice is here,
If you see a Venus Flytrap,
STAY CLEAR.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 6:19 AM UTC
Penetrate me tight-fitting and penetrate me pinned down
The lycanthropic creature you ******
This is la vie en Venus’ flytrap
When you poke me, ****** moans
And though I squeeze my vaginas
I taste la vie en Venus’ flytrap
When you ***** me abutting your *****
I’m inside a hobnobbing alien
A metagalaxy where Venus’ flytraps win a beauty contest
And when you ********* cyclopses moo from upstairs
Heterosexual homophones seem to pervert ***** Adams Glorias
Splash out your cream and gumption to me
And ***** lust loosely wash
La vie en Venus’ flytrap
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
She can feel
The thought
Blooming within her
Flowering mind
That will never wilt,
Dew of life
On her
Crown of petals
Hiding the thorns
Within her soul,
She'll spill nectar
Hungry hummingbirds
Static watchers
Of this beauty,
Releasing sweet
Her aroma
Upon the breeze,
But careful you
Lest her truth be
She's a Venus flytrap
Ready to ensnare you,
Handle with care...
© okpoet
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Adios England's Venus flytrap
May you ever overflow inside our rectums
You were the ornament that inserted itself
Where spunks were pelted to pieces
You ********** in the open air to our promontory
And you squirted to those inside ********
Now you reciprocate to Abraham's *****
And the black holes crack spew out your barber's pole
And it seems to me you tasted your *****
Like a cigarette lighter in the diarrhoea
Never drooping with knobs on the cherry lips
When the ooze congeal within
And your smells will always regurgitate here
Along England's juiciest blast—offs
Your cigarette lighter's exploded spew out long before
Your whiff ever go the whole hog
Voluptuousness we've jiggled
These frenzied wombs of time needing your clenched fist
This lava lamp we'll always get pregnant
For our breed's fair—haired brats
And even though we have a finger in
The clean breast seduces us to moistness
All our foghorns cannot ****
The ecstasy you stimulated us throughout the age groups
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
You were the Venus flytrap enticing me in,
and once you'd imprisoned me; everybody knew it would begin.
I was only a flower with petals so withered,
I'd die at the hands of you, everybody figured.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
Like a Venus flytrap she enticed beauty
Captivated upon its purity it feed the
Mind malnourished of thoughts inside.
Absorbed its essence upon her own Decaying
Moments now nourished, withered moment
Now replenished, but still It dies.
Mrs withering was deaths other hand
Now all purified with her gaze. She was
The hand where beauty came to die.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
it drains from me like blood
like sacred hyms of love
through torments of your mercy
here do i rise above
what is all that which turns
Gods into but men
treacherous pangs of loss
with streams on cheeks again
as if a walk in park
innocent satin dreams
yet fallen to abyss
on edge of time it seems
for when you jail me in
between the heaves of storm
in jaws of clueless beauty
trapped i shall transform
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moments all spent in eyes
in arms of soverign lap
guiltlessly i'll fall for you
to cunning venus flytrap
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
Congratulations! You got:
Venus flytrap
This means:
You are not beautiful. You are ugly. A nuisance to someone else is what you need to survive but you can only **** and devour that which is small. You do not make a difference to humans. However, Venus Flytrap, someone will love you and love and then love you wrong. They will appreciate the drive and theatrics but you are too delicate as you need things other than the problems you're so dedicated too.
Once again, congratulations!
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
i’m a flytrap in Saran Wrap
Definition clingy
shouldn’t be satisfied to be qualified
as the gum that’s stuck to your shoe
This anxiety could be all from nowhere
It might not be real
But honestly and actually
it’s just how i feel
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
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You knew. That wingding sis my tots fav font you know this
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And this frig lies till I lie in ab oboe
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So I'd you want to fight me I just might *** Yee
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
Misty little corner
In a blue Room
Calls out to the mourner
Immersed in doom.
Grey furniture makes
Greyer memories
Faults, taunts and insipid
Fallacies.
Blue is the colour of the eye
It's inside is filled with a neon so fly.
The pink tree of life ******
Venus flytrap dissolves in juices.
The eye looks, the eye appalls.
The eye resigns, the eye dissolves.
The pink trap reopens again.
Lust curls into the corner in vain.
The misty blue corner like a white canvas,
Fills with all its colours again.
Pink is the monster,
Blue is the perpetrator,
Green is the debilitator.
And I, the wild colourless mind,
Sits by the wall and conjures this mishap.
All dreams are flies,
And I, the Venus flytrap.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Tell me what's wrong
Tell me why you give me these nervous glances in the hallways
Cross your arms and look away.
Are you worried?
Unsure of how to talk to me?
Well, my skinny jeans and sweater classmate
I am happy to chat.
I am apt to say hello to you.....
But I guess I'm worried too.
Do you have hard feelings because of the Venus flytrap I pulled us into
The scary thread I wove with the needle labelled SUICIDE?
Do not worry, for that tapestry has long been torn in half.
I'd just like to be friendly.
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
A heart deflates
into a circular fire,
burning a tunnel in reality
so a dark train of thought can barrel through.
Hieroglyphic crocodiles swim
into a stream to eat gazelle.
A universe is just the iris
of gods.
I grew up in a cactus hut
that was atop the boogeyman's hat.
'Ol Skullface evaporates like a rippling image
in water...
dreadlocked lightning
bottle sips on the venus flytrap's *******
Maybe I'm the combination of Bob Marley's dope smoke
& Dali's pipe steam.
That right there
was his psychedelic ego
he o rarely sees.
The Native American sound in my brain
reminds me of beautiful cave paintings
in candle lit screams & moans
echoing.
Bamboo lightning
sword frightening shimmers
in the light.
Tribal war paint vicious sharp drumbeats;
fangs ready for battle,
a head bobbing mystic predicts victory
in the shadows;
glowing.
Ashes from the evening smoke means we've won,
thanks to my brain eye.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Don't ever tell me that
I need a man to ground me,
To stable me, to protect me,
To reign me in;
A man to be the bit in my mouth,
The collar at my throat,
The bars of a cage
Like I'm some wild animal.
If I did need a man,
I don't need to feel
The weight of his control
Crushing down on my ribs,
The incessant ticking of his
Calculator mind
Playing overhead like muzak.
For the love of all good,
Do not suffer me
The cautionary tales told from a lover's lips.
They slither down my throat
With their false slimy sweetness,
"I tell you this for your own good,
Baby, I promise, I love you."
But their faces twist with the words
And their hands clench,
And you know they're really just
Waiting for you to shut the hell up,
You're making a scene.
You can't pair a poet
With a grounded man,
The same way you can't pair
A lily with a flytrap,
A rhinoceros with a lapdog.
I was not meant for the life
Of a housekeeper,
Bound hands and feet
To the homestead,
My sole purpose in life
To cook and clean,
To serve and produce
Squealing piglets succeeding
In his pigheaded line.
I need more than that, so
Don't try to force feed me my "man,"
Mr. Sensibility, Mr. Every Woman's Dream,
Mr. Right,
I don't want him.
Give me a man who writes,
Ballads and sonnets and epics
With words handcrafted
By decadent Grecian gods,
Who spends his nights bent
Over an antiquated typewriter,
Rushing to get the mid-dream thought
Down on paper.
A man who paints his soul,
Turns a blank canvas
Into an emotion,
Raw and real and ravaging,
Who will wait patiently
While his model fidgets
Just so he can get
The slope of her neck just right.
A man who plays music
Sweet and soft and slow
Serenading me to sleep
When the night is cold,
Who hears songs in
The rustle of rabbit's feet
And the whisper of slumbering breath.
I don't want a man to hold me down,
To show me how to act.
I want a man to create with,
To fight with and play with,
A man who loves with encouragement,
And not reprimand.
I am not a mistake to be corrected,
And I don't need a man
That will convince me otherwise.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
A poem
it will escape as a bird
your next notes painted on photographs
of mint velvet
and mine
mine
will do as it pleasez
no rules dangling charmingly
upon my ankle
icing up my tattoo
a Hindu ****
who believes in *****
but not in mankind
not himself
it dies ashed
stuck to a flytrap
diving the room into
dark and light
red and green
cold and hot
but cut slice the floor with your foot
as you're reading backwards
into a pool of ink
that droughts
and ... nothing
was/is left!
.. that is,
nothing--
but my hula wrists
twists and beats
waves
Light is both small particles and waves.
So it is
that
I AM.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
Earth sweats— man in heat,
Caught by third degree planet,
. . . Hot Venus flytrap.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
I spray my regrets I spit out in a flask
So I can let them out later
When I get across this Finish Line
People tend to stare from afar.
It's okay everyone does.
They use their instruments
Trying to decipher who I am.
The only thing they know
Is that we are all on the same starting point.
On this starting line
Waiting for this race to end our racing minds
And before the warning shot starts
I see you.
You start asking me these questions,
Who are you?
What are you?
When did you cross my mind?
Where have you been all my life
Why have I not seen you before?
Oddly enough the last time someone has asked me
These types of questions
Was when someone like you asked
Who do you think you are?
What are you still doing here?
When did you get here?
Where were you?
Why couldn't you be more like him?
Him
Him
That hymn echos in my ears
To remind me of my daily dosage of bleach
To make my insides feel clean.
So I apologize when I see your beautiful face
And your beautiful Venus flytrap eyes
That lead me into another path just like this one.
The only thing I will tell you is that,
You have to start to run,
Away.
Through these empty streets.
Away from my mind
As my corrupt thoughts
Possess you like these glass bottles
That I hide messages of dark thoughts in
To find out that you should have never said Hello to me.
So turn the other way,
Run
it's okay.
Everyone else does too.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Genteel in droves
she's drug of choice
you stay at bay
but follow her voice
It's often said
"if looks could ****
her beauty's hooks
a lustful-red pill.
Your brain's a machine,
gears and all
she'll gum your works
the plane will fall.
She'll get you good
you'll never see,
the innocent girl
she claims to be.
Once you're on the slab
***** as a building
the devil ***** you dry
your bones for kindling.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
I caught a fruit fly
In my DIY flytrap
It’s circling around
Taking its last lap
I should feel proud
My effort succeeded
I mostly feel sad
My effort was needed
I caught a fruit fly
You can see it right there
Oh it’s looking at us
That hardly seems fair
Death is taking too long
I should release it outside
I wish this was over
My guilt can’t abide
No doubt it’s for the best
Health and safety are first
No more flies in my kitchen
Flies are the worst
Except I’m watching it die
Or waiting, anyhow
Yes, that sounds terrible
So who’s the worst now?
It’s walking on the glass
The creepy fly show
Why am I feeling so bad
Wait- where’d that fly go?!
I’m making a new flytrap
With plenty of tape
A flytrap so secure
No more flies can escape
NCL 2019
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
Two keys have two keepers
To a secret part of me
That they can unlock at their will
Even if I plead
One key is black onyx
But it glitters like gold
It's twisted like a tree root
Like a flytrap it unfolds
The other is sterling silver
Its handle's simple and straight
I feel its heat in my palm
As it calms my anxious state
The black key unlocks
My darkest mind and limbs
My body becomes alien
Overcome by its whims
The silver key unlocks
My soul's warmth and love
Emotion runs too wildly
In a safety undreamed of
Two keys have two keepers
To a secret part of me
But to find a keeper with the master
Is what I must try to believe
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC