"orgasmed" poems - Hello Poetry

Drawing things I cannot see, Listening, Keenly, Too the strange things, Coming from, the albino dressed pavement smoothed, Bedroom walls, Braille textures, slipping like termites, or a strange smell, dancing from the dusty old lady haired vent, on the ceiling, Braille raindrops, escaping from your, soul window sill, fog, gets in the room, and we light cigarettes, purple scented totem poled candles, with out near future, melting, and dripping on the wooden counter-top, which we dip our fingers into, sticky like petroleum, sticky like the sap from a forest broken snapped, tree limb, which we tasted, which we ran danced hollered and orgasmed, like the melting candle, like the sapped, broken kansas public tree limb, and i, took off your, orange dress that you stole, though only a few dollars, i called bonnie, you called me paradise, though we danced gleefully, in the slums snout snarling broken home windows, pot-holes,untied shoes,untied fathers,lovers planning paradise, inside the blue 80's oldsmobile, with the stereo turned low, low like the quiet hummingbird song, of making love, in the cold night, under trees, that was old, and had probably seen many lovers, come and go, as its Fall leaves grew wings, as its, winters balding scalp, scattered away, like a field of dandelions, or the birds, that flew from nests, only to fly south, or like wise boxcar boxcar dharma bums, sat on telephone wires, at the intersection, where two lovers planned paradise, in the back-seat, of a blue Oldsmobile, and the night, holy night, and i, **** mind wonderer without wings, or sad singer leather boots harmonica whiskey drinker, and Her, white as stars, dancing in a blind choreographed orchestra, in the sky, far, far, far, even the highway, has no exits, to see this performance, So i sit on a rock, smoking a cigarette, with a Fools smile, as I, watch beauty, from the Key-hole, that is, Solitude.

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC

savio

On the typewriter

Drawing things I cannot see, Listening, Keenly, Too the strange things, Coming from, the albino dressed pavement smoothed, Bedroom walls, Braille textures, slipping like termites, or a strange smell, dancing from the dusty old lady haired vent, on the ceiling, Braille raindrops, escaping from your, soul window sill, fog, gets in the room, and we light cigarettes, purple scented totem poled candles, with out near future, melting, and dripping on the wooden counter-top, which we dip our fingers into, sticky like petroleum, sticky like the sap from a forest broken snapped, tree limb, which we tasted, which we ran danced hollered and orgasmed, like the melting candle, like the sapped, broken kansas public tree limb, and i, took off your, orange dress that you stole, though only a few dollars, i called bonnie, you called me paradise, though we danced gleefully, in the slums snout snarling broken home windows, pot-holes,untied shoes,untied fathers,lovers planning paradise, inside the blue 80's oldsmobile, with the stereo turned low, low like the quiet hummingbird song, of making love, in the cold night, under trees, that was old, and had probably seen many lovers, come and go, as its Fall leaves grew wings, as its, winters balding scalp, scattered away, like a field of dandelions, or the birds, that flew from nests, only to fly south, or like wise boxcar boxcar dharma bums, sat on telephone wires, at the intersection, where two lovers planned paradise, in the back-seat, of a blue Oldsmobile, and the night, holy night, and i, **** mind wonderer without wings, or sad singer leather boots harmonica whiskey drinker, and Her, white as stars, dancing in a blind choreographed orchestra, in the sky, far, far, far, even the highway, has no exits, to see this performance, So i sit on a rock, smoking a cigarette, with a Fools smile, as I, watch beauty, from the Key-hole, that is, Solitude.

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****** into my sofa, The infinite space of it. The faces of my friends are melting off, Like heated wax running down a candle stick. I loaded the universe into a gun, And I shot myself in the head. I can not tell if I am breathing. Am I alive or am I dead? I’m strapped to the outside of a rocket ship with nothing in the way. I’m taking off, and I just keep going. Reaching a height higher than heaven. There’s nothing to orient myself. No time. No space. No self. Nothing but darkness stretching out all around me. A roar of a million voices are screaming over each other, they’re resonating in my head. I’ve come into orbit. Everything is beginning to crystalize. Surrounding me are complex geometrical patterns of love and understanding. Gibberish wall textures are whispering messages through their feelings. This is all too much to take in, It is like the universe orgasmed into my eye. I just want to go home, I think I am going to die. A sense of calm echoes through me, Probably brought upon by the faces of my long lost family. They have so much dimension to them, So beautiful, light and shimmering. Looking like something out of religious doctrine, They came out from the open. Released me into my primal light laser body, Everybody has been laughing at the joke never spoke. And now that I get it, It is infinitely funny. It is like the sand man blew his sand, Taking me on a train to dream land. They are showing me everything, I can not even begin to understand. How am I supposed to understand infinity, When I can barely understand a single moment. I see God in a head of lettuce. I feel the earth's rotation, As I spin around the sun. God handed me the universe loaded into a revolver, And fired me into a flashing rainbow shower. Friday's smoke opera has rendered me dumb. Bathing in a melting rainbow, The cosmos is dripping down my skin. Infinity is stretching out, And withdrawing within. I become the colour, And the colour becomes me. I am in everything, And everything is in me. Coming out of the woodsmen's cloud, I hear a child screaming out. I didn't know what it was then, But now I know what it is about. The trees are no longer silhouettes, My destination is not my goal. I am in the middle, Wherever I go.

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Aug 20, 2019

Aug 20, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC

MisfitOfSociety

Sword In The ****** Face

****** into my sofa, The infinite space of it. The faces of my friends are melting off, Like heated wax running down a candle stick. I loaded the universe into a gun, And I shot myself in the head. I can not tell if I am breathing. Am I alive or am I dead? I’m strapped to the outside of a rocket ship with nothing in the way. I’m taking off, and I just keep going. Reaching a height higher than heaven. There’s nothing to orient myself. No time. No space. No self. Nothing but darkness stretching out all around me. A roar of a million voices are screaming over each other, they’re resonating in my head. I’ve come into orbit. Everything is beginning to crystalize. Surrounding me are complex geometrical patterns of love and understanding. Gibberish wall textures are whispering messages through their feelings. This is all too much to take in, It is like the universe orgasmed into my eye. I just want to go home, I think I am going to die. A sense of calm echoes through me, Probably brought upon by the faces of my long lost family. They have so much dimension to them, So beautiful, light and shimmering. Looking like something out of religious doctrine, They came out from the open. Released me into my primal light laser body, Everybody has been laughing at the joke never spoke. And now that I get it, It is infinitely funny. It is like the sand man blew his sand, Taking me on a train to dream land. They are showing me everything, I can not even begin to understand. How am I supposed to understand infinity, When I can barely understand a single moment. I see God in a head of lettuce. I feel the earth's rotation, As I spin around the sun. God handed me the universe loaded into a revolver, And fired me into a flashing rainbow shower. Friday's smoke opera has rendered me dumb. Bathing in a melting rainbow, The cosmos is dripping down my skin. Infinity is stretching out, And withdrawing within. I become the colour, And the colour becomes me. I am in everything, And everything is in me. Coming out of the woodsmen's cloud, I hear a child screaming out. I didn't know what it was then, But now I know what it is about. The trees are no longer silhouettes, My destination is not my goal. I am in the middle, Wherever I go.

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She asked me to whisper. Come close, she said, and kiss my hair, Draw my waist to you with a firm hand, Tempt me with your gift of phrase. Before I give in, and I will, she said, Before you begin to undo my buttons, my belt, my wiry clasps, I want you to handcuff me with a twist of thought out loud, And make me eager to risk all for love. Enlist the moon, our friend, she said, Under his pale shine make my silvery skin shiver, Offer me an outrage, she begged, Your words, as they always do, will ignite an unstoppable fuse, And before your breath tingles my ear, Before your lips brazen the naked curve of my neck And rise the hairs on it, Before your tongue is welcomed into my curious mouth, Initiate me with intimate details, Dampen me with clues. What do you imagine when you are alone, she asked, Forlorn under a wool-worn blanket with only a handful of regrets, In your dreams, she insisted, Have I danced naked for your friends, Have I opened and aroused myself at the kitchen table for your early amusement, Have I watched you eat hot buttered raisin toast, And orgasmed for you, a loud cry, your coffee still warm, Ask anything she said, Do you want me to lift my skirt in a public place, Wink overtly at other men, and brush them with the back of my hand, Would you like to tie my arms, Bend me over the table, slap my *** with your moist palm, Enter me with rough words and a plea to pull my hair, Do you want a nun, a naughty neighbour, An innocent with red cheeks and a look of surprise, Instruct me, tell me how to misbehave, Whisper all my names, all the ones you’ve given me, Make me into two, or three or a thousand Explore each inside way And teach me what you crave in immense detail. There is nothing I won’t do for you, she said Your wishes, we will inhabit them together. I love you willfully, unconditionally, she said It is my way.

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC

hank-helman

Before

She asked me to whisper. Come close, she said, and kiss my hair, Draw my waist to you with a firm hand, Tempt me with your gift of phrase. Before I give in, and I will, she said, Before you begin to undo my buttons, my belt, my wiry clasps, I want you to handcuff me with a twist of thought out loud, And make me eager to risk all for love. Enlist the moon, our friend, she said, Under his pale shine make my silvery skin shiver, Offer me an outrage, she begged, Your words, as they always do, will ignite an unstoppable fuse, And before your breath tingles my ear, Before your lips brazen the naked curve of my neck And rise the hairs on it, Before your tongue is welcomed into my curious mouth, Initiate me with intimate details, Dampen me with clues. What do you imagine when you are alone, she asked, Forlorn under a wool-worn blanket with only a handful of regrets, In your dreams, she insisted, Have I danced naked for your friends, Have I opened and aroused myself at the kitchen table for your early amusement, Have I watched you eat hot buttered raisin toast, And orgasmed for you, a loud cry, your coffee still warm, Ask anything she said, Do you want me to lift my skirt in a public place, Wink overtly at other men, and brush them with the back of my hand, Would you like to tie my arms, Bend me over the table, slap my *** with your moist palm, Enter me with rough words and a plea to pull my hair, Do you want a nun, a naughty neighbour, An innocent with red cheeks and a look of surprise, Instruct me, tell me how to misbehave, Whisper all my names, all the ones you’ve given me, Make me into two, or three or a thousand Explore each inside way And teach me what you crave in immense detail. There is nothing I won’t do for you, she said Your wishes, we will inhabit them together. I love you willfully, unconditionally, she said It is my way.

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Breathe in, And breathe out. Breathe in, And breathe out. Breathe in...... And breathe out..... Holy **** The ear ****** screech of a thousand voices trying to shout over eachother penetrated my ear canals. I sunk into my sofa, The infinite space of it. My friend's faces were melting off, Like heated wax dripping off of candle sticks. My sofa seemed to be a portal to hell. I was sad, My computer was sad, My fridge was sad, My table was sad, My chair was sad, Everything was sad. Everything seemed to dissipate, revealing the black nothingness behind it all. Waves of colour exploded around me. I must have been bathing in a melting rainbow. This was all too much to take in, It was like the universe orgasmed into my eye. I was connected to something other than myself. Gibberish wall textures whispered enchanting messages through my feelings. Displaying the inner workings of my mind across an infinite landscape of mirrors. I stepped through a glowing worm, taking me back and forward in time. They wanted to mend my soul, show the best I could be. But before I could hear them tell me, I was spat out by my couch. Reality begun to mend itself back together, I am back in my own home. I saw infinity in a single moment, And it is now trying to escape me. I want the world to know what I saw. If they all saw they would know what I went through, But I can not recall simply with words alone. You got to believe me, When I tell you this story. Everything made sense to me. It was all narrowed down to a time frame no longer than the time it takes to microwave a pizza. I was gone longer than an hour, I was gone forever. And now I am back, Trying you pick up the pieces.

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May 21, 2019

May 21, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC

MisfitOfSociety

The Sofa Experience

Breathe in, And breathe out. Breathe in, And breathe out. Breathe in...... And breathe out..... Holy **** The ear ****** screech of a thousand voices trying to shout over eachother penetrated my ear canals. I sunk into my sofa, The infinite space of it. My friend's faces were melting off, Like heated wax dripping off of candle sticks. My sofa seemed to be a portal to hell. I was sad, My computer was sad, My fridge was sad, My table was sad, My chair was sad, Everything was sad. Everything seemed to dissipate, revealing the black nothingness behind it all. Waves of colour exploded around me. I must have been bathing in a melting rainbow. This was all too much to take in, It was like the universe orgasmed into my eye. I was connected to something other than myself. Gibberish wall textures whispered enchanting messages through my feelings. Displaying the inner workings of my mind across an infinite landscape of mirrors. I stepped through a glowing worm, taking me back and forward in time. They wanted to mend my soul, show the best I could be. But before I could hear them tell me, I was spat out by my couch. Reality begun to mend itself back together, I am back in my own home. I saw infinity in a single moment, And it is now trying to escape me. I want the world to know what I saw. If they all saw they would know what I went through, But I can not recall simply with words alone. You got to believe me, When I tell you this story. Everything made sense to me. It was all narrowed down to a time frame no longer than the time it takes to microwave a pizza. I was gone longer than an hour, I was gone forever. And now I am back, Trying you pick up the pieces.

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a new piece to my mothers puzzle.... rather frank and bewildering conversations. this one regarding *** one will admit.... very disconcerting over a breakfast of muesli and cheerio's her " your father enjoyed *** me not as much, i often just lay there and let him get on with it...it was over quickly enough" me reeling internally, you must understand my mother, the epitome of the straitlaced woman, sent me to the doctor, with a group of my peers for 'the talk'. "oh, um...did you see the whales" her " he never forced me tho, he was polite not just any good at it all fumbling and grunting...i don't think i orgasmed once" me ** dumbstruck** her " after he left, i only had *** once more, it was so much better... it was as much about me, as him. i orgasmed then... it was nice..... but he was married." me .... who? her " i suppose it doesn't matter now. mr clement, bob, he used to bring the rabbits and vegies from the farm. me "oh.... him" remembering a short statured, swarthy man with a kind nature... and big hands her "after that... i did for myself, much easier allround.. *** is important in a marriage....good for communicating. you and ben, seem to do alright ....... me " thanks for breakky mum must get on." i am so very sure, i don't want to discuss my sexlife, as good and rich as it may be..... with my up till now, prudish 85 year old mother... even if she, finally, wants to talk to me, about *** just way too....disconcerting.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC

betterdays

ok so thats new.....

a new piece to my mothers puzzle.... rather frank and bewildering conversations. this one regarding *** one will admit.... very disconcerting over a breakfast of muesli and cheerio's her " your father enjoyed *** me not as much, i often just lay there and let him get on with it...it was over quickly enough" me reeling internally, you must understand my mother, the epitome of the straitlaced woman, sent me to the doctor, with a group of my peers for 'the talk'. "oh, um...did you see the whales" her " he never forced me tho, he was polite not just any good at it all fumbling and grunting...i don't think i orgasmed once" me ** dumbstruck** her " after he left, i only had *** once more, it was so much better... it was as much about me, as him. i orgasmed then... it was nice..... but he was married." me .... who? her " i suppose it doesn't matter now. mr clement, bob, he used to bring the rabbits and vegies from the farm. me "oh.... him" remembering a short statured, swarthy man with a kind nature... and big hands her "after that... i did for myself, much easier allround.. *** is important in a marriage....good for communicating. you and ben, seem to do alright ....... me " thanks for breakky mum must get on." i am so very sure, i don't want to discuss my sexlife, as good and rich as it may be..... with my up till now, prudish 85 year old mother... even if she, finally, wants to talk to me, about *** just way too....disconcerting.

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I arrived home early to surprise, but the surprise was on me, a car in the drive who could that be. I went in quite not knowing who could it be. I stepped in cautious not knowing what would await me, I looked in the living room no one there, but ladies shoes and two bras different sizes laying on the floor discarded quickly. I heard a noise up stairs, and off i went to see quietly, I went finding discarded clothes a trail to follow for me. who was this man was he big small i was about to see. An ear to the door moaning heard, rage did flow and I kicked through the door, to my amazement a woman down on my wife carpet munching like a king. Rage and horniness both flowed through me, as she moaned and screamed as i had found her deceit she had been keeping from me. Her friend did turn, Jesus she,s hot, NO I'M ANGRY no, this is turning me on they can both see. We were waiting but had to much drink as you can see, this is your birthday present from me to you this is my friend she like both sides of the fence as you can see. So all ended well, naked were all three, My wife orgasmed by a woman, four by me. I came home early and caught her in the act. But I just bounced my wife and got swallowed by her friend this is my best birthday, I got a smile from ear to ear..

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC

poetic-t

Caught in the Act

I arrived home early to surprise, but the surprise was on me, a car in the drive who could that be. I went in quite not knowing who could it be. I stepped in cautious not knowing what would await me, I looked in the living room no one there, but ladies shoes and two bras different sizes laying on the floor discarded quickly. I heard a noise up stairs, and off i went to see quietly, I went finding discarded clothes a trail to follow for me. who was this man was he big small i was about to see. An ear to the door moaning heard, rage did flow and I kicked through the door, to my amazement a woman down on my wife carpet munching like a king. Rage and horniness both flowed through me, as she moaned and screamed as i had found her deceit she had been keeping from me. Her friend did turn, Jesus she,s hot, NO I'M ANGRY no, this is turning me on they can both see. We were waiting but had to much drink as you can see, this is your birthday present from me to you this is my friend she like both sides of the fence as you can see. So all ended well, naked were all three, My wife orgasmed by a woman, four by me. I came home early and caught her in the act. But I just bounced my wife and got swallowed by her friend this is my best birthday, I got a smile from ear to ear..

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Certain kinetics are involved when one needs to drain water from the ears. Poolside, you see freshly moistened swimmers bounce, when the laps are over. Head shaking and pinkie probing, along with vigorous jiggling may shimmy a pop of the slurry. It's a pleasing, almost orgasmed, satisfaction. Such accomplishments in life seem trivial, but for something stuck out of place for too long, that releasing can be ecstatic. I figure when this reservoir of penned up annoyances, breaks through the dammed existence I live presently, that surge may jettison and squirt from my head like centrifugal lawn sprinkler. A coming of such the world has never seen.

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC

pj-poesy

Backlog

Certain kinetics are involved when one needs to drain water from the ears. Poolside, you see freshly moistened swimmers bounce, when the laps are over. Head shaking and pinkie probing, along with vigorous jiggling may shimmy a pop of the slurry. It's a pleasing, almost orgasmed, satisfaction. Such accomplishments in life seem trivial, but for something stuck out of place for too long, that releasing can be ecstatic. I figure when this reservoir of penned up annoyances, breaks through the dammed existence I live presently, that surge may jettison and squirt from my head like centrifugal lawn sprinkler. A coming of such the world has never seen.

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