Poetry Slam

[badkittyamy]

So yeah since at least when I looked I couldn't find one. I figured we should have a trhead where people could post, read and very importantly, comment on said poetry.

Only rules for posting poetry is that the peice must be yours. This is so people can get feedback and such on their poetry so even if you feel a piece is nice it makes no sense to post it if the author won't be seeing the commentary.

I'll start us off with a piece i did called And She Is

And She Is
She exhales and I breathe in,
Like sampling the bouquet of her,
My finest wine.
My hands trace over her skin and I feel the roughness there,
Imperfect and scarred
And she is gorgeous

She breathes in and I exhale,
My lips tracing down to her breasts,
Kisses planted on each,
An offering to a goddess
I cup her breasts in the palm of my hands,
She shifts, restless
Breath hitching
And she is wanting

She sinks down and I lean in,
My fingers trace over her hips,
Lips finding her pelvic bone
Softly defined lines that lead me down
I grace her with my lips
And she is there

She arches and I move back,
Teasing her with breath and tongue,
She pleads and I give her all
Touching, giving, fucking, loving
She cries out and I smile loving the play of my name on her lips
Relaxing she smiles and I move up to meet her
I cup her face in my hands
And she is mine
And she is everything.

[rupertbare]

(((((((((badkittyamy)))))))))

What a lovely thread!!!

Spring must be in the air!!!
We are all getting romantic and poetic!!

And I love your poem!!
It is in keeping with PeterH's thread about romance.

And how often it is that love and especially new found and unexpected love inspires creativity!!!

So well done you!!!

I hope this thread runs and runs!!!!

with love and peace to you and yours

Rupe, London, UK. :)

[smokey]

Here are a five I wrote. I hope everyone enjoys them.

“Hush”

Silence is a poem unspoken,
a song unsung.
Like a passionate groping
with the inexpressible.
Like a lover not taken when offered,
preferring to hold instead.
Let’s not tease the moth
with flame tonight;
but in your arms hold me,
my head resting on your breast.
Let our unacted passion
like a poem unspoken
speak for us until the dawn.

***

She flows like a river when I love her,
a true Mississippi of passion.
She moans like the wind in her rapture,
and shudders like trees in a squall.
She flushes like the sky at sunrise,
and sighs like the moon as she sets.
I need no God in the heavens,
nor Goddess Mother Earth,
I have my lover and in her,
all the songs of creation are sung.
July 2005

***

“The Hunger”
(a cook’s desiring)

I taste you with my eyes
savoring your curves.
I drink the scent of your hair
in deep droughts swallowing hard.
I breathe your breath
like a cool, refreshing breeze.
I sop up your sighs
with the bread of my body.
Carnivore,
I offer you my throat.
Devour my heart
pounding in your mouth.
Drink me
until I’m lost within you.
Eat my saltiness
rolling round the tip of your tongue.
My soul, my song, my feast,
I am yours;
stake your claim at my table.

***

WALKING MY DOG

In the park
out walking
all alone,
some foggy night.
In the shadows,
movement.
Shared glances;
smile,
Hi.
We touch.

Jan. 10, 2006

***

“Dancing in the ruins”

I love & haunt the wastelands,
the rundown, out of the way lands;
down by the docks & abandoned piers,
out on a lonesome, windswept jetty;
warehouse row or the rail yards
and ruins of every type.
I know these places for what they are,
forgotten by some
but never empty, always full
of dreams & memories past,
of what was wrought by man.
There you will find me
walking & thinking, sometimes drinking
communing with the wind that blows through my soul
like a stiff November breeze.
So it is with my heart; I love the forsaken,
the lost & alone
trembling with love unfulfilled,
and aching for a gentle touch.
They make the best lover’s,
struggling to release their inner flame.
Can you see them? I can hear them
singing their own songs with rough & ready voices,
fading in the distance
until only the melody remains.

[smokey]

One more and I will shut up.

Spring’s beautiful down south
but brash & sudden.
Up north she tiptoes up
and peeks through the window
then timidly taps on the door to see if she’s welcome
(still easily intimidated by winter)
before settling down for a spell.
When spring arrives in Maine
we cautiously peel off our outer garments
like the petals of an artichoke braised & well seasoned
savoring each discarded layer
until we reach the delicious, tender heart
and discover once more
we’re not just a pile of animate clothes
but have bodies,
sensuous, delectable, playful bodies
full of trembles, shudders & precious sighs.
Down south
it’s jackets to tee shirts overnight;
no luscious dropping of winter’s clothes
one by one
into seductive piles on the floor,
no orgasmic gasp
as the first warm breeze gently caresses bare skin,
scarce any renewal.
But then,
subtlety has never been
a southern trait.

[meteast chick]

I have previously posted a poem in a thread I started as a thank you for all of my friends on this site who are helping me through some rough times.
Here is another that I recently wrote, along with one that I wrote some time ago.

(March 2006)
Explore the depths of my mind,
I am all knowing.
Pierce the sky with mine eyes,
My sight is limitless
Type a thousand words per minute,
My fingers are like lightning
A baby cries a world away
I can hear anything
Place a woman in my hands
And she will know how full of shit I really am.

(Nov. 1997)
Pardon me, is my sanity
Getting in the way of your bad day?
Oh woe is me, I must not see
That your decay is not to my dismay
Excuse me sir, I meant not to deture
Your goal or path, or temporary wrath
Is it her, or the mangy curr
That hath the need for a bath?
Forgive me ma'am, you say I'm damned
I paid my dues, I'll not yet lose
I am who I am, and you pretend I'm a lamb
That's just a ruse, I'm an unlit fuse
Absolve my flaws, we all have cause
To believe the lies of those delicate eyes
So pause, and observe the laws
Be wise, use fail-safe alibis
I'll repent my ways, I was in a daze
When I was found, now I'll abound
And serve lemonade and praise
And your frown will turn around
Oh what do I care, let them stare
At my bliss, my dark abyss
That's so rare in thse days of disrepair
And I'll resist and desist
And be content in my lair.

[anne27]

I'm not a poet :oh: , but I wrote this short little one for an old lover...

Lust
wet, molten, dripping
it flows through my mind like lava
searing the senses
it scorches all, oozing into every niche
of my consciousness
Nothing left
but the white hot burn
of Want

[PeterH]

Hi Kitty,

what a great thread to have started!!!
here's my little contribution

It's from 1993 when, inspired by Vivaldi, I wanted to write a four seasons poem. But back then, I only wrote spring and summer. I wrote the autumn and winter bit years later (and I'm not going to give you those, cause they're about a specific person). But since I really like the spring bit and it's not based on a specific person, here it comes:

She's the warmth that comes with spring,
the light rain this season brings.
She's the sun behind the darkest cloud
and a touch of her hand makes me sing out loud.

PeterH

[BiBiologist]

Badkittyamy,
Love it!! Lots of good ones here! Smokey, I especially like "Dancing in the ruins". Here's mine:

Just a Kiss

A kiss, the oddest incongruity of life.
So eternally vital, so strong it seals bonds, reinforces unions,
Sends solid human forms beyond other stars.
No describing the first your baby gives!
Or the last before your life's love takes a final breath.
Without superlatives--nor the need for words at all.
It begins and ends World Wars and family feuds,
Stops time.

Yet, it may be used and abused,
A show of power, a lovers' cunning,
It requires great skill, but is engaged in by the rankest of novices.
Played at, wound around one's little finger--
A moment's fun, an empty promise with no dimension.
A tryst with a stranger soon forgotten,
So devoid of love, it is a swapping of saliva
Meaning nothing.

And too, it is of memories and of dreams,
Ethereal yet firmly real.
With it comes every responsibility, and none;
All knowledge, understanding, and complete and utter mystery.
An expression of a whole life's longing to find the soul its home
--a shelter that cannot be lived without.
It is a reaching out to quell some bitter pain in a troubled heart--
Sweet salve!

Oh Love, see it as you wish,
But grant me just this--
Just a kiss!

[Driver 8]

Here's a poem I wrote for canadiansuzie in chat a while back (she hates a certain word):

A Canadian gal was just blunt:
"Call it 'pussy.' You don't have to hunt
For a new synonym
for my quivering quim.
And don't ever call it my -"

[huneypot]

Here is 1 i wrote for my ex aka "thr bitch" lol
I usually write heavier stuff, but thought this 1 would be less intense to post




I Make You Immortal

All speak of love so easily.
They know not what they say.
It’s thrown around like dust in wind,
True meaning fades away.

Such sorrow lives within my heart,
For the horrid waste they cause.
To take a beauty sent from god,
And use it, without pause.

I’ll go and gather all the dust.
I’ll lay it at your breast.
Twill live within you, for all time.
A deserving place to rest.

sloopy as shite i know




:bigrin:

[smokey]

I am going to be pendantic here but the root of the word country is the word cunt, as in home or birth land or land of my mother. Personally I have always thought pussy was a much nicer (and furrier) name for it but the slang we use like cock and pussy and cunt, many of them date back to roman times if not before. I love useless knowledge like that.

[Confused4life]

Thanks for the thread...I have posted some poems on here before and I am glad that I have someplace that I can share these, as they are very personal and I haven't shared before. These are all for the same person....who is my best friend, and with whom I am deeply in love with....

Let go.....

They say that I should let you go
That I should really set you free
How can they not see or know,
With that thought I can not breathe
I wish there was an easy way
For my feeling to leave my heart
With out me having to see the day
Of us always having to be apart.
Some days its hard to see you
But mostly when you are around
I feel like anything I can get through
And the comfort I feel is so profound.
I didn’t choose to fall in love
Not with you, not with my friend
Although you I think the world of
These feelings I did not intend.
Right now I just can not see
Me letting you go completely
I am sure that many will disagree
I can deal with my feelings discreetly .
As much as I want to be with you
The thought of losing you I can not face
So the memories will see me through
Because those I will not be able to erase.
Your friendship is too dear to me
So understand I can not let you know
How in love with you I might be
Tell me how do I let this love go?

How do I.....
How do I know if I am in love
How do I know if my feelings are real
How do I deal with how I feel
How do I deal with how you don’t feel

How do I erase your breathtaking face
The face that haunts my thoughts and dreams
The face I so desperately long to touch, feel and see

How do I block your beautiful voice
The voice that drives my pain
The voice that also cures my hurt

How do I forget your passionate eyes
The eyes that are so deep and captivating
The eyes that I fall into with every look

How do I banish all of the memories
The way I feel when you touch me
The way hearing you makes my heart jump
The way touching you sends shocks through my body
The way being near you makes my whole body shake
The way thinking about you brings a smile to my face
The way kissing you makes me so weak
The way seeing you leaves me so breathless

How do I let go of how I feel for you
The thought of telling you terrifies me
The thought of losing you leaves me scared
The thought of losing your friendship breaks my heart


Magical Night....

Magical night
Mystical moonlight
Beautiful place
Breathtaking face
Feverish glow
Fantastic flow
Sexy heat
Sensual beat
Exciting time
Erotic mind

Touching, teasing
Tasting, pleasing
together as one
how it begun
Oh how I imagine our first
My chest is going to burst
I can't seem to breathe
I don't want you to leave
Please don't walk away
with pain you will not pay
Night after restless night
waking up I will fight
cause I want you so bad
Its always the same dream, how sad

Thanks again for the thread

[rupertbare]

Ok am I very shy about sharing this - I haven't written for years until very recently - when I fell in love and gained a muse.

It is a first draft - exactly as it flowed out onto the page.
It was written today (21st March) on the top deck of a London bus that I was travelling on.

I dedicate it to she "who makes my heart sing".

"Without You"

Without you
The birds wouldn't sing

Without you
the sun wouldn't shine

Without you
the stars wouldn't apppear

Without you
the day wouldn't start

Without you
they'd be no warmth

Without you
the shops would have no goods

Without you
CDs would have no sound

Without you
a full moon would cast no light

Without you
the radio wouldn't broadcast

Without you
my eyes wouldn't sparkle

Without you
my heart would no longer sing

Without you the sky
would always be overcaste

Without you
the waterfalls would be silent

Without you
my love would have no meaning

Without you
friends would mean nothing

Without you
I would be alone

Without you
my dreams would be empty

Without you
without you
without you
I would cry until I die.


Rupe :)

[smokey]

Oh I like that, I really do...with some tweeking you could market that as a song.

[rupertbare]

Thank you for the feedback smokey - I was very shy about posting it. For one I knew that is was only the first draft and, also, that I hadn't "finished" it.
What follows was written tonight - the last eight two line verse in the dark - illuminated only by an overcaste moon as I sat in bed.

I fell that what I am attempting, albeit poorly, to express here is that "ache" of love and of the "ache" of seperation. My love, "she who makes my heart sing", is on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

"Without You (a continuation)"

Without you
birds nests would contain dust

Without you
children's playgrounds would hold just rusting swings left unused

WIthout you
church bells would fail to toll on Sunday

Without you
movie premiers would be left unattended

Without you
buses wouldn't run at all

Without you
I'd hold my own hands

Without you
whose back would I soap in the shower

Without you
art galleries would forever close their doors

Without you
swand would die without song

Without you
sandcastles would remain unbuilt

Without you
there would be no daffadills in Spring

Without you
banks would have no money

Without you
sweets (candies) would taste sour

Without you
my cup would forever be empty

Without you
libraries would be full of unread books

Without you
football pitches would only be used by worms

Without you
my dreams would be empty

Without you
without you
without you
I would cry until death brought release.


So that's it. Still a "work in progresss" - but I'm getting there.

Rupe :)

[smokey]

I prefer the first draft...it has more heart.

[NWMtnHawk]

Ah poetry is such a painful process. Just about the only time I'd ever written poetry-in the beginning- was when I needed to shed some inner pain. Has really helped me get through some things over the years. Some really talented, (or really hurting depending on how you look at it-lol), people in here I have to say.

EMPTY HANDS

I COULD WATCH AS MY SOUL BLED OUT THROUGH MY EMPTY HANDS
AS THE CLOUDS SLID THROUGH THE SKY, SO MY SOUL BLED, . . . AND
I KNEW NOT, HOW TO STAUNCH THE FLOW
AS I LOST MY SOUL, . . . THROUGH EMPTY HANDS . . .
I COULD JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE WITH EYES CLOSED BY THE PAIN
AS THE CHILD COWERS AND SHIVERS, . . . I DID THE SAME,
I KNEW NOT WHY, I WAS SO AFRAID
OF A PRICE ALREADY PAID, . . . WITH THESE EMPTY HANDS . . .
I COULD CLAIM I’VE BEEN MANY PLACES, DONE REMARKABLE THINGS
AS THE WONDER OF MY SELF DOUBT STILL LEFT ME QUESTIONING
I KNEW NOT, HOW TO QUIET THAT BEAST
WHEN WITHIN THE GRASP, . . . OF MY EMPTY HANDS . . .
I COULD SAY THAT WHEN YOU ENTERED MY LIFE A REALIZATION DAWNED
THAT AS WE GREW TOGETHER, AND LEARNED TO NURTURE OUR BOND
I KNEW NOT, WHY I’D LIVED
SO MUCH OF MY LIFE, . . . WITH EMPTY HANDS . . .
I COULD FINALLY LOOK DOWN AT YOUR HAND IN MINE, AND KNOW
AS WE TRAVEL THROUGH LIFE, SHARING OUR MINDS, BODIES, AND SOULS
I KNOW I’M NO LONGER BLEEDING
FOR I NO LONGER AM IN THE GRASP OF . . . EMPTY HANDS . . .

[NWMtnHawk]

I don't know who wrote this poem, saw it on a profile years ago and was signed "author unknown." But Oh God how it touched me!

“AFTER A WHILE, YOU LEARN THE SUBTLE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN HOLDING A HAND AND CHANGING A SOUL, AND
YOU LEARN THAT LOVE DOESN’T MEAN LEANING, AND
COMPANY DOESN’T MEAN SECURITY.
“AND YOU BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THAT KISSES AREN’T
CONTRACTS AND PRESENTS AREN’T PROMISES, AND YOU
BEGIN TO ACCEPT YOUR DEFEATS WITH YOUR HEAD
HELD HIGH, AND YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN; WITH THE GRACE
OF AN ADULT NOT THE GREIF OF A CHILD.
“YOU LEARN TO BUILD YOUR ROADS ON TODAY
BECAUSE TOMORROWS GROUND IS TOO UNCERTAIN
FOR PLANS, AND FUTURES HAVE A WAY OF FALLING
DOWN IN MID FLIGHT. AFTER A WHILE YOU LEARN THAT
EVEN SUNSHINE BURNS IF YOU GET TOO MUCH.
“SO YOU PLANT YOUR OWN GARDEN, AND DECORATE
YOUR OWN SOUL, INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR SOMEONE
ELSE TO BRING YOU FLOWERS.
“AND YOU LEARN THAT YOU REALLY CAN ENDURE,
YOU REALLY ARE STRONG, AND YOU REALLY DO HAVE
WORTH. AND YOU LEARN AND LEARN . . . AND YOU
LEARN~WITH EVERY GOODBYE YOU LEARN.”
-COMES THE DAWN-

[rupertbare]

Well having reduced my life philosophy down to just three words (love conquers all).....
I have reduced my thoughts about my new found on-site love and the aching at being on two sides of the Atlantic .......
to ten words.

"if just for two days
what days they would be"

It comes from a piece that I am working on called "Fragments".
Any of you that write poems and carry pen and paper around with you will understand.
Am forever stopping as I walk about London!!! lol!!!

love and peace

Rupe :)

[codybear3]

I am not a poet...
This, I do know it.
Words do not come to me
in any degree.
Try as I might,
From morning to night.
I can only share with you here...
The words of others that I hear...-Cody :bigrin:


SONG OF THE EARTHDREAM

By
Nunya Ageya

Here,
under this grass,
I will soon release my mind
to travel where it must,
when, soaring,
I revisit the Earth-mother.

Here,
under these roots,
I will go when my heart walks
the path of sacred smoke,
when, wondering,
I revisit the Earth-mother.


Here,
under this earth,
I will learn the Earthdream song
I dance to all my life,
when, singing,
I revisit the Earth-mother.


Here,
under these stones,
I will find the center of
the circle my soul walks,
when, living,
I revisit the Earth-mother.

[GreenEyes01]

I LOVE poetry, all you guys are so talented. Every poem has it's own heartfelt meaning.
I'v always thought that poems are a very intimate thing to share, lets people have a glimpse of your soul!
Hey, here's my contribution.. it's untitled though, none of my poems are titled..

"The dust has settled
The storm has passed, leaving a ravaged land in its wake.
The sky appears to be clearing.
Tormentor of the earth.
The punishment dealt is quick and devestating.

I raise my eyes.
The light is blinding. A vision.
Your warmth smiles upon me.
I'm alive. My heart beats.
My chest, rises and falls with each breath.
I can feel it. I'm aware.
My journey has begun.
Are you coming with me?
Will you experience this life with me?
Hold my hand, I won't let you fall."

Ooh.. one more :)

"Touch me.
Lay your hands on me.
Your breath on my skin quickens my heart.
A relentless yearning, unfulfilled.
Forbidden.
A sweet ache that tortures my thoughts. Twisted in torment.
Unreciprocated.

Let me sleep, drift to a world of desire and want.
A land of dreams, where fantasies are a truth, a fact in the night.
Where darkness overshadows the sins of the mind.
Banish the thoughts from my head, the crevices of my brain are squirming with the parasites of lust, alive, feeding from the lack of reality and incessant presence of fantasy."


Keep posting poems guys, I'm loving them!!