Submissions by Gahddess_Worship
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am trying to be me, whoever that is :)
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 9:18pm
2nd Sep 2014 9:18pm
Aural Sex
Warm, tickling whispers
electrify head to toe
cascades of desire
electrify head to toe
cascades of desire
179 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Sep 2014 4:56pm
1st Sep 2014 4:56pm
MORNING AFTER
Clothes strewn on the floor
lingering essence of joy
your unmasked beauty
lingering essence of joy
your unmasked beauty
167 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 7:57pm
30th Aug 2014 7:57pm
SOURCE
When life itself
is your muse
inspiration is found
in anything
you choose
is your muse
inspiration is found
in anything
you choose
53 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 6:00am
27th Aug 2014 6:00am
Signs Of Life
Aimlessly he floats
cold and alone
tethered to his vessel
crippled beyond repair
not unlike the planet
in whose orbit he wanders
Life sustaining oxygen flow
ebbs in his umbilical cord
nearing a state of hypoxic delirium
of a sudden he hears
the dulcet strains of an astral aria
beckoning him to escape the bonds
of his dreary, hopeless reality
to follow
he knows not who or what
only that its sensual melody
fills him with inexplicable joy
Perhaps an angel
sent to convey him to his eternal rest
or some...
cold and alone
tethered to his vessel
crippled beyond repair
not unlike the planet
in whose orbit he wanders
Life sustaining oxygen flow
ebbs in his umbilical cord
nearing a state of hypoxic delirium
of a sudden he hears
the dulcet strains of an astral aria
beckoning him to escape the bonds
of his dreary, hopeless reality
to follow
he knows not who or what
only that its sensual melody
fills him with inexplicable joy
Perhaps an angel
sent to convey him to his eternal rest
or some...
93 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 8:55pm
21st Aug 2014 8:55pm
VERUM FORMA
(Painting: Picasso - Girl Before A Mirror, 1932
Believing
External
Attributes to be
Unconnected
To
Your authentic self
Believing
External
Attributes to be
Unconnected
To
Your authentic self
59 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 4:41am
5th Aug 2014 4:41am
BENDING
b]Round, pearlescent
down the middle cleft in two
pink orchid peeks through[i]
down the middle cleft in two
pink orchid peeks through[i]
155 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 7:56am
29th Jul 2014 7:56am
FORTUNATE
(Sung to Carmina Burana, Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi by Carl Orff)
ff
He wakes alone
She wakes alone
Two souls yearning for true love
mp
He enters in
the small cafe
to buy a cup of
coffee
mp
She’s sitting there
lost in her book
looks up when he starts
speaking
mf
It cannot be
him standing there
she feels her skin start
tingling
mp
His eyes meet hers
they share a smile
they had been longtime
lovers
mp ...
ff
He wakes alone
She wakes alone
Two souls yearning for true love
mp
He enters in
the small cafe
to buy a cup of
coffee
mp
She’s sitting there
lost in her book
looks up when he starts
speaking
mf
It cannot be
him standing there
she feels her skin start
tingling
mp
His eyes meet hers
they share a smile
they had been longtime
lovers
mp ...
126 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 10:32am
26th Jul 2014 10:32am
PRESSING FLOWERS
Sheltered by a field of flowers
dancing with a Summer breeze
two bodies, naturally naked
lay entwined
on a cushion of stems
sacrificed for their sacred ritual
His strong fingers
run through her soft hair
like joyous children
playing in a field of straw
her serene sapphire eyes
pour over him
filling his soul
with unfathomable happiness
High on her opiate scent
his warm excited breath
collides with her sweet staccato exhalation
together tightly sealed
by voracious kisses
as if newly born ...
dancing with a Summer breeze
two bodies, naturally naked
lay entwined
on a cushion of stems
sacrificed for their sacred ritual
His strong fingers
run through her soft hair
like joyous children
playing in a field of straw
her serene sapphire eyes
pour over him
filling his soul
with unfathomable happiness
High on her opiate scent
his warm excited breath
collides with her sweet staccato exhalation
together tightly sealed
by voracious kisses
as if newly born ...
163 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 11:30pm
11th Jul 2014 11:30pm
UNDERSTANDING JEUX
(Inspired by "Jeux" by Debussy)
Navigating Debussy’s [font=Times New Roman]“Jeux”
disturbed by it’s chaotic rhythms
confused with its atonality
yearning to listen with her ears
plumb the depths of her understanding
feel the passion that excites
her every muscle, every tendon to dance
Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaît, à comprendre
Et voilà
on me an epiphanic light shines
the vicissitudes of life
are in the music displayed
wherein the promise of death
is the only tonic note guaranteed
our very existence
a...
Navigating Debussy’s [font=Times New Roman]“Jeux”
disturbed by it’s chaotic rhythms
confused with its atonality
yearning to listen with her ears
plumb the depths of her understanding
feel the passion that excites
her every muscle, every tendon to dance
Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaît, à comprendre
Et voilà
on me an epiphanic light shines
the vicissitudes of life
are in the music displayed
wherein the promise of death
is the only tonic note guaranteed
our very existence
a...
58 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 7:13am
9th Jul 2014 7:13am
DATE NIGHT
(Inspired by actual events; the names have been changed because, frankly, I didn't stop to ask)
Shhhhhhh!
be very quiet
John are you sure?
sure ‘bout what?
that we’re supposed to be
you know...in here?
don’t fret Yolanda
my cousin Fred
just before he disappeared
said this is the safest place
in our world
ha ha he called it “lover’s hide-away”
a veritable Taj Mahal, he said
John?
what?
wasn’t the Taj Mahal
built as a mausoleum?
a mouse-o-what? ...
Shhhhhhh!
be very quiet
John are you sure?
sure ‘bout what?
that we’re supposed to be
you know...in here?
don’t fret Yolanda
my cousin Fred
just before he disappeared
said this is the safest place
in our world
ha ha he called it “lover’s hide-away”
a veritable Taj Mahal, he said
John?
what?
wasn’t the Taj Mahal
built as a mausoleum?
a mouse-o-what? ...
60 reads
13 Comments
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