Submissions by PhilipWardlow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I think I'm a cool, sexy, quirky, reflective nerd of a poet. I want to show aspects of myself and observations of others and life that I hope entertains you whether sexually,intellectually,or artistically
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2014 2:34pm
1st Sep 2014 2:34pm
Damage Goods
Father dead as I turned twelve.
My mother had already left him before I had
turned ten.
Fifteen homes in eighteens years
A nomad in the desert traveled less.
What was home?
Only a room shared with violent assholes
who acted as thieves.
I owed everything in fear.
My mother ranted. Always ranted
Life was never good enough.
I never asked to be the strong one
the smart one.
The one who always did the "right" things.
But it was expected
All the rest could fuck up
my brothers,
my mother.
All fuck-ups....
My mother had already left him before I had
turned ten.
Fifteen homes in eighteens years
A nomad in the desert traveled less.
What was home?
Only a room shared with violent assholes
who acted as thieves.
I owed everything in fear.
My mother ranted. Always ranted
Life was never good enough.
I never asked to be the strong one
the smart one.
The one who always did the "right" things.
But it was expected
All the rest could fuck up
my brothers,
my mother.
All fuck-ups....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 1:12am
23rd Aug 2014 1:12am
Ms. Submissive
Dark hair, dark eyes, and deep wicked thoughts
behind a lighted smile
A mischievous nature.
alongside a shy demure
way you have about you.
You know what you want
so you take it
You grab for that golden ring.
which dangles.
Yet you want to be given something,
A command,
a wish to acquiescence to
a strength you find release in.
Be it in form and body or
mind and soul.
You wish to crawl, you wish to bend.
You wish to give your all
for him.
Your flesh is his,
"Take me," You...
behind a lighted smile
A mischievous nature.
alongside a shy demure
way you have about you.
You know what you want
so you take it
You grab for that golden ring.
which dangles.
Yet you want to be given something,
A command,
a wish to acquiescence to
a strength you find release in.
Be it in form and body or
mind and soul.
You wish to crawl, you wish to bend.
You wish to give your all
for him.
Your flesh is his,
"Take me," You...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 3:50am
10th Jul 2014 3:50am
Taken
In silent repose in bed
she read.
Night enshrouded her.
Eyes heavy from the day
as sleep was soon to come.
A creaking of the stairs
revealed of his approach
A small kiss goodnight
then to leave again as always...alas
Book put aside as he entered,
his handsome rugged smile
found hers as he approached
bedside.
A light kiss on full lips
along with his lingering cologne
clinging to his pores
caused her to sigh inside.
Light kiss turned to an insistence
pressure as a rough hand found ...
she read.
Night enshrouded her.
Eyes heavy from the day
as sleep was soon to come.
A creaking of the stairs
revealed of his approach
A small kiss goodnight
then to leave again as always...alas
Book put aside as he entered,
his handsome rugged smile
found hers as he approached
bedside.
A light kiss on full lips
along with his lingering cologne
clinging to his pores
caused her to sigh inside.
Light kiss turned to an insistence
pressure as a rough hand found ...
162 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 7:31am
4th Jul 2014 7:31am
Tie Tie Tie
Tie you up...
Bind you up
With every wrap of silk rope
I delve deeper into you.
Your eyes tell the tale.
Your pleasure is plain as day
as the rope constricts around
a wrist...your waist...
Your pulse quickens at the same
time it calms.
A juxtaposition of emotions in being
bound.
For you...for me.
My delicate touch with each braid,
my desires are transferred to you
in every strand.
Bound.
To me. I have control because you have
given it.
That is the true beauty of the art
I create around your...
Bind you up
With every wrap of silk rope
I delve deeper into you.
Your eyes tell the tale.
Your pleasure is plain as day
as the rope constricts around
a wrist...your waist...
Your pulse quickens at the same
time it calms.
A juxtaposition of emotions in being
bound.
For you...for me.
My delicate touch with each braid,
my desires are transferred to you
in every strand.
Bound.
To me. I have control because you have
given it.
That is the true beauty of the art
I create around your...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 2:48am
26th Jun 2014 2:48am
Another World
Always a flash she is,
the light of the moon catching her at times
when I am out upon the dark deep waters
of the great sea.
I remember locking eyes with her once.
Just once.
A look which pulled at my soul.
A look of wanting, a look
of yearning to approach,
to be seen, to be known,
to be not so alone in
the darkness
below.
Fortune to find me,
but fate made us all fools to believe.
She another life force
beating in an alien world. ...
the light of the moon catching her at times
when I am out upon the dark deep waters
of the great sea.
I remember locking eyes with her once.
Just once.
A look which pulled at my soul.
A look of wanting, a look
of yearning to approach,
to be seen, to be known,
to be not so alone in
the darkness
below.
Fortune to find me,
but fate made us all fools to believe.
She another life force
beating in an alien world. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 2:41am
26th Jun 2014 2:41am
Instruments of Us
Mind, mouth, eyes and hands;
all potential instruments of
sin.
If left unchecked.
Wantoness awaits
Mind your mouth.
Keep your eyes cast in their proper place
Keep your hands
at your side,
Lest it give rise to illegal transgressions
on this wild ride.
Always fighting the feelings.
Always fighting the weakness from within.
Why not follow the beat, beat, beat of that other instrument
so often ignored.
The heart, heart, heart…
It sings true,
...
all potential instruments of
sin.
If left unchecked.
Wantoness awaits
Mind your mouth.
Keep your eyes cast in their proper place
Keep your hands
at your side,
Lest it give rise to illegal transgressions
on this wild ride.
Always fighting the feelings.
Always fighting the weakness from within.
Why not follow the beat, beat, beat of that other instrument
so often ignored.
The heart, heart, heart…
It sings true,
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st May 2014 4:08am
31st May 2014 4:08am
Words of DisContentment
I will just sit here and smile
like a marionette
with a painted on grin.
Shall that make you happy?
Nothing is wrong.
Seeeeeeeee....:)
I'm smiling just for you.
Aren't I a good little boy?
Why should there ever be anything wrong?
Yes. Yes. Pat me on the head
All is fine in Whoville.
Why talk when
you can just
live in your own world of favored
opinions that works
just for you.
Judge me. Throw me away.
I have no friend.
I would hold your hand as you
walked through hell.
...
like a marionette
with a painted on grin.
Shall that make you happy?
Nothing is wrong.
Seeeeeeeee....:)
I'm smiling just for you.
Aren't I a good little boy?
Why should there ever be anything wrong?
Yes. Yes. Pat me on the head
All is fine in Whoville.
Why talk when
you can just
live in your own world of favored
opinions that works
just for you.
Judge me. Throw me away.
I have no friend.
I would hold your hand as you
walked through hell.
...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
31st May 2014 3:45am
31st May 2014 3:45am
I Seek Elpis
The Spirit of Hope, Elpis, flew,
last out of that Jar which Pandora had opened,
yet it flew.
Always playing catch up to the despair and destruction
the foul ones had left in their wake,
yet it came.
On gossamer wings of gold
to lit upon the fragile souls
earthly bound.
Diseased, destitute, or almost dead,
Bereaved, broken, or branded.
It found them in the highest of heights
to the darkest holes or pitted caves.
Yet it found them.
Know that the foul ones...
last out of that Jar which Pandora had opened,
yet it flew.
Always playing catch up to the despair and destruction
the foul ones had left in their wake,
yet it came.
On gossamer wings of gold
to lit upon the fragile souls
earthly bound.
Diseased, destitute, or almost dead,
Bereaved, broken, or branded.
It found them in the highest of heights
to the darkest holes or pitted caves.
Yet it found them.
Know that the foul ones...
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