Submissions by hawkdude
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a dude
Ring Finger
240 reads
7 Comments
Chelle
All I thought about, while dreaming
Was her taste, teasing
Two steaming, pleasing beings
Dreaming.......
Was her taste, teasing
Two steaming, pleasing beings
Dreaming.......
178 reads
14 Comments
Ouch
Stepped on a mesquite thorn
Went through the top of my foot
Reminds me of you
Went through the top of my foot
Reminds me of you
72 reads
7 Comments
Midnight thought
511 reads
21 Comments
Hearts and Hineys
278 reads
17 Comments
Games
267 reads
8 Comments
Ease
348 reads
8 Comments
Tease?
462 reads
18 Comments
Turning back into a machine
227 reads
7 Comments
Good Bad Dream
From the balcony I wait
Looking down onto the garden
I see that they wait too
Biding time until she arrives.
Like the soft wind, she enters
As if born of the land herself
And strolls through addressing each
Pollinating with her presence.
All life in the garden follows
As do my eyes
Only my chains keep me bound
From leaping down into her arms.
The chains taut and bloody shackles
I've strained before, defeated hang
Deformed and ugly
Distraught and unworthy.
Beauty flowed out of sight
The flowers humbled...
Looking down onto the garden
I see that they wait too
Biding time until she arrives.
Like the soft wind, she enters
As if born of the land herself
And strolls through addressing each
Pollinating with her presence.
All life in the garden follows
As do my eyes
Only my chains keep me bound
From leaping down into her arms.
The chains taut and bloody shackles
I've strained before, defeated hang
Deformed and ugly
Distraught and unworthy.
Beauty flowed out of sight
The flowers humbled...
64 reads
2 Comments
Myth of Hawk
270 reads
6 Comments
Kukri
Long smooth strokes
The masters move
Guiding and honing
She submits to his stone
Every inch his desire
And labored pains secure
She surrenders to his toil
To perfect his legacy
Flawless and complete
She is kukri
And must draw blood
Before she is sheathed.
The masters move
Guiding and honing
She submits to his stone
Every inch his desire
And labored pains secure
She surrenders to his toil
To perfect his legacy
Flawless and complete
She is kukri
And must draw blood
Before she is sheathed.
254 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by hawkdude