My husband, sometimes, draws erotica,
He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind,
A tiger man and husky man, perhaps,
Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon,
Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all
The situations that might give excuse
For them...
Blank verse essay, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
A poet I will never be
Tiz poor and lifeless
Devoid of perfection
Pages
Blank pages upon scribbled I have
The pen bleeds my heart but lies
Pages
So many pages
Blank and arid dry and torn
The emptiness it scorns
Pages
I stab at...
Poem, Verse
Hands aren't meant to feel this weird
I'm not meant to spend all day looking
They're not meant to rash
They're not meant to bloody
They're just supposed to be,
Another part of your body
That we use as tools,
To try not to damage
Too delicate,...
Clean, Hands, No-Yiff, Poem, Poetry, SFW, Verse, free verse, furry
#4 of personal poetry
creation date: 2013
emotional free-verse
its one of those nights. when the weight you've been ignoring pokes out its ugly head and decides it no longer needs to remain quietly shifting your shoulders.
free verse, writing
Free verse 9 lines
i was sleeping in a teepee in elacruse,
permeated by vibrant forests
and verdant meadows,
when it occurred to me
the sultan was sick, and so
i had to pack my medicine bags
and go see him promptly, since
the biomancers
Poetry, free verse
Blank verse 9 lines
we would congregate at the back of the
school building when all our classes where
finished and the adults weren't watching and
then we would design a pentagram on
the floor as a precaution and proceed
to conjure
Poetry, blank verse
First they came for the socialists, and I spoke out--
Because I had read That Poem.
Loved its pathos,
Its tragedy,
And its warning.
They came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees--
And I spoke out.
They came for the poor...
Poetry, free verse
Something i had thrown together for a theo exam, honestly just needed a free verse piece for some style balance. wrote about what was heaviest on my mind, stress.
Poetry, free verse
Torn, tied, captive
I rest here with closed eyes
For I dare not look to the future
As I am afraid I'll lead a lonesome lie
A silent misery tears and scratches my soul
I am bound by myself and others
However, this misery is mine alone
Hidden by...
Poetry, free verse