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Open Petals

Petals of a flower open to capture the dew of a misty morning / sweet perfume lingers over pretty color dresses / enticing and enchanting drawn like the bee / I wander through a garden of open petals / need I choose one to pick to be mine This is from a dVerse prompt: “WriteContinue reading “Open Petals”

Black corded whip

Strong, leather, precision tippedHeld in a hand in complete controlTame my inner whimsStrike from me my soulUnder your guided handI become what I need to beReleased with each crack and stingMe true self is set freePetulant yet reluctantI bend not the knee but waistBent over clothes freeI simply wait“Count aloud.” A simple commandComfortably said beforeCrackContinue reading “Black corded whip”

Shiny Metal Circle

Given in loveTaken as devotionA symbol I am his and his aloneThis metal collar Buy The Sex Cycle Collection The Sex Cycle Collection a collection of 4 books: The Sex Cycle, Seduced by Seduction, Fires of Fornication & After All is Said. Read over 150 poems that explore the spectrum of sex, desire & relationships.Continue reading “Shiny Metal Circle”

White Color Motif

The easy thing to do would be to use red. I’ve done it before. Hot and fiery. The color of blood, bleeding on the page. Red in its many hues pink as a blush or the dark burgundy of spilled wine.But no. How about blue? Such a poet’s color. Blues beat down from the avenue,Continue reading “White Color Motif”

Monet’s Boat On A River

Stiff lines and harsh brush strokesThe impression of a summer’s dayGreen for trees upswept by the breezeAlong the river blue and whiteReflections in the water show bare branchesWinter’s chill beneath the surfaceBehind the green of a summer dayAlone on a boatSits a man in a coatHat on his headWith doors openDoes he see the summerContinue reading “Monet’s Boat On A River”

Hip, Hop & Bounce

New York City. 1983. The city that never sleeps, though she may spit on your lapel if you piss her off. The air was thick and humid in the summer, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes was either the pollution or a bum reliving himself, either way you woke up wantingContinue reading “Hip, Hop & Bounce”

It’s not much

He wasn’t much Neither was he little Rather he was just there Being as such Their bond was brittle Neither seemed to really care Much ado about nothing An apt description Of a tepid love affair But it was something Not conniption Nor care This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a smallish poemContinue reading “It’s not much”

Embers

Once there was a fireSlowly the flames die coolingNow embers remainOpenHearts, doors, your legsBurning. Longing. DesireThen doors, hearts, your legs, close. Fire diesEmbers This was for a BattleBorn – Twitter: https://x.com/The_PoetryArena; Bluesky – https://bsky.app/profile/thepoetryarena.bsky.social prompt. Use the word Ember in a poem. Hope you enjoy! A Taste of Stew Want to know what kind ofContinue reading “Embers”

Weekend Cinquain

Two fourSix Eight Let’s go!Celebrate! Party right!Gonna have fun all the night!Weekend!GoodnightTime for sleepingPull down the sheets slip inResting now no longer awakeWeekend This was for a dVerse poetry prompt: to create a Cinquain poem. “It is a short poem based on syllable count and is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,Continue reading “Weekend Cinquain”

Setbacks

Setbacks? What are these?Just steps towards the future unseenGood or bad?Not for me to judgeI just continue to step on the stone in front of meLife hands you lemonsI thank her and move onNo time to make lemonade or meringue a pieI’ll put them in my pocket perhaps to tradeFor a cup of sugar andContinue reading “Setbacks”