-
Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Key
When did you get the key to my door
It’s been locked for so long
I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor
Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song
You inserted a key
Turned it to the right
I stood before you
I the softest moonlight
You really looked at me
Realizing what I was w…Read More
-
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
and remember who they t…Read More -
redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIII
Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path onlyyou can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
go nova, and space-time…Read More -
Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Pouring Emotions
Streaming tears
down my face,
ever flowing
not from sadness
nor grief.A frenzy you created
within my body,
immense emotions flying,
overwhelming me
with nowhere to go
but to trickle down
my cherry-red cheeks.3 Comments -
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Pool
A young man sipped limoncello, in a bar in the village square,
He was lonely and heartbroken, you would often find him there,
His heart was filled with sorrow, he felt twisted and torn inside,
When a waitress in a black dress, came and whispered as he cried,
‘Do you know there’s a blue pool, born out of the mountain str…Read More2 Comments-
While I fancy myself a romantic, I think I will avoid this Blue Pool. I have loved a few times and may never love again, but I think I do not want to play the fool. Her pool is enticing, her lips warm with arousal, but dear lady, I will remain on this stool. Sorry HJx, I hope you don’t mind where my mind went as I read your poem. -Curt
-
- Load More Posts
My Friends
Randall
@ddollaway70myyahoo-com
Usha
@usha-mekala2021gmail-com
Daniel Long
@gothic-surrealism
redbrick Keshner
@keshnerite
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)
@pauloacacioramos
Groups
My Recent Posts

Shadow Melt
- April 14, 2026

Soul Threads
- April 13, 2026


What a subtle erotic poem Fia. The key turns, oh the possibilities!! -Curt