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Read MoreYour Erotic Metaphoric Flavors You are coconut fudge and cherry cream images I see when thinking about you; a savory truffle that splashes butter cream in my mouth as I kiss your inner thighs. *** Tangerine spice and minty green sensations float around my skin as you lay with me amidst an apple tree breeze while wrapping...
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Chère C.,
What a beautiful write!
Love it that you wrote it.
Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
But I can’t.
I’ll read it again tomorrow.
Until then….Kind regards, Gus
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good morning dearest Gus thank you your comment made me happy ❤️
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“Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.
I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.
Curt
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hello dearest Kurt I’m happy that line spoke to your heart and I love what you took from this…it is a beautiful feelimg thank you graciously for such a lovely commen❤️t
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We love seeing you write of love, yes dark love is great love. Tight
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hello dearest Me good evening thank you graciously ❤️
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Passionately penned, Brenda. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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good evening dearest Damian thank you for such a beautiful comment ❤️
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Read Moredwindles the eve as the day dies shortwinter weeps for no oneshiver in its cold embracecynical fact sarcastic lamentthere are few things I like lessthen a grey unforgiving daytormented wonder my delusions of granduerseeking the Gods of yesterdayto amuse...
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well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
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good evening dearest Styxian thank you graciously these are just feelings and fears I try to always write in a current mindset I’m happy it worked for you have a beautiful Evening ❤️
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Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.
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hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously it’s so funny to me it happens to us a lot and I swear I didn’t even peak at your poem till after ❤️have a great day…
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sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?
Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.
Curt
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreThis Garden Lilacs in odor, to recall the perfumeof maiden's amore, in her casting roomVelvet and violet, tender but todayfor each casts its memory away. Roses thick, with pink and blush-a just kissed cheek, the stolen rushWhen courage meant to quickly stealthis budding flower, and grant it, real. Tulips tipping, to the dew, please satethis thirst begins, if passion wanesAnd drunkards, we, crushing vinessucking our fingers, of green-grape wines. It's a natural thing for meThis garden, I grow for thee. And all encompassed, by a forested gateto frustrate all, that dare penetrateHidden, but very proudly, minethat reaps, that grows, that shines. And to toil tirelessly, just to comparethis golden evening, and your raven hairThis soil I turn; A bed tucked inrecalling how your arms held me then. These blooms that lift their hopes to the sunjust like I did, once we were oneAnd upon your chest, in red, blushedare pink roses, two, both full-flushed. How I clamored, over sudden flowersfrom sun to moon, became fertile hoursTo think I'd ever walk away, this fieldthis earth, this Eden, this ever-real. A tulip, one, and the dew satisfieda craving far greater, so intensifiedIt held its head up and spoke of Springand how sudden it comes, once winter flees. And in this forest, prepared to standthis stead garden, this fertile landI prepare the fruits, of thy hunger's needto fill the basket, with resulting seed. It's a natural thing for meThis garden, I grow for thee. ~~~
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hello dearest Styxian this is very beautiful, sensual and romantic…I have a garden dream to I always picture wisdom is there walking through the garden having philospohical conversations with Eve it is a curious thing… this is beautifully written and your metaphors are just right to evoke deep feeling ❤️
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Hey Crims! I’ve edited this one so many times, trying to get the rhymes and meter tight. I’m not much into this type anymore, but it’s good practice for my ol’ brain. LOL
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I love this. The rhyming is sooo good!
Dare I say perfect, yes I think I will.
I think about your back yard and all the hibiscus 🌺 back there.
This isn’t too far fetched 🙂Love it and you!
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Well my love, no flower compares to you!
Don’t forget the monster bougainvillea! (yes, i had to look up that spelling, LOL). It’s taking over the yard! Wanna come play gardener with me?
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Beautifully penned, Mark. A very passionate write indeed my friend. Excellent work as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Hello Sir Damian!
I don’t write many rhyme/meter poems much. It’s hard for me to get deep into my feels if I do. Freestyle is my obvious choice, because I can detail them better. But any rate, I do attempt to test some creative builds like this from time to time. And no, no AI assist either. (Seems many do lean on AI nowadays).
Anyway, thanks dude. I enjoy your dropping by’s !
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Look at you going all rhymey! This is so lovely, well done.
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Hey you!
This was a major task to write! And several edits to get it to where I’m satisfied with it. I’m proud of it for the effort verses the result it took. So when I get any acknowledgement for it, I can breathe a sigh of relief! Thank you!
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This has such a ye olde sonnet vibe to it. It flows and builds great imagery. Trying to write in a rhyming fashion fractures my brain. Well done!
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Trust me, it wrecked my brain big time! I hacked at it quite alot. I actually had some more “ye olde sonnet” type words in it, but took them out because I didn’t want it to seem pretentious. If that makes sense. I also doubt that I can ever write one quite as solid as this one, as far as the build of it. again. Maybe if I break out the old pencil and paper, so I can erase a hundred times. LOL. (I still write on paper sometimes, because it holds a unique touch to me.
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I’m not used to seeing rhymes from you so this was a pleasant surprise. Your poems are always a pleasure to read. Great job here, this to me is a dedication poem and one well written.
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Hello Tim. I started out as a rhyming kid. LOL. But as I got older and read more contemporary material, it changed my preferences. It was more in tune with my “feelings”.
But, I have a few attempts here and there, to stay mentally sharp I suppose. So I appreciate the nod for my result. these ain’t easy for me. If for anyone.
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Read MoreTHE TASTE OF SYNONYM The odor of stale beer danced with the steel blue smoke, while Ska beats filled the air with electricity. As the room filled, a thousand words spoke all at once, loudly, making it seem like a small riot. Amidst the noise of confusion and polemical...
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Very clever, for starters. And you carried the story theme along so well. It’s a read for creative thinkers who wanna frolic. LOL
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Frolic away, my friend! I am glad you enjoyed the read, Styxian, it is always good to see you on one of my poems.
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Hi ValuptasUnholyWhisper!!! If that is you in the avatar (photo), it is nice to see your smiling face, and welcome to my poetic garden. And it is my pleasure to have “captivated” you.
perhaps you might also like Deep Forest, and Enya? These are some of my “trippy” musical treats from the 90’s. I’m listening to Enya’s “Watermark” as I type this reply.
Anyway, I love when you visit, thank you for time and words.
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The places this one took me…You held this one on the crest of wave after wave of poetic brilliance. It was the faded tight jeans that locked me in and kept me rolling with it
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Hi Willow! This poem, its internal mix of emotion is one of the poems I am most proud of. While it is a play on words, it is also the way “faded jeans and flannel shirt”, makes it more real, more conversational. I am glad you noticed this and more that you got hooked by it and brought you deeper into the poem. Thank you!
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First, Thank you, I am happy you liked Mary.
Second, and more importantly, that bath sounds soooooo inviting. Yes, Yes Yes! I will join you. But, you must promise to behave yourself. I am a nice boy after all….. er… NOPE, NOT TRUE!!! I will devour you and lick my fingers afterward….. er… wait…. I will rav… er… aaarrrgggghhhh now I’m all flustered. 🤯😎😂