Do any of you write poetry?

[ticklemad]

I write poetry as part of my therapy programme, but I'm afraid they are all quite deep and depressing. - dont say I didn't warn you.....

Poem 1

I live in an abbatoir
Invaded by visions
That come from the archives
Embedded Deep
Within my Mind

A constant adagio
With eternal da capo
An unfinished symphony
The composer has died
But the heart beats on

I wish I was alliaceous
Able to pulverize the images
Intruding my cells
Feasting with tumurous appetite
Bulimic

My bugbear sticks
Like a leech
Sucking my life
Into an enormous vessel
From which others feed

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Poem 2

A shining blade would slowly carve
Its largest meal
And leave my farewell message
Carved in blood
From veins through which life ran

The evil would run from every orifice
They couldn;t be trapped
Their job was done
Now they could claim their next victim

But not before they had dragged the powerless giant
To the depths of hell and an infinite vortex
Even death would be no solace from evil
But now its too late

 

[amywood]

It wouldn't matter to me at all,
She wouldn't need to be pretty,
She wouldn't need to be very young,
But it would help if she were silly.

She wouldn't need to be that skinny,
Nor very well "endowed",
And a ball gag could be added, if,
She starts to laugh too loud.

I can't say what she looks like,
And, frankly, I don't care,
But when she finally comes to me,
Forever, she'll be there.

Sucks or not, you vote.

 

[Flurf]

I write poetry! 😀 I just don't have any with me to post off hand. Or any saved on this computer. I'll find some eventually for you.

 

[BoundToTickle]

Lines of this poem kept buzzing around in my head until I finally had to sit down and write it so I could finally have some peace...

"Fun and Games"

"Lie on the bed for a massage", you say.
Eagerly I strip and obey.
But I can see through his little ploy.
The restraints are ready for this ticklish toy.

I'll give him a good fight, make him work for his treat.
These thoughts melt away as he rubs my feet.
Damn! He's quick and soon I'm restrained.
I love this game, so I can't complain.

"No! No! No! Not my toes!"
Anywhere else but those!
"How about a bargain, whatever you say?"
But he just keeps tickling and tickling away.

Jumping, kicking, flinching, screaming.
Twitching, moaning, my senses reeling.
Giggles, clenched teeth, uncontrollable laughter.
I'll be tingling forever after.

"You're incredible!", he exclaims, "in that you knew what was in store".
"And still you're smiling, giggling, and waiting for more".
"This is so much fun and your laughter is sweet".
"But much time has passed and we're both beat".

I feel so exhausted; I'm one with the bed.
His compliment replaying in my head.
"I agree and can't wait 'til next time, my love".
"Wait a minute, what happened to my rub?".

 

[amywood]

Lines of this poem kept buzzing around in my head until I finally had to sit down and write it so I could finally have some peace...

...snip

"Wait a minute, what happened to my rub?".

That is good.