Poetic Intercourse

On this page, there will be poems written by me and poems written by other people that I feel to share with you all. Enjoy!

Untitled Lover's Poem

 

I fell in love with a voice. 

A line. A verse. A quote.

His silky skin and luscious lips

were almost as sexy as the words he wrote.

And the knowledge he spoke.

I just wonder if he bends birds

like he bends verbs.

Puts them in a perfect position

so they scream at you.

Then when he's all done

they just gleam at you.

He makes love to his pen then penetrates my mind

one stroke at a time.

I let him in deep.

I let him in raw.

And he takes advantage

cuz he gives me his all.

Now my mind and body are addicted

to his diction.

What he says is so real

everything else just seems fiction

He wants to sell his thoughts

like prostituting his gifts and

I feel like I'm in love with the crime

and with his sentence.

His jewels continue to excite me.

Physically and verbally

both seem to invite me.

But if he can position

his prepositions so exquisitely

paint pictures vividly,

cling to his nouns intimately,

I can just imagine

the bi**hes he bags instantly.

Arouses bodies simply

the same way he did my mind.

Pays attention to the details

and really takes his time

to caress every inch of my soul

and leave me with something to remember.

 

I'm lusting for your lines

Not the soft sincerity behind your eyes

or the hidden truths between your lies

or your hardened heart between your thighs

 

Your intelligence is what pleases me 

More than your tongue could ever tease me

More than your heart could ever need me

More than your kiss could ever appease me

 

We've already made love a million times

through our a million lines.

I've never even touched you

nor have you ever tried.

Continue to touch me without hands 

and kiss me...no lips.

Cuz they aren't needed to arouse

my mind or my hips.

A love has come over me

from my roots to my tips

Flowing from the roots of my brain

out the tips of my pen

and I indulge and count the days

until we make love again

 

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Soul Stories

You are connected to my spirit

I’m sure of it because

when u scream and cry in pain I hear it.

The thought of your soul escaping your body

I fear it.

My heart has been aching for yours since

Day 1.

Songs that are about us

I couldn’t just play one

Because music’s in my heart and

So many have paralleled us

I couldn’t just name one.

The memories that make my stomach drop

I couldn’t just say one.

I’ve written poems, songs,

letters, entries, just to stay sane.

Which means there’s apart of u connected to my brain.

When I lost my phone,

I lost you as well.

I had pics from when we first met

and things were so swell.

Remember when we first slept

on the blow up bed and every morning it had fell.

We’d share a bed on the couch and

neither of us really slept cuz u were too tall

and I was too awed by your presence.

We would just talk all night.

You’d play in my curls and I would stroke yours.

You’d be as stoned as a pharaoh

Eyes bright as the sun

Blinding to the sparrows.

I’m convinced we share a soul

And when I was ready to be done with you

I lost my phone.

My phone full of poems

inspired by your lies.

Inspired by the tears

that perspired down my eyes.

Poems that wreaked of the emotion

you yearned to see but

I could never show because

I had learned to be guarded against men

who are selfish so mercilessly.

But I think we share a soul.

Opposing forces that were never meant to be whole;

Only to cross paths.

I definitely could see how I might confuse

you for my better half.

But its just the me I see in you.

From the beauty, and the loyalty

To the lying and the real.

There’s a part of me that always knows how u feel.

Because I think your in my spirit.

Maybe that’s why when they all told me to leave you

I wouldn’t hear it.

When my mom said you should grow up

and that time u never showed up

and I wanted to just walk away

but I wouldn’t dare it.

I felt like Hancock because no matter what

when we were in need

we always found each other.

Those nights in fear I couldn’t take

Holding onto nightmares from that date

You were my one and only escape

for some solace in my soul.

And when your spirit was slowly breakin

and your friends lives were taken

and you wondered if you would make it

I loved you whole.

Then I lost my phone.

Then I lost your soul.

 

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The Light

 

I'm in a high society

But can't figure for the life of me

how righteous beings

intoxicate from intellectual sobriety.

I won't accept a lie to me.

But blindly you invite these things

and baske in bliss and ignorance.

This cycle's like a violent spree.

Brain dead, zombie land.

Fame led, money ran

nation led by faceless, racist, masons.

Jerkin men like masturbation

Raining lies, precipitation

Fogging vision, condensation

Keeping poor folks concentrated

like the Jews in Hitler's nation or

the Asians in our own land.

But we act like we don't know man

Like the shit ain't etched in stone man!

It's not our friends, this shit is foe ran

by people with a hoe plan to keep the poor man

living poor.

Gaining less and wishing more

We fight for our lives and fight in your wars

and when the soldiers do come home

all they find are more closed doors

of opportunity.

See I already knew fluently

that the governement loves using me.

There's a past of them abusing me

to expand their land ruthlessly.

So presumably, I refuse to be

made to look foolishly.

Enslaved a mass of human beings

mind, body, and spirit.

On one hand we love love

but on the other hand we fear it.

God is in our hearts but we're so scared to just go near it.

I think I blame the church

for giving figure-heads the merit.

Not the Gods

or the Universe

or the Energies that be.

Not the force within our flesh,

but the rhetoric of thee.

Following men like recipes

instead of creating our destinies.

As we navigate through life and flesh

and journey mentally

we come to see that all along

our hearts know where its meant to be.

And she fights relentlessly

to make peace with the past

and build a magnificent future.

The resurrection of Jesus

is a magnificent rumor.

An allegory of rebirth, not later but sooner.

After we sacrifice our ego

and rid that cancerous tumor of fear

which spreads rapid after years of mishaps

and you find that real love comes

the more you give back.

And you find your heart heals

when you just think and relax.

Self-reflection and forgiveness

curves a miserable path

towards love, towards freedom,

and a spiritual path.

You find your way from the detour

to your original track.

And everything you always wanted

is only a breath away.

And all those dreams you been chasin

is only a step away.

But people got you believing

that growth is about decay

and death is a day away.

Its coming the more we age....

But my life is about living so I have vowed that I will live it

 There is no such thing as limits

with healthy mind. body, and spirit.

Letting free my intuition,

inhibitions and conventions.

I'm striving to make my dreams

into my actual inventions.

But the tunnel to enlightenment

is a dark one.

But at the end there is an ever-burning sparkler.

So you can peruse the surface

encompassed by the darkness.

Or follow the voice of your inner self-conscious.

 

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Ready to Feel Love

I've done too much concealing.

My feelings need revealing.

I've been holding them in but really

my pores are wreaking for healing

from wrong dealings and doings

by niggas wanting to screw me.

Some of 'em got to do me

Most of em never knew me.

 My feelings I kept close

like children acting unruly.

Nipped em in the bud

with pride beatings and bruisings.

I thought that it would be soothing

to try and control my heart tugs.

Perpetrated with harsh shrugs.

Fronted giving out church hugs.

Never willing to fall

cuz I already knew what hurt was.

Already knew how pain felt

Already had got caught up.

So love was rarely brought up

and tears were never shed

to your face but at my place

I swear my tears they drenched the bed.

I swear I cursed you in my head

I replayed everything you said!

I know you wanna see this passion

I act passively instead.

Cuz my feelings you'll exploit them

and run through them like the feds

runnin' through the trap with straps

trying to kill a nigga dead.

I know I must succumb to them

Brain must become numb for them.

If I wanna get some true love from them

and baske in in true love's ambiance.

Acting on my spirit's intuition

I must become in one with them.

Eliminate insecure thoughts:

Yes I must be done with them!

Basically have fun with them

and enjoy the life I'm living.

Enjoy my passionate endeavors

by embracing and by giving

into my spirit's true desires.

I swear I'm ready and I'm willing!

I swear my heart has warmened up

and my mind is calm and chilling!

I wanna overdose on passion's

intoxicating feelings!

Marked for death by Cupid's dart

Awaiting this gruesome killing!

You can have my wealth and all

I swear take my every shilling!

I'm ready to feel love....

 

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 On my Fucking High Horse

It's funny how I don't even get mad no more.

No more tears cuz I don't even get sad no more.

I might relapse. Get bored

and hit up ya book or ya phone.

But that's cuz I'm just not used to being on my own.

And feeling all alone.

I mean, your the only body I know.

The only man I have loved.

So I be craving your soul.

Craving your touch, your voice, your scent, your kiss...

You're the only mister I know how to miss.

But the desire is gone.

Our connection was strong but

faded with time and various wrongs.

We still flow and harmonize

like my favorite songs but

we got played out too.

We kept going on repeat

but we gotta fade out too.

I stayed round while

you stayed out too long.

I know you didnt think 

that I would stay down too long...

I detached and moved on 

for the most part.

But because I fiend for love

it was a slow start but I'm plotting

on a strong finish.

We had to grow apart

so I could grow a little.

And now I'm growing,

I'm feeling like I know a little.

More than when you met me.

So what appealed to me before

appears to be unsettling.

I'm past my stage of mettling

with various bros consecutively.

Simultaneous. Irrevocably

stuck in my ways.

But them days done strayed

and this dame's been tamed.

I finally want a life without you.

No more life's about you.

I didn't measure up to be ya girl
So let's see what I amount to.

I'm on my high horse trampling over you.

Producing marvelous poetic ramblings over you.

But that's turning a negative to a positive.

Going from the bottom to prominence.

An accomplishment I'd equate to

the heightening of my confidence.

Borderline arrogance.

But my humility grounds me.

That's why I don't regret you

I'm just happy you found me

and I connected not neglected

the love lessons you're sounding.

Get a grip nigga.

You fell off when you dropped me

Yeah you slipped nigga.

I upgraded ya soul

Yeah I'm the shit nigga.

A setback for a comeback

that's all you was nigga.

Insecure and it radiates 

like the sun nigga.

But I aint bitter cuz trust me

I had fun nigga.

I couldn't walk away from u

I had to run nigga.

Cuz your hold was something crazy.

Like a mother holds her baby.

Like a lover holds his lady.

Like a liar holds on to his mights and his maybes.

Now my mind's free!

Heart and soul too so nevermind me

if I seem to be flowing through life so blindly.

I'm just happy to be breathing again....

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 Back to the poetic rants by @LaFlareBear

My heart is a casualty of my promiscuity. Now he's on your mind and im screaming immaturity. Loving you took the best of me too bad it didnt fix the rest of me. Crazy how a little sex could leave this man so vexed. But it wasnt just the sex that lead to our demise it was the unborn surprise that hid behind the blinds. Its conception wasnt consensual or sensual but I didnt realize what it meant to you. The spark that once blessed our lantern is gone all because of my desire to make another moan. Even after its abortion your heart is stuck in this contortion but the love is real so you force it. But even then he caught your gaze like the blissful ending to a treacherous maze. So your revenge was sweet as yall lay beneath the sheets. Now this one night stand has you questioning your plan, ya love for me or the like for this man. All the while your heart is hurting and this future of our has become uncertain. This love is real, our choices to be questioned, your presence my blessing, this pain I hope to lessen, but at the end my message is... I LOVE YOU UNCONDITIONALLY