Poetry Blogs (sex)
LEON STOLGARD on And in the right hand corner Leon ' raging bull ' Stolgard! (4 hours ago)
I remember playing in a hayloft
with older boys, daring to jump like they did.
I tunneled alone through hay and darkness,
to find light at the other end.
As my memory goes back to those carefree times,
I wonder if I tried to impress older boys
as if they were my father.
Was I trying to outdo my brothers?
Was there a sexual element
in body sensations in free fall in hay?
Thursday 9th April 2020 2:01 pm
Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts.
Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces.
Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air.
Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar.
Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms.
Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore.
Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin.
Covering all lu...
Friday 3rd April 2020 11:46 am
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
I'm waiting for the pain
Monday 3rd February 2020 1:43 pm
Its All Gone - Poem by Marie
There was a time when she lay on the settee legs slightly parted it turned him on
Now at fifty two it does nothing, her magnetic sex appeals gone
There was a time she would look in the mirror and see a sex goddess
Those day are Dead her beauty no more a subject to address
There was a time when wolf whistles made her blush when out in the street
The world ...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 10:57 pm