a creative thread for creative ones

[LadyMissKier]

too many late nights
where I dream of you smiling
under moonlit skies

this board is as sexually charge as always but I feel like there is not as much substance as I would like. if you were to take the sex away more then half of these boards would be empty. just a opinion and I put it here because this thread is proof of that.

here is a slightly darker poem

purple marks
red spot
black eyes
blue skies

Good haiku. Will you read me more under moon lit skys on a warm night?




Yes take out the sex and you lose some substance. But this life style is about sex, either doing, or just living it...

[sadeh]

beautiful

i like your poetic words, simple and beautiful.

I am lost in thought
watching the falling snow dance
like how we use to

seeing if I can revive this thread I will try to post more stuff later I mainly focus on haiku and rhapsodies

[ecent]

I'm having a creative dry spell so I would like to ask who would like to be my muse in essence I just want someone to be the object of my poetry give it some added meaning all I really need is a name to hold in my mind as I am writing

[ecent]

wilting petals fall
like the tears that seldom come
on these lonely nights

[ecent]

I hate the dream that I had as its beauty hunts my wake. A illusion that was never real yet how I long for it. A memory fabricated by my own mind where her voice, her scent, her touch still lingers. If only I did not fall so deeply in to my slumber to wake and feel that that love was not real. It hurts as I know that I will not be apart of that dream again.

(this poem is actually based on a dream that I had but if you want to know more then you will just have to ask)

anyone else going to give writing a try it not really hard but being the only one to share is rather how do I put it lonely(reoccurring theme in my work so it seems) there are no standards to art as long as it moves you emotionally.

I find it odd that I am actually using this to try and open up or to put on a new persona not really sure which one it is yet.

[Jizelle]

Her Truth

Her glance searches to find his.
But their eyes never meet.
She cries,
but smiles,
in hope for him to see the way she feels.
But no response,
no reply,
emotionless,
he lies.
Even in her abruptly awakened nightmares of sorrows,
his presence provides the comfort she needs to shield her tears.
Afraid to scream,
in fear of scaring him away,
she is left rattled and twisted by her lack of understanding for her love.
Though he may never care for her,
the way she does for him,
her hopes for happiness persist on.
Still searching for his stare,
she dreams for the day,
he finally looks back at her.

[ecent]

I'm going to see if I can channel my inner psychotic and create a horror story to scare you I will post it on All Hallow Eve.

If you want to be in the story or have any ideas just post them here but realize I have a week to write this.

[mand]

there once was a man from nantuket , whos cock was long he could. hang on thats not a poem

[Raging Bob]

Sure it's not a poem...but damn it......it's art!!