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Hi there, Id like to submit several of my poems on my section. Do you want them pasted in here or shall I just list the names of them?

Here are the names for now.

I wonder

Hungering Heart

Keep Me here

Full Moon with Kin

Darkest Desire

Submission

Addiction

Mine

Live in the Vein

.... Take your pic from those you like?. I can paste them over, just let me know

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Lascivious Lushness, eases from her skin,
Of silken red, she sways for kin.
Smoothest purity, exuding naked style,
Confident Fury, Siren's wiles.

Licking perfect lips, Biting down,
Thick viscous fluid, trickles, lounges.
Languid solution, it holds me transfixed,
Blood driven ardours. Fluids. Mixed.

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this is a brand new one...


i am necromorphine
i am darkness and death
i am evil incarnate
a last dying breath

the body of christ ...the eucharist of blood
the communion of death ...of lies from above


i am necromorphine
the poison of life
the answer you seek
death personafied


the collecter of souls...the corrupter of lives
the fear in the hearts...of those with weak minds


i am necromorphine
the killer of light
the bringer of darkness
and eternal night


the sound in the dark where shadows are fed
the absence of light...the feelings of dread


i am necromorphine
i am the answer to life
the harvester of sorrow
and purveyer of lies


the means to an end... the echo of screams
of torturous death.... i am necromorphine

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Necromorphine - great one!!

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bravo dano... horrifically crafted by a twisted Night Master... well done!

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Originally Posted by Vicereine

Hi there, Id like to submit several of my poems on my section. Do you want them pasted in here or shall I just list the names of them?

Here are the names for now.

I wonder

Hungering Heart

Keep Me here

Full Moon with Kin

Darkest Desire

Submission

Addiction

Mine

Live in the Vein

.... Take your pic from those you like?. I can paste them over, just let me know

RE: RE: RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Quote:

Originally Posted by PoetsofBlood

Originally Posted by Vicereine

Hi there, Id like to submit several of my poems on my section. Do you want them pasted in here or shall I just list the names of them?

Here are the names for now.

I wonder

Hungering Heart

Keep Me here

Full Moon with Kin

Darkest Desire

Submission

Addiction

Mine

Live in the Vein

.... Take your pic from those you like?. I can paste them over, just let me know

You are a blessing, so many to choose from?

Well let's see, first I'd like all who read this to go read them,
so you reader click on Vicereines profile and read her work.

We are going for Dark Poetry/Horror

In this volume
Some of the Poets of Blood want Dark Erotica, so
looks like you nailed on that roof for us,
so I guess everyone has shelter......

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

If I posted inappropriately, please let me know. I did see that Erotica is accepted and also "starter poems?" Would you consider the poem below?

If I posted when I shouldn't have, please let me know. I'd also like to work on some horror.

Kelly

Deny Me

Winter-cold steel and searing pain
Tighten my shackles
and twist my chain

Strap my thighs and rope my knees
Fasten me to a pole
and ignore my pleas

Whip my buttocks 'til they bleed
Flick my rosy nipples
and deny my need

Lash my breasts and nip my ears
Bite my tender neck
and laugh at my tears

Lap my blood with darting tongue
Thrust inside my mouth
and take me again.

Last edited by KellyRedhead 09-12-2010 at 12:51:09 AM

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Red and Silver
The cold metal of the sharp razor caresses her thighs
Every one saying "She's just high"
Her mind is in another place
Only seeing his face
All she wants is to sit down and cry
But, instead she chooses to die
As the razor glides smoothly up her veins
she smiles, thoughtlessly, feeling no pain.
The blood flows from her skin like a crimson river.
The look in her eyes would make you shiver
Her eyes roll back in her head
Hurry, she's almost dead
As she lies there on the floor
The paramedics knock at the door.
When they finally make it in,
two seconds too late,
her life has flown from her skin.

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Numb
Endless thoughts are running through my mind.
Burning tears are rendering me blind
Beautiful red blood running from my veins.
In a few minutes it will be ending my pain
As my fingers and toes start to go numb,
I start thinking this choice i made was dumb!
But, as my arms and legs loose feeling,
I get this scary sense of healing.
As the numbness creeps past my waste,
my mouth gets dry and feels like paste.
My hurting inside starts to cease,
the blood on the floor has definitely increased!
I would like to tell them all good bye,
all I can manage is a meek little sigh.
The world is getting darker than black,
I realize now there is no coming back.
As I lie here lifeless I begin to see,
there will never be a white light at the end of the tunnel for me.
This blackness that surrounds me will go on and on.
Never again will I see another dawn

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RUINS


Barren bones and stones of old,
Deathly chilling, gravely cold,
Fallen walls that fortified,
Soaring spires, long since died.

I came upon this place forgotten,
Mortals nary tread here often,
Remnants of tremendous keeps,
Now sleeping stone forever sleeps.

Built by bloodied hands of slaves,
Working bodies, filling graves,
Overseers whipping backs,
While fiendish Warlords just relax.

All of that is ruined now,
Broken down from shaded crown,
Heavy from a blackened heart,
Demonic dungeons fell apart.

Here I walk the haunted paths,
Hearing screaming, shrieking laughs,
The tortured of this hallowed place,
Re-live their death with little grace.

The stench of evil overwhelms.
From some unseen forgotten realms,
Quivering I dare to shout,
“Heathen demons let me out!”

The time is nigh to take my leave,
Sensing not what I perceive,
Turned around to face my shame,
Fleeing back the way I came.

Wispy fingers reach to hinder,
Keeping quiet souls to linger,
Mortal death, decaying stone,
Erode as one, yet still alone.

Footfalls greatly hasten on,
Chased by demons from beyond,
Out of stone and into wood,
Leaving now this place for good.


~Rygar the Sinner~

Last edited by Rygar 09-13-2010 at 05:59:19 PM

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Demon Blood

He comes to me
At night you see
To devour my innocent flesh


As my eyes are closing
His thoughts are opposing
His licks my sweet and soft breath


He drenches me
In his blood you see
He teases me with my own death


At first I became loathing
When he melted off my clothing
Those thoughts are now put to rest


His blood covered lips are all over me
Dripping, sharp and evil to be
He knows this feels the best


My innocence is totally eroding
Inside he has me exploding
His blood has become my nest


Demon blood all around me
Hands are bound and tight you see
Forever in love with his torture fest

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Inside You Cold

Inside you feels so right.
I feel so complete this night.
You arouse me with your cold pale skin.
Your cold repairs and mends.

You are so alive tonight.
We are never more to fight.
Give me all of yourself right now.
You give me all you can allow.

Deep and complete inside you.
Your cold body is not through.
For once in a week I feel so whole.
SO dead you make me diabolically cold.

I will never let go.
When your buried I will feel low.
I’ll hold your dead hand on this mound!
With you dead my heart makes no sound!

Wes ”Dark” Oakes’10

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Erotica for the sweeties, especially the men...

A Slave for Eternity


The last scarlet leaf dove to the ground, leaving a sea of naked forms. The Sycamores reached into the sky with their twisted and gnarled arms, begging for redemption, a last plea before the first snows of fall silenced them.

I remembered the prophecy my mother had spoken to me when I was a young woman. "One day, you'll see the last blood red leaf tumble to the ground. This is the sign that Lucifer is coming for you. After He takes you, you will have to live with Him six months of each year, from fall to spring." My mother had entered into a pact with Lucifer, the Shining One. She never told me the details, but I knew He had saved her life and she owed Him everything. Her soul, her children, her eternity.

I'd heard the tales in Sunday School. Lucifer was the prince of demons, a devouring lion, God's enemy, enemy of man, ad nauseum. Lucifer was evil and debauched beyond anything a human could imagine. Fear, like shards of glass, began to prickle my skin.

With a twisted hope beating within my heart, I knew what I would do to escape Him. I would hurl myself into the sea. The impact from the rocks would kill me before I even hit the water. And I would be free.

In bare feet, I sprinted across the thick grass of the moor to the stony precipice that overlooked the churning waters below. The rough boulders looked like pebbles from my advantage, but I knew those boulders were many times times my height. Good Lord, it was a long way to fall.

I couldn't endure heights well and had begun breathing deeply. Uh oh. I was hyperventilating. My breath was coming in quick gasps and I felt dizzy. There was only one way to do the thing and that was to lean forward and let gravity take me.

Sudden pain, vise grip around my waist. I was hoisted into the air like a flower. Unseen perilous hands held me above the ledge and over the sea. I somehow found my breath and screamed loud and long.

I then fought my tormentor, kicking him as hard as I could in the knee. I was barefoot and managed to hurt myself instead. Still, I continued to fight him. I was a wild thing I tell you. He pushed me to the ground and I landed on my backside. When I saw Him, I scrambled away from Him as fast as I could. He was the most terrifying site I've ever seen. He was wearing a black executioner's hood that covered His entire face. I could only see a flash of bright blue eyes. His chest was covered in an intricate pattern of hard chainmail. The largest sword I could imagine was fastened in a leather sheath attached to His hip. I doubt I could have even lifted the thing. He had readied himself for someone's execution. Mine I gathered.

I managed to rise to my feet and began backing toward the cliff. He froze, held up His palms in supplication, and said "Wait, wait, don't move!" His voice was unsettling, commanding but I refused to be glamoured by Him. In my haste and fear, I actually fell over the cliff without meaning to, flying toward my death.

I don't recall slamming into the rocks, being shattered into grotesque bits, but I do recall floating in a warm, peaceful place. Some place heavenly. I felt warmth on my body, on my face. This was death? If so, I could stay in this place, these loving arms of death for all of time.

Awareness came to me ever so gently, like a soft embrace. I opened my eyes to see that I was reposing upon a round bed covered in black satin. Hundreds of candles flickered on ledges, tops of furniture, inside of lamps. It was beautiful.

Then, He was next to me. My executioner. He removed His hood and I looked into the eyes of the most masculine man ever created, Lucifer. The Prince of Light, the Morning Star. He gently cradled my face with his large hands, then grazed my lips with his own, stunning me by nipping them and drawing blood. "Owww!" I said shocked. He chuckled and then proclaimed to me, "You chose death. In choosing death, you have chosen to be my slave. I legally claim you for eternity. There is no escape, no legal recourse for you" He raised one eyebrow and cocked his head, awaiting my reponse.

"You've got to be joking," I snapped. He smirked and shook his head from side-to-side.

He grabbed my hands and pulled me down onto the carpet. He stood towering over me and forced my hands to feel the tight black leather encasing his legs. It was slick and hot and I began to breathe a little faster, feeling a pulsing between my legs.

He quickly handcuffed each wrist to his wide master's belt so that I could not get away from him. The cold steel was too tight around my wrists, cutting them. Blood slowly trickled down my arm toward my elbows. He grabbed me by my curly red hair, pulling my head back. He pointed to the zipper on his leather trousers. I could see his manhood bulging and straining against his pants. I grabbed the pull tab of his zipper with my teeth and clumsily pulled it down. It was difficult pulling the tab over his rising manhood and the tab escaped my mouth several times. He patiently waited for me to finish unzipping him. His breath was growing faster and I could see his bare abdomen moving in and out like a bellows. His breath was so hot that I could feel it on my face.

He pulled on my hair to urge me closer. With one last pull of the tab, I set his pulsing cock free. I was intimidated by his size, fearful that I'd choke to death. But the moistness between my legs grew and my nipples tightened and ached, urging me on. As my eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering, I began darting my tongue along the underside of his shaft. The feel of his smooth skin was heaven for me. He gasped loudly as my tongue slowly and carefully stroked him and huskily croaked, "Yessss!"

I continued to tease him, circling my tongue around the head of his cock and flicking up and down the shaft. He suddenly took His thumbs and parted my lips and teeth and drove himself into my mouth. I clamped my hungry lips tightly around his cock and kept them locked onto him as he hammered me back and forth. I stroked him with my tongue, teasing and darting as he rode me faster and faster. He was louder now, making strangled noises, gasping, trying to maintain control, to maintain his driving hardness. His rhythm became harder and faster, delving further and further down my throat. As much as I wanted Him, I was having a hard time breathing. My throat began to convulse around his hard cock as I was close to passing out. He then screamed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." cumming like a freight train, like a heavy rain into the back of my throat.

Lucifer knelt down next to me and such a look came over Him, such an intense passion that it frightened me. He claimed my mouth with His own scorching one, and began searching and probing me with His hungry tongue. I surrendered to Him then, knowing I'd come home.

The End (Sorry )

Last edited by KellyRedhead 09-14-2010 at 01:34:30 AM

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Hi all you Poets of Blood ~

Here is my first attempt at a bit of realism horror...

oh he loves the bloody bones
through the years, collected moans
lots of dark things that he owns
locked in suffer's perverse tones

gravity has kept him here
cut and kept their right side ear
says he relives just to hear
skin that cries in terror fear

doesn't want to let them go
wants to wear an undertow
darker than an angry foe
make them pay, their pain, they owe

townsmen call him ghost o' bay
living in each water way
loves the rivers' vein bouquet
bleeding from the pulse ballet

he was judgement in the court
said his law was legal tort
sentenced them to pit resort
serving death, and dark distort

laughing he could hear screamun'
oh the snorts were so pleasun'
but who wakens soul demon ?
"yo ... brat kid, stop day dreamun' ..."

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Last edited by Rygar 09-14-2010 at 07:47:12 PM

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Such simple words, such strong fantasies I have -


The Faery Master


You snipped my beautiful wings
and cast them away
You smiled at my growing fear
and said I must obey

You are the Master of the evening
and know that I am lost
You seek to enslave me
and punish me if you're cross

Your fangs lengthen slowly
and I run into the wood
You are close behind me
and cover me with a hood

You snatch my delicate wrists
and tie them tight
You kiss my shoulder, my neck
and cruelly bite

You twist your fangs inside my skin
and my tears run fast
You make me moan in pain
and beg for it to last

You stroke me slowly with your hand
and cup my breast
You tease my trembling thighs
and refuse me rest

You push your fangs in hard, deep
and I'm panting faster
You bring me to the edge of death
and I scream, Master!

Last edited by KellyRedhead 09-18-2010 at 06:42:09 AM

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the beauty of death


in the still of the night
my heart beats an unsteady rhythem
as i walk through the dark
the air nips a chill
and i can see my breath as i exhale
the compassionate wind howls through
the skeletal trees

the moon shines full
in the night sky
casting an eerie glow across the headstones
the cemetery is quiet and peaceful
as the dead rest in thier graves
i pass stone after stone
glancing the names
noting the ages
wondering of thier lives
and the state of thier deaths


mothers... sisters... aunts
and grandmothers
women who have gone before thier time


as i meander through the slabs of granit
the carved marble stained with tears
the weeping angels
the carvings of preying hands
and crosses that adorn the headstones
i wonder of the bodies that rest below...

i walk along seeking... looking... lurking
until i discover what i have searched
a fresh mound of dirt
soft... unpacked rising above the level ground


i start to dig... pulling the clumps of dirt with my hands
embeding it under my fingernails
staining my skin
i dig...
eternity passes
and i continue to dig
until...
i have found what i was looking for...


the casket rivals the pitch of the night sky
death lies within
it is cool to the touch
as it sends a shiver through my hands
and up my arms
with quiet anticipation i open the lid
sprinkles of dirt fall within
her skin glows a greying shade of death
her blue lips kiss at the eerie moon
her eyes sewn tight in eternal slumber
with her arms crossed over her bossom
she rests in a bed of ivory silk and lace
a white dress pales the color of her skin
in life she was a beautiful flower
in death she holds much more beauty
my heart races
as my hands reach to touch her
her skin is excitingly cold
my teeth clinch

i brush the earth from her eyes
and press my lips to her forehead
then her cheek... she is so cold
her lips taste stale and feel like ice cubes
against the heat of my own
my breath recoils back into my mouth
and i can taste death within my throat
my heart skips


i can feel her rigid breast beneath my hands
as i unbutton her gown
pink roses bloom before my eyes
budding up to claim my adoration
my hands fumble with the final buttons
and i reveal the beauty of death to the darkened sky
my body shakes


i take death with all of my passion
the contrast of her frigid body
to the warmth of my own
arouses every inch of my being
i am at one with death
once again filling her with life
pins and needles stab at my flesh
anticipation and passion crawl through my senses
i bite my lip


i rest my head upon her naked breast
as i try to slow my breathing
my heart feels as if it might rip through my chest
my stomach twists in knots
my hand fumbles with her hair
and caresses her cheek
as i gaze upon her face
i place a kiss upon her eyes
and again on her stale lips
the taste death in the back of throat


i rise above my lover and slowly lower the lid
the shadows eclipse her face as it closes...


i feel sick with regret as i push the dirt
the clumps falling against the lid
i carefully ease the earth back to cover the casket
with delicacy as if not to disturb my sleeping lover
my mind races...
my heart beat shifts
and my mood falls
for i know she will forever slumber alone

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Wicked, Dano!!! Very nicely done - you make my skin crawl!!

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LIGHTHOUSE BAY


Once a way through darkest night,
Into the void of sailors fright,
Reaching out a glowing hand,
Guiding souls from sea to land.

Made of mortar, stone and clay,
Rising out of Lighthouse Bay,
Shining gem of sailor’s seas,
Herding ships to port with ease.

Nameless man that keeps the light,
Shrouded sadness friendless plight,
Longing to be free of skin,
Shedding bone and earthly sin.

Lighthouse keeper, three sheets gone,
Watching ships and one last dawn,
Decided then, from vantage high,
Come tidal change, it’s time to die.

Walking into house adjacent,
Seeing waiting wife complacent,
No life left in eyes of sorrow,
Never will she see the morrow.

Wielding pain from kitchen drawer,
He slashed his wife, his mi amore,
Not a word nor sound to hear,
He slit her throat from ear to ear.

His wife besieged, torn open flesh,
The stench of death is moist and fresh,
He turned his eye to mirrored fright,
Ghastly looking for insight.

His image, graven and withdrawn,
Peering back from great beyond,
No longer hidden, blackened veil,
Whispered hoarsely sorrows tale.

Knife in hand, sickly sour,
Calm and slow he climbed the tower,
Once atop and at the ledge,
Fulfilling bloody oath and pledge.

No more pain to be endured,
Ten stories high is death assured,
Living tired, deathly sleep,
He slit his wrists and took the leap.

Down he fell with opened veins,
His damned eternal soul remains,
To walk among the empty tower,
Taking souls as shadows cower.

Darkness reigns from dusk to dawn,
It’s light is silenced ever on,
Madness haunting hunting prey,
In silent sadness… Lighthouse Bay.

~Rygar the Sinner

Springsize-Sprung

This is 4 Mike Landrum-We shall find a Place to sleep...

THIS POEM HAS BEEN REMOVED FOR HANDS ON PUBLISHING!!!!!!

comment from Springsize:
EXACTLY... pardon me for yelling... but the economic plight is frighteningly reminiscent of the last horrid depression... I'm in California... and there are so many homeless families here, that the shelters cannot meet the demand... eating? ... while the children with extended bellies may not be hiking for a bowl of what looks like white paste... I am seeing too many malnurished humans... I eat less now... so that I can [and do] offer and share my food... is the prez missing anything ? I think so .... Good work, Mr Words... and keep them coming... short and brutally honest...

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