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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 10:43:05 AM   
Bobkgin


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From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada
Status: offline 		Thank you to all who shared their poetry.

It is all beautiful.



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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 11:36:40 AM   
softness


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From: Leeds, UK
Status: offline 		i wrote this about pain when i was a teenager and very ill ... but then i dedicated it to my ex-owner a few years ago ... as i said on my journal .. i thinks its telling that i personified pain as male even as a teenager unaware of BDSM
 
Wait  
Then  
I shall show you  
I will show you how the ice waits  
Knocks and enters  
Invades and overwhelms  
 
Feel how the white  
metallic shriek sings  
in your ears.  
The sharp slicing lines  
Penetrates    
Hacking  
Clinging  
 
Beg for the emptiness  
Pray that it clings  
Wish for the burning cloying pain.  
It will surround you  
Cold, bitter and bright the light where you can be seen  
 
now i can see him  
it waits just outside my soul  
Crouching, lurking, waiting.  
 
never close your eyes,  
Never loose sight of him.  
Even when the world is bright, defined, joyful.  
The water can taste dry, the air can become stale.  
The world, still there, but bleached white.  
He is everywhere  
In the moment he takes you  
He will become your world  
The only thing that matters

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A Poem I Wrote - 9/10/2007 12:52:05 PM   
SoulOfIron2007


Posts: 32
Joined: 9/10/2007
Status: offline 		I wrote this a long time ago, but even though the loving, devoted submissive who inspired it is long gone, I thought I would share it with everyone here.

My beautiful, seductive, submissive angel,
So humble and graceful on your knees.
Gazing up at Me with tender love,
With eyes that softly beg Me "please".

I look at you, so vulnerable,
Your heart so open, your body bared.
You've surrendered all you ever had
To your Master's discipline and care.

I wrap you up in silken rope,
Admiring your beauty as you are bound.
With rough but gentle hands I push
You backwards onto the grassy ground.

I kiss and caress you, pinch and nip,
And tell you what a good girl you are.
I hear your moans of passion rise
As you gaze up at the shining stars.

You beg Me to take you, to make you Mine,
But it only makes Me tease you more.
Honing your senses for the pain and joy
This evening still has in store.

I watch you arching, your body taut,
And gently flick you with the whip.
You writhe in your bonds as I seize your hair
In a gentle, fierce, loving grip.

"Tell Me that you're Mine, sweet girl,"
I whisper so softly in your ear.
You cannot speak, but you nod asent,
As your eyes give birth to grateful tears.

Well, that's it... I hope that you other poets out there enjoy it. I loved reading your work, all of you. Keep it up! *smiles*

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RE: A Poem I Wrote - 9/10/2007 1:42:43 PM   
LdyScarletDomina


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Joined: 4/22/2007
Status: offline 		What wonderful examples of how our lifestyles and loves affect our lives and imaginations, and how wonderful to see so many other people that shared!!  We should publish a literary BDSM magazine LOL

Thanks Bobkgin for this post again!!!

Lady Scarlet

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RE: A Poem I Wrote - 9/10/2007 2:34:51 PM   
Charabis


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Joined: 7/26/2007
Status: offline 		Guess I might as well throw mine into the mix, although I still consider it to be a work in progress:

"The Song"
By Todd A. Davis

Paddles and chains, and even some canes,
and a good sub to bludgeon.
These are essential if you want to visit,
down at the old dungeon.

Come hear the jeers and come hear the cheers,
and the screams rising into the night.
Come let the loud cries fill your ears
with our songs of pure delight.

Do not try to judge, for we will not budge.
should you tell us we are all wrong.
You should not mock us just because you have
no place in our dance, and no part in our song.

If you would but try, I know you would sigh,
savoring each lovely impact.
If this is so, then please stop on by,
or else please leave our peace intact.


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RE: A Poem I Wrote - 9/10/2007 3:02:21 PM   
Bobkgin


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Joined: 7/28/2007
From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada
Status: offline 		Too Little Time

A looming darkness
Impenetrable blackness
A cowl descending.

Her voice is muffled.
Her lungs bellowing for air
Her nipples straining.

Delicate wrists bound
Cruel hemp grips her like a vise.
Holding her aloft.

Ankles stretched apart
Her thighs are screaming "mercy"
Floating in mid-air.

The crop sizzling
It strikes again and again
Her body swaying.

The cat grips her breast
Refusing to let her go
She turns painfully

The cane marks her well
Her patriotic buttocks
Are red, white and blue.

Fingers trace the welts
Drawing intricate patterns.
Her body shudders.

There's too little time
For all I would do with her
Never enough time.


< Message edited by Bobkgin -- 9/10/2007 3:03:22 PM >

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 4:17:43 PM   
domiguy


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Status: offline 		Twas the night before meeting, her face was a glow
what if she drove the four hours and he doesn't show?
Her stockings were crotchless, with nary a tear
In hopes by this time tomorrow she would be tied up and bare.

The kids were all sent to their daddy's house
as she thought of her Dom, her nips poked through her blouse.
She looked in her bag her toys all packed with care
then glanced at her cunt not sporting one hair.

His picture was blurred, could he be fatter?
But if she had a few drinks, then what would it matter?
When he wanted a pic, she had sent it in a flash
one of her face and her tits and two of her gash.

she drove with a purpose,  knocked on the hotel door
Him dressed all in black leather "Bitch, get down on all fours!"
he spun her around, was she facing the North or the South?
Spreader bars for her legs and a gag for her mouth.

there were dildos and whips not to mention a chain
Nipple clamps and some floggers to induce some pain
He grabbed her by the head and whipped out his cock
removed the ball gag...She was still deep in shock.

With every strong thrust his cock went down her throat
her still wearing her pants and her new leather coat.
His eyes they glazed over,...He moaned with an "Ahhhh and a Ewwww!"
Then covered her  hair in his cum like it was cheap Suave shampoo.

Then he moved like the flash...Not making a sound
as he gathered up all of his toys off the ground.
He took off the spreader and removed the gag
and threw them all quickly into his bag.

Then he kissed her cheek as he fled from the place
through a towel on the floor to wipe off her face.
He said only one thing and it filled her with strife
"Good night you dumb whore, now it's back to my wife."





< Message edited by domiguy -- 9/10/2007 4:20:37 PM >

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 5:11:12 PM   
MadRabbit


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Joined: 8/9/2006
Status: offline 		Now...that....was FUNNY! LOL!

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 5:16:39 PM   
Aileen68


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Joined: 8/2/2005
Status: offline 		Domiguy...I think I love you.  Hahahaha.  That was great.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 6:00:24 PM   
SoulOfIron2007


Posts: 32
Joined: 9/10/2007
Status: offline 		A lot of people here with a lot of wonderful poetry. We should get a group publication going. BTW... Domiguy, that was the most hilarious thing I have read in a while, so hell yeah to you. ~laughs~

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 8:47:46 PM   
Cuffkinks


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Status: offline
quote:

ORIGINAL: domiguy

Twas the night before meeting, her face was a glow
what if she drove the four hours and he doesn't show?
Her stockings were crotchless, with nary a tear
In hopes by this time tomorrow she would be tied up and bare.

The kids were all sent to their daddy's house
as she thought of her Dom, her nips poked through her blouse.
She looked in her bag her toys all packed with care
then glanced at her cunt not sporting one hair.

His picture was blurred, could he be fatter?
But if she had a few drinks, then what would it matter?
When he wanted a pic, she had sent it in a flash
one of her face and her tits and two of her gash.

she drove with a purpose,  knocked on the hotel door
Him dressed all in black leather "Bitch, get down on all fours!"
he spun her around, was she facing the North or the South?
Spreader bars for her legs and a gag for her mouth.

there were dildos and whips not to mention a chain
Nipple clamps and some floggers to induce some pain
He grabbed her by the head and whipped out his cock
removed the ball gag...She was still deep in shock.

With every strong thrust his cock went down her throat
her still wearing her pants and her new leather coat.
His eyes they glazed over,...He moaned with an "Ahhhh and a Ewwww!"
Then covered her  hair in his cum like it was cheap Suave shampoo.

Then he moved like the flash...Not making a sound
as he gathered up all of his toys off the ground.
He took off the spreader and removed the gag
and threw them all quickly into his bag.

Then he kissed her cheek as he fled from the place
through a towel on the floor to wipe off her face.
He said only one thing and it filled her with strife
"Good night you dumb whore, now it's back to my wife."



Ladies and gentlemen...No more calls please...We have a winner. No more calls.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 9:21:34 PM   
Bobkgin


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From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada
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quote:

ORIGINAL: Cuffkinks

Ladies and gentlemen...No more calls please...We have a winner. No more calls.


This is not a competition.

All BDSM-related poetry is welcome.


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That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 10:28:17 PM   
velvetears


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In the beginning.......

Thanksgiving Poem to Master 1999

When my heart needed love, You filled it with the warmth of Your being
When my mind needed wisdom, You filled it with the depth of Your seeing
In a world so vast and complex a man and woman, two souls as Master and slave meet

In His presence she is complete

When she needed love He gave her His essence
When she needed comfort He held her
When she needed encouragement He sustained her
When she needed direction He guided her
When she needed release He allowed her
When she needed discipline He spanked her
When she needed advice He listened to her
When she needed Him He opened up His heart and soul for her and let her in

Thank You Master for all the things You are for me....thank You from the bottom of my heart

i love You Master

i need You

i am Your pet to crawl obediently by Your feet,
Your slut to kneel wantonly between Your legs
Your servant to anticipate Your every need
Your friend to sit beside You and hold Your hand
Your sweet one to beguile You
Your brat so i can rile You
Your rising_star to brighten Your world
Your property to do with as You please
Your devoted one to serve Your needs
Your slave - lovingly owned by You

Happy Thanksgiving Master.....*hugs and kisses*

< Message edited by velvetears -- 9/10/2007 10:31:23 PM >

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/10/2007 10:30:05 PM   
velvetears


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In the end......

Letting Go of the Dream

No longer do I sit alone at night and long for the tender caress of your touch to make me whole

No longer does the ache of my existence perch at your feet

No longer does the beating of my heart echo the desire of my soul to merge with yours

No longer does the happiness of my day depend on the whims of your goodwill

No longer does the need burn deep within me to kneel to your whip

No longer do my lips crave to pay tender homage to your body

A shattered dream
A broken trust
An empty space to fill

Giving up the dream is as hard as letting go of the illusion

Something needed so desperately now a vacant and empty shell
One wonders how anything could have dwelled there once

Flourish it did till the storms of life ravished it’s fragile walls

Desperately it clung to life unaware the cracks all around it would eventually send it to despair

Even in the midst of chaos it clung to the hope that only love can bring

But the tides of life can be harsh and even love has to surrender

Farewell my Master

Written after release in Fall of 04


< Message edited by velvetears -- 9/10/2007 10:32:18 PM >

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/11/2007 3:54:19 AM   
meatcleaver


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quote:

ORIGINAL: Bobkgin

Haiku: a poem of three lines, the first and third line containing 5 syllables and the second line containing 7 syllables.


This is the common interpretation of what a haiku should be but one language doesn't translate into another language very well. The great haiku poet Badho Matsuo's work for example, doesn't translate into 5/7/5 without losing its poetry and sense.

Haiku is a foreign import into the English language so any set rules are by implication foreign to real haiku and are quite arbitary. I would argue it is better to forget the 5/7/5 rule and concentrate on the spirit of what a haiku should be.

spring breeze
the cherry blossom
pink snow

< Message edited by meatcleaver -- 9/11/2007 3:57:29 AM >

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/11/2007 5:07:30 AM   
Bobkgin


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From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada
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quote:

ORIGINAL: meatcleaver

quote:

ORIGINAL: Bobkgin

Haiku: a poem of three lines, the first and third line containing 5 syllables and the second line containing 7 syllables.


This is the common interpretation of what a haiku should be but one language doesn't translate into another language very well. The great haiku poet Badho Matsuo's work for example, doesn't translate into 5/7/5 without losing its poetry and sense.

Haiku is a foreign import into the English language so any set rules are by implication foreign to real haiku and are quite arbitary. I would argue it is better to forget the 5/7/5 rule and concentrate on the spirit of what a haiku should be.

spring breeze
the cherry blossom
pink snow


The history of the haiku is an interesting study which I'd recommend to those who'd like to get more out of the style. You can find an introductory synopsis here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku

For the record, to my knowledge, I'm the only one I know who uses a series of haikus to tell a story.

The idea is to have fun with it, and find ways of expressing thoughts and feelings through it.

Purists may wince, but there are many non-traditional schools of thought on haiku (see the above article for more on this).


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Or there was so much living left to do?

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/11/2007 6:39:47 AM   
domiguy


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quote:

Bobkgin
For the record, to my knowledge, I'm the only one I know who uses a series of haikus to tell a story.


Bobkgin up north
beyond the frost line alone
stares at type seeking

Replacing the lost
telling a story by haiku
are lone traits of Bob.

Who else could manage
To capture two serving slaves
in seventeen beats?

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/11/2007 6:48:02 AM   
Bobkgin


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From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada
Status: offline 		lol.

Well done.



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When all is said and done, what will you regret?

That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/11/2007 10:34:27 AM   
Bobkgin


Posts: 1335
Joined: 7/28/2007
From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada
Status: offline
quote:

ORIGINAL: velvetears

...
A shattered dream
A broken trust
An empty space to fill
...

 
Thank you for sharing these, Velvet.
 
 


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When all is said and done, what will you regret?

That you never really lived?

Or there was so much living left to do?

For those interested: pics and poetry have been added to my profile.

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RE: BDSM Poetry - 9/11/2007 11:32:34 AM   
BoundDragon


Posts: 265
Joined: 3/20/2007
Status: offline 		Submission beautiful

I bow to him as I respect his world he lets me live in
I cry to him when my hurts are raging deep inside me
I laugh with him as our lives are bound eternal & far after
I Watch over him & keep him safe just as he does for me

I fly for him with every crop, with every whip paddle
I crawl for him, even many miles because this love flows further
I kneel for him and grant him all my patience & my loyalty
I purely, simply give to him...  he holds my submission beautiful  

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