Erotic poetry thread? Something really subtle, yours or of poets

>>8837028
Not as familiar as I should be. Interested.

Got any more?

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A classic

>>8837044
no sorry I don't even know how I found this

>>8837063
That's okay, anon. It could've been a good thread
Stay safe. I care about you

Yeats, cummings, Keats, Byron, Elizabeth Browning, Shakespeare, and best of all, John Donne.

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies
For more adornment a full thousand years;
She took their cream of Beauty’s fairest dyes,
And shap’d and tinted her above all Peers:
Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings,
And underneath their shadow fill’d her eyes
With such a richness that the cloudy Kings
Of high Olympus utter’d slavish sighs.
When from the Heavens I saw her first descend
My heart took fire, and only burning pains
They were my pleasures — they my Life’s sad end;
Love pour’d her beauty into my warm veins...

>>8837028
a nocturnall upon st lucies eve!! a nocturnall upon st lucies eve!!

>>8837028
if I should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth
(hips pumping pleasure into hips).

Seeing how the limp huddling string
of your smile over his body squirms
kissingly, I will bring you every spring
handfuls of little normal worms.

Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs,
phrase the immense weapon of your hair.
Understanding why his eye laughs,
I will bring you every year

something which is worth the whole,
an inch of nothing for your soul.

>>8837028
Something like a sea tossing
in its weedy bed, the tides
its yawning tries at waking,
partly rising, then returning,
something like sounds lying
in a word’s shape, like something
lightning-welded, something locked,
something like magnets clinging,
something like plant-cuttings rooting
together in night dirt, like something
braided, three things, and one, a trinity,
are you, your bed, and I this morning.

>>8838850
oh the stanza breaks didn't show up

Something like a sea tossing
in its weedy bed, the tides
its yawning tries at waking,
partly rising, then returning,

something like sounds lying
in a word’s shape, like something
lightning-welded, something locked,
something like magnets clinging,

something like plant-cuttings rooting
together in night dirt, like something
braided, three things, and one, a trinity,
are you, your bed, and I this morning.

>>8837028
Yet in an hour to come, disdainful dust,
You shall be bowed and brought to bed with me.
While the blood roars, or when the blood is rust
About a broken engine, this shall be.
If not today, then later; if not here
On the green grass, with sighing, and delight,
Then under it, all in good time, my dear,
We shall be laid together in the night.
And ruder and more violent, be assured,
Than the desirous body's heat and sweat
That shameful kiss by more than night obscured
Wherewith at length the scornfullest mouth is met.
Life has no friend; her converts late or soon
Slide back to feed the dragon with the moon.

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Roses of red
Violets of glass
I'm looking for
Some of that ass

>>8837028
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

>>8837028
Vessels


Shouldn’t it ache, this slit
into the sweet
and salt mix of waters

comprising the mussel,
its labial meats
winged open: yellow-

fleshed, black and gray
around the tough
adductor? It hurts

to imagine it, regardless
of the harvester’s
denials, swiveling

his knife to make
the incision: one
dull cyst nicked

from the oyster’s
mantle—its thread of red
gland no bigger

than a seed
of trout roe—pressed
inside the tendered

flesh. Both hosts eased
open with a knife
(as if anything

could be said to be eased
with a knife):
so that one pearl

after another can be
harvested, polished,
added to others

until a single rope is strung
on silk. Linked
by what you think

is pain. Nothing
could be so roughly
handled and yet feel

so little, your pity
turned into part of this
production: you

with your small,
four-chambered heart,
shyness, hungers, envy: what

could be so precious
you’d cleave
another to keep it

close? Imagine
the weeks it takes to wind
nacre over the red

seed placed at the other
heart’s mantle.
The mussel

become what no one
wants to:
vessel, caisson, wounded

into making us
the thing we want
to call beautiful.


kinda bdsmy tho

>>8837028
crtl+f: farting
'0 of 0'

are you guys okay?

>>8838843
Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring;
For I am every dead thing,
In whom Love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness;
He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not.

Here's one I just wrote

My dick
In your pussy
n shiet

>>8838886
>prose poetry

>>8837262
wow gr8 post (/s)

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>>8838899
>/s

>>8838905
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>>8838912
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>>8838899
>>8838905
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>>8839010
wow gr8 posts (/s)