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LindaLashes -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/24/2006 6:38:47 PM)

Hmm I have written some bdsm related poetry but it´s in my own language though...




justheather -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/24/2006 6:48:53 PM)


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ORIGINAL: LindaLashes

Hmm I have written some bdsm related poetry but it´s in my own language though...


Wow! You have your own language? [;)]

My sig other is a poet. (And a good one too.) I have written things to him in non-poetry form and he has turned around and shown me the poem in them. It's surreal sometimes. So, yes, I have written D/s related poetry but mostly it was not intended to be a poem. Sometimes poems just happen that way.




Arpig -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/24/2006 10:42:09 PM)

i write poetry, but generally not really BDSM related, I have written (or co-written with my sub) a few that had a BDSM theme. I often have a sexual theme and often there is a covert reference to something BDSM related, but usually not overtly so




LindaLashes -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/25/2006 5:32:21 PM)

Kudos if you can google this or translate it. [:)]

-BDSM-

Þú,
með fingrum þínum
fleiðrar hörund mitt
en ég fýla það
því allur sársauki
af þínum höndum
er af hreinni ást.




JoeBlack -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/29/2006 9:29:09 AM)

This is one of my favorites,ran across it one day on the web...

beacons on a stormy sea
lights around them flare
leather,velvet,metal,lace
ornaments they put on
their necks remain unclothed
for me to gaze upon
swirling thru the smoke filled air
the music lifts their souls
succumbing to this sonic drug
their minds have lost control
I pull my cloak in close to me
and drift into the crowd
I search each goulish painted face
as death looms like a cloud
my angels' face appears to me
amidst the swaying mass
gliding to her thru sound and haze
ignoring those I pass
my eyes fix upon her skin
so smooth,so soft,so white
her naked arms flail wildly
she waltzes with the night
I reach out, I touch her hair
which has fallen in her eyes
sees me for the first time now
and jumps back with surprise
grasping her hand I pull her near
powerless to my touch
her warmth flows into me
I want her blood so much
but I bring no harm to her
despite my deadly urge
as I stand with my love
my heaven and hell converge
~
By Gofraid Fion O Dalaigh 1388...




MistressDREAD -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/29/2006 11:09:16 AM)


OK lindalashes here is My best guess


You , with digital þínum ulcerate My skin while
I reek there accordingly with total pain þínum
höndum is with clean or clear love.

Damn Icelantic languages are hard![:)]





xxblushesxx -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/31/2006 2:17:54 AM)

my response to a gentleman who suggested I was too innocent to 'play' with the big boys...and I should find a nice local boy to tie me up sometimes and gag me...

You see me as a little girl
easily placated
by the trappings of my desire.
I respectfully submit
this heat is more a fire.
it's not ropes or chains or ties,
that render me
helpless bound and free,
but the opportunity to surrender
every part of me.
To kneel, to beg, to scream to trust,
to fall and then to fly
I answer as I bow my head
when you ask me why.




Eir -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/31/2006 2:26:36 AM)

She is reffering to Icelandic... she and I are from there I have also written bdsm poems on Icelandic




Eir -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/31/2006 2:28:43 AM)

You think ;)




LisaLace -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/31/2006 3:01:00 AM)

HAHAHAHAH! [:D]




LisaLace -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/31/2006 3:07:46 AM)

Oops where are my manners




LindaLashes -> RE: BDSM Poetry (1/31/2006 3:36:42 AM)

Here´s a rough translation of it.

(original)
Þú,
með fingrum þínum
fleiðrar hörund mitt
en ég fýla það
því allur sársauki
af þínum höndum
er af hreinni ást.

(translated)
You
with your fingers
scarify my skin
but I like it
because all pain
from your hands
is of pure love.




CowgirlTough -> RE: BDSM Poetry (8/4/2006 1:21:41 AM)

Her Promises to Herself
 
 
To cause him pain
She keeps it.
 
To make him Hers
She keeps it.
 
To cherish his gift to Her
She keeps it.
 
To take his love and nuture it
She keeps it.
 
To push his limits and send him beyond
She keeps it.
 
Her Promises to him
 
To cause him pain
She keeps it.
 
To conquer his maleness and have him for Her own
She keeps it.
 
To take his love and cherish it
She keeps it.
 
To show him his place at Her feet
She keeps it.
 
 
his Promises to Her
 
To give himself totally to Her alone
he keeps it.
 
To take what She gives and cherish it
he keeps it.
 
To let Her show him his place and accept it
he keeps it.
 
Promises made and promises kept............
 
Her breath on his neck
Pain rampant inside him
The caress of Her hands and nails
his trembling and shaking
his mind letting go
To allow him to accept and embrace his place
Under Her, spread open to take
Under Her boots
Serving Her in any way She tells him to...
 
he shudders agains as the pain builds
until he discovers that pain is replaced
with lust, the need and hunger for release
thats when he realizes he has kept his promises
 
Just as She promised he would.
 
SN 11-14-05




Kree -> RE: BDSM Poetry (8/4/2006 9:18:58 PM)

just for fun:

………….lightning strikes………….

darkening visions and rain streaked tears
preceeded the cracking sound of thunder..
the whoosh of air rushing before the storm
paved the way for the electrical charge. 
the bright light flashed at the clapping sound
scattering branches from the single strike.
traveling rapidly across the silken plane
until darkness returned as the echo faded.
.
the cane traveled like lightning, landing with a rush 
as the pain branched quickly across the silken skin
the whimpers grew quiet as the slave whispered
oh god master, please, kiss me again 
© Copyright, USA, Kree, December, 2001




agirl -> RE: BDSM Poetry (8/5/2006 7:23:10 AM)

Some slightly offbeat bdsm poetry...

Bruise

Black, green and yellowing,
Blue as inky eyes
Blinking
Push the fleshy plum wound,
Fleshy purple wonder
Fading.

The Writer

I'LL be the writer because it's MY story,
MY ideas, MY thoughts,
MY perceptions, MY history shaping it.

I'LL be the writer because it's MY journey
Of discovery, of excellence or shame,
MY marks scratching the paper.

But HE will be the Editor, highlighting
The places where the plot was lost
But never brutally deleting wobbly prose.

agirl




puella -> RE: BDSM Poetry (8/5/2006 10:14:27 AM)

Hey heather, share share share!

I have enjoyed reading the poetry here.

There was a thread in the Gorean board a while back that also had some related poetry and allyc has a lot of really marvelous stuff!




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