Haiku

rawsilk

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"Haiku" is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables with a total of 17 syllables in the completed poem. The lines rarely rhyme. Haiku poems employ highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons.

It is a challenge to bring everything down to its essence within a set discipline.

Whilst this thread could well be included in the poetry section, my thoughts are it is more a writer's challenge to write within a fixed framework and evoke an emotion within fixed limitations.


Alluding to and building onto a previous work of another is welcomed by Haiku poets.

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Seduction an art
Using eyes to convey words
Words never spoken
 
I am hypnotised
The Universe in your eyes
Keeps me in a trance
 
this isn't so hard
use fingers to count the time
one two three four five
 
Tristyn wants me to
look at selfie of his dick
couldn't give a fuck!
 
Bamboo waterfall
peaceful sounds on stones it flows
closed eyes, restful sleep.

Ringing of brass gong
early morning wake up call
meditation now.

Walking on the path
pick a gum leaf crush and smell
hold it in my hand

Warm sun on my face
sitting quietly on log
birds songs serenade.
 
Lifts hand to my mouth
Covers over with his palm
drags me back to him

Eyes close with delight
Gently nestled in his arms
happy, safe and warm

Bends his head to kiss
All along my neck and cheek
surely this is love.
 
He stands me naked
Before his hungry gazes
eyes run over me.

My shyness takes me,
hands behind me, head bowed down,
knowing what's to come.

turns my back to him
rope tied tight around my wrists
Strappado his wish.

Long rope from my wrists,
tossed across the bar above,
slowly rope is pulled.

Arms dragged up behind
'til my body bends down low
head down by my knees.

Legs pulled wide apart
fixes them to spreader bar
such a tempting sight.

Now all my readers,
the rest you may imagine,
what will be my fate?
 
First try at haiku

Leaning, tense, eager,
She reaches so greedily,
The prize is too far,

Gentle hands catch her,
Tenderness given, shared,
Communion of souls.

She looks up, sees love,
Feels it in her deepest heart,
The one reserved.

Surrenders her lips,
Her body, her very soul
To her woman half.

Together they are
Female quintessence
Made living flesh.


So, Silk, what say you?
Did I get it right, really?
Free still feels better.

(It's hard to decide what's a true syllable
with all those that are silent)
 
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Leaning, tense, eager,
She reaches so eagerly,
The prize is too far,

Gentle hands catch her,
Tenderness given, shared,
Communion of souls.

She looks up, sees love,
Feels it in her deepest heart,
The one reserved.

Surrenders her lips,
Her body, her very soul
To her woman half.

Together they are
Female quintessence
Made living flesh.


So, Silk, what say you?
Did I get it right, really?
Free still feels better.

(It's hard to decide what's a true syllable
with all those that are silent)

Beautiful poem,
Wrote it almost perfectly
Trick to syllable

Say it right out loud,
If you tap a finger twice,
Then it counts as two.

When one is writing
Free is always easier
Haiku - discipline
 
Forsooth, it would do
Gentle minds an injustice,
Confusion to cause.

It is a far far
Better thing to move this here
What say you, dear one?

Mind to mind we speak
Though my muse may be fictive
Can my Miss be real?

'Cross boundless vistas
Mountains, plains and oceans too
Can the whip reach me?

I do so welcome
Sweet delicious pain, I do.
It is a nice change.


I really love this
Way to twist my mind around
Words and ideas too.
 
I gaze upon such
A sensitive mind and soul
Delight does fill me

I so long to share
Words, thoughts, secret dreams even
Through the ether sent

I wish I did have
A poet's pen instead of this
Simple wordsmith's skill

'Tis a poor offer
In exchange for true beauty
Found in yon sweet words

Metaphorical
Whip cracking skin caressing
Faith restored at last

Unfortunately
Dread rears its so ugly head
That it's but a dream

A sign but a sign
To let me know you do care.
Crack! Aaaah! Thank you, Miss.


(Damn it's fun!)
 
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Dominatrix? Really?

Black corset indeed
Leather or latex is it?
The fertile mind reels.

Stilettos? So high!
Molding leg up to mid-thigh
Such a shapely sight.

Crop slapping on leg
The sound of a sharp command
To be obeyed now!

The image pursues
The imagination fed
The dream takes over.

Sweet oblivion seek
Never to find anymore
My Miss calls to me.


(Hum, that gives me an idea for a story.)
 
He stands me naked
Before his hungry gazes
eyes run over me.

...

Now all my readers,
the rest you may imagine,
what will be my fate?
The gag set aside
Your cries, music to his ears.
So are your deep moans.

You're the instrument.
He plays of masterfully
Plucking, picking it.

The plug you so love
Lubricated, but of course,
Slowly, in it goes.

He shows it to you
You plead and beg for it so
The stinging paddle.

As it strikes out
The thing is pushed in so good
Connecting skin to sweet spot.

You arch and push back
Wanting, craving, more of it
A wish he grants you.

The cane or the crop
He makes you chose what comes next.
What about the whip?

Swift if the response
How dare you ask a question
Training is lacking.

Red stripes to remind
Refresh flagging memory
You know you failed him.

You shamed your Master
Those aren't tears of body pain
Fulfilment gone.

Redemption your goal
The blows fall, you ask for more
"I'm sorry, Master!"

Ass and thighs reddened
His kind heart and soul prevail
To Heaven takes you.

Pleasure soars within
So does your love shine brightly
Orgasm shared with him.

All is right again
Harmony restored, you tease
"What about that whip?"


Was it good for you too? ;-)

(Sorry, even in Haiku, words get away from me.)
 
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True gifted poet
To finish off night of bliss
Exact as he should

Don't fret, Miss will come
She in black satin corset
Whip and Stilettos
Satin is nice sure
But purest silk you deserve
Exquisitely fine.

Sleep well, Miss, I say
Your words I await to hear
With mind wide open.

A note at the last
Jeans, t-shirt and comfort shoes
As well a Miss dress.

Convention sucks mud
As far as I am concerned
Even bare is fine.


(Sorry, I couldn't resist. I suppose I'll pay for that quip.)
 
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Night deep and so dark
Time of thoughtful reflection
Light of day follows

Clarity again
Relief of understanding
Confusion begone

The dawn I await
Life to resume as it must
Peace of mind restored

I can walk again
Pain abates a little bit
I'll take what I can

New friends' company
Soul soars joyful and happy
Solitude begone

Fear and doubt get lost
Serinity reigns again
Spring chases Winter
 
He takes her soft hand
In her deep blue eyes gazes
Time stops for a beat

Bare soul in her hands
She holds his hopes and dreams too
A gentle caress

She is different
A giver it shines right through
He leans in slowly

Gift offered she takes
Returns augmented tenfold
All with her sweet lips

Her cheek he touches
More he wishes but alas
He knows that is all

Woman she may be
Miss a role freely taken
Delight goes both ways

Crack the whip she does
Strokes the spirit so gently
Delicate balance

Pleasure of the mind
The aethyr the connection
The art is the bond

Words do free and bind
Giving and taking are two
Sides of the same coin

It spins in the air
Where it falls who really cares
Bliss will craddle it
 
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Half a world apart

Tomorrow today
So near yet so very far
In space and time too

Einstein I am not
A fun concept anyway
Dawn is dusk out there

You have to hold on
Keep from falling off the Earth
A child's fun idea

Fifteen hours far
Hard to wrap a mind around
You're so far ahead

Gleeful I giggle
Silly I know but much fun
I get from this bit
 
Free poetry

You know what I find
This poetry thing is fun
Rigid form free mind

Once again I twist
The concept my way to fit
I'm no true poet

Words are but a game
Tools I use to bring pleasure
Within and without


The good thing out here
An intruder I am not
Miss said I could write

Suggested I try
Encouraged me to even
I listened to her

No regrets oh no
Strange as it is I like it
Is she my new muse

In her way she is
As long as she wants to be
Gently she pushes

My response my words
The reward is her kind words
Prized and praised they are
 
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Hands tied pussy licked
Writhing no control cock near
Rope your wet freedom
 
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