Bad Sex

[bogusbrig]

I keep popping in and reading new poems even though I rarely hang around the threads (just not got the time at the moment). I've just been prompted to post this because of the thread about comments or lack of them. Having read the erotic poems along with non-erotic, I wonder if any of the writers of erotic poems have ever any read erotic poetry or had an erotic experience because most of the erotic poems seem to be more wishful thinking than trying to express or convey an artistic idea or a bona fide experience.

I could make lists of poems but everyone knows what I mean. Those explosive multiple, simultaneous orgasms. Women choking and drowning on huge phalluses and gallons of semen. Women with wet gussets begging to be beaten around the head with truncheon sized cocks. Men that can romp for hours and have his object of desire fainting through orgasm exhaustion. In many ways it is all a source of amusement and I doubt that many of the would be poets care what the reader thinks as long as they are getting off on what they write.

However, there are obviously a couple of would be poets that are trying to write erotic poetry for an audience and they attract mildly approving comments but why don't any of these comments tell the poet to consider the reader before their own self gratification. Is it politeness or embarrassment? Just a thought.

 

[WickedEve]

Those explosive multiple, simultaneous
orgasms. Women choking
and drowning on huge phalluses and gallons
of semen. Women with wet gussets
begging to be beaten around the head

with truncheon sized cocks. Men that can romp
for hours and have his object of desire fainting
through orgasm exhaustion. In many ways it is all a source of amusement
and I doubt that many of the would be poets care
what the reader thinks as long as they are getting off
on what they write.

You're so nasty.

 

[Tzara]

I keep popping in and reading new poems even though I rarely hang around the threads (just not got the time at the moment). I've just been prompted to post this because of the thread about comments or lack of them. Having read the erotic poems along with non-erotic, I wonder if any of the writers of erotic poems have ever any read erotic poetry or had an erotic experience because most of the erotic poems seem to be more wishful thinking than trying to express or convey an artistic idea or a bona fide experience.

I could make lists of poems but everyone knows what I mean. Those explosive multiple, simultaneous orgasms. Women choking and drowning on huge phalluses and gallons of semen. Women with wet gussets begging to be beaten around the head with truncheon sized cocks. Men that can romp for hours and have his object of desire fainting through orgasm exhaustion. In many ways it is all a source of amusement and I doubt that many of the would be poets care what the reader thinks as long as they are getting off on what they write.

However, there are obviously a couple of would be poets that are trying to write erotic poetry for an audience and they attract mildly approving comments but why don't any of these comments tell the poet to consider the reader before their own self gratification. Is it politeness or embarrassment? Just a thought.

You mean you don't have a truncheon-sized cock?

My impression is that the majority of members posting poetry here--either in the erotic or non-erotic categories--either haven't read much poetry or weren't paying attention when they did. I'm OK with that, though, as Lit is only refereed for certain types of content and some fairly minimal standard of readability. It gives people a chance to write something and publish it where a whole lot of people can read it. If someone is serious about writing, that's kind of the first step--having enough confidence to show what you've written to others.

For most posters, though, I think they just dash something off for a partner. These are the "I like how you slam me/open for me/tie me up and beat me" kinds of poems, which I agree are about as erotic as eating a bar of soap.

The comment thing is tricky. Most people want praise, and any comment viewed as critical in any way is thought of as needlessly cruel. The next step up from that are the writers who say something like "I want critical comments, but you need to tell me what's wrong with it. Otherwise you're just a troll." The problem with that is that many of these poems are so bad that I wouldn't know where to start in suggesting changes, other than to tell the poet to scrap the whole thing and start over.

And, yep, that elicits the good old "you're just a troll" response.

So I don't know whether it is so much politeness or embarrassment or just a sense of pointlessness. I have no desire to hurt anyone's feelings and if an honest comment would only likely make the writer feel bad without being of any real use to them, why would I bother?

 

[bogusbrig]

So I don't know whether it is so much politeness or embarrassment or just a sense of pointlessness. I have no desire to hurt anyone's feelings and if an honest comment would only likely make the writer feel bad without being of any real use to them, why would I bother?

I asked the question and I'm not even sure why I don't comment on them, though I guess I'm not the only one that rarely gets to the end of such poems. I was tempted this morning to leave a comment on a couple of poems this morning but refrained because I couldn't think where to start or say anything constructive. I feel the mean man in me wanting to rip them apart but managed to control myself and just posted here.

 

[WickedEve]

I feel the mean man in me wanting to rip them apart but managed to control myself and just posted here.

I think some of us feel that way from time to time. I know I do. I feel like being the mean woman. But I remind myself that many of the erotic "poets" are here for a thrill, and not to really write poetry. Or they just don't have a clue about good, erotic poetry. And some of the people leaving comments are just looking to score?

 

[bogusbrig]

You're so nasty.

Before Tzara questioned my manhood I was going to unroll my hose and whack you about the head with it until....

1. You begged for mercy.

2. Screamed for more.

3. Became comatosed (due to orgasm overload)

4. You tapped your fingers with a sarcastic 'promises promises'

However, now I feel I would be rising to Tzara's bait and I'm bigger than that.

 

[WickedEve]

I'm bigger than that.

Oh, a game! Bigger than what? A bread box? A wood chipper? A marital aid?

 

[FifthFlower]

...
I could make lists of poems but everyone knows what I mean. Those explosive multiple, simultaneous orgasms. Women choking and drowning on huge phalluses and gallons of semen. Women with wet gussets begging to be beaten around the head with truncheon sized cocks. Men that can romp for hours and have his object of desire fainting through orgasm exhaustion. In many ways it is all a source of amusement and I doubt that many of the would be poets care what the reader thinks as long as they are getting off on what they write.
...

I don't know what you mean. Could you provide an example of what you think is "erotic"? Erotic writing is genre writing, close to fantasy and humor.

The four poems that you currently have available, which you have labeled, correctly, as "non-erotic", are full of anger. So why did you post these poems on a porn site supposedly dedicated to erotica? Surely you know of other places where you can post poetry.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I think the differentiation is a valid one - that many poets here are writing erotica because it gets them off, or gets their significant other off, and posting is a sort of exhibitionism (not that "real" poets, whatever that may be, are free from an exhibitionistic streak, otherwise we probably wouldn't post stuff at all).

I've often wondered what would happen if, when posting a poem, writers were given a set of options, aside from the ones already available. If you leave the comment function on, you get what you get, and of course you have the option to erase any individual comment you dislike. But what if we could say that we were specifically asking for poetic review?

It would certainly ease the task of our overworked, underappreciated poetry reviewers, and maybe if people had the option they might just choose to say, No thanks, I don't need a professional review; I just put this up

-to get my jollies
-to see my work on a screen
-to seduce my latest petit ami
-to piss off other poets

or whatever.

I have noticed, albeit belatedly, that the fiction writers don't have any sort of review structure. Of course arranging that would be a complete clusterfuck given the sheer volume of stuff that comes in, but you'd think with the number of regulars in the AH they'd manage to find folks to review the various categories sometimes.

I think it's legitimate to just leave stuff alone if it's too far into the realm of Badness to even critique. But y'know, maybe those folks don't really care all that much about comments and critiques. I see very few writers of rhymed, metered couplets in here complaining about how the Great Poets of Lit aren't leaving enough constructive criticism on their work...

For myself, I'm just hanging around because everyone knows all True Poets have truncheon-sized cocks. Even the women. AND we can use the word "truncheon" and spell it correctly, even.

we're all size queens in here. we can speak freely...

bj

 

[hmmnmm]

does jerking off count as an erotic experience?

 

[normal jean]

does jerking off count as an erotic experience?

hmmmm

Your non erotic poetry is erotic to me. Little lily.... sigh, nothing more lovely than a garden, nothing sexier than a man that enjoys gardening, and along with it, the peace and quiet, he has time to take stock of nuance, and the beauty in a smile or a flower blooming.


i love your poetry

 

[Angeline]

I keep popping in and reading new poems even though I rarely hang around the threads (just not got the time at the moment). I've just been prompted to post this because of the thread about comments or lack of them. Having read the erotic poems along with non-erotic, I wonder if any of the writers of erotic poems have ever any read erotic poetry or had an erotic experience because most of the erotic poems seem to be more wishful thinking than trying to express or convey an artistic idea or a bona fide experience.

I could make lists of poems but everyone knows what I mean. Those explosive multiple, simultaneous orgasms. Women choking and drowning on huge phalluses and gallons of semen. Women with wet gussets begging to be beaten around the head with truncheon sized cocks. Men that can romp for hours and have his object of desire fainting through orgasm exhaustion. In many ways it is all a source of amusement and I doubt that many of the would be poets care what the reader thinks as long as they are getting off on what they write.

However, there are obviously a couple of would be poets that are trying to write erotic poetry for an audience and they attract mildly approving comments but why don't any of these comments tell the poet to consider the reader before their own self gratification. Is it politeness or embarrassment? Just a thought.

You've been here how long? Three, four years? It's time for you to remember in a visceral way (i.e., beyond mere intellectual awarenss) that virtually every poem submitted here is accepted. Oh I know there are a few whisper thin rules to keep us uncensored but legal, but give yourself some time to remember that we see a full range of responses under the umbrella of "poetry."

I view the cornucopia of Literotica poetry as truly running the gammet from sublime to ridiculous, from Annaswirls or Eve or Liar to something I read on a recent review day of mine, something like "I love to stick my finger in your asshole." (That's almost it, exactly.) And in between is a vast gulf of mediocrity that is literate but mundane, clear but empty and trite. Repetitive in the most predictable ways. I comment on poems only if I see at least a hint of promise. And I don't worry about the rest of it because I know people have many reasons for putting poems up here. If they really want help, they'll ask for it.

Otherwise I just keep reading for what's individualistic or startling or moving or even all of those. Because I know I'll find them here, too.

 

[WickedEve]

"I love to stick my finger in your asshole."

Just wanted to quote you on that.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

does jerking off count as an erotic experience?

Perhaps the most.

Originally Posted by Angeline
"I love to stick my finger in your asshole."

Just wanted to quote you on that.

Eve, you beat me to it.

See, now THAT's poetry. concrete images, no gerunds, and it's even in iambic pentameter.

bj

 

[hmmnmm]

hmmmm

Your non erotic poetry is erotic to me. Little lily.... sigh, nothing more lovely than a garden, nothing sexier than a man that enjoys gardening, and along with it, the peace and quiet, he has time to take stock of nuance, and the beauty in a smile or a flower blooming.


i love your poetry

and now the little lily is yours

 

[PandoraGlitters]

These are the "I like how you slam me/open for me/tie me up and beat me" kinds of poems, which I agree are about as erotic as eating a bar of soap.

Quit making fun of my soap fetish! (Oh the Frothing!!)

 

[annaswirls]

ooh! You have given me inspiration! Poetry about bad sex! There is so much of it out there! Maybe this could be a challenge (says the invisible woman)

I know it was not the point of the thread, but I am intrigued by the thought of a whole series of poetry dedicated to bad sex.....disappointing, awkward, and the like...

more difficult to write because it forces the writer to be super-human in their admission that they are not nor is their partner.... are their partners

I have real sex (not lately okay) but truth be told, I think my better erotic poems might be about the sex that is imaginary. It is easier. But I do not think I exaggerated the possibility of it being real. I shouldn't be saying this. I disappointed one person when admitting Down on Daddy's Blackbird was all in my mind.

and no, it is not incest, the Blackbird is a car.

oh I wish I had more time! I would like to do another challenge where people post two erotic poems, one from real experience one imaginary and have people vote for which is based in reality...........

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I know it was not the point of the thread, but I am intrigued by the thought of a whole series of poetry dedicated to bad sex.....disappointing, awkward, and the like...


oh I wish I had more time! I would like to do another challenge where people post two erotic poems, one from real experience one imaginary and have people vote for which is based in reality...........

I totally love both of these ideas. I think they could generate some really impressive work.

I know you're pretty occupied these days, but if anyone wants to go here, they'll certainly have my support...

bj

 

[Angeline]

ooh! You have given me inspiration! Poetry about bad sex! There is so much of it out there! Maybe this could be a challenge (says the invisible woman)

I know it was not the point of the thread, but I am intrigued by the thought of a whole series of poetry dedicated to bad sex.....disappointing, awkward, and the like...

more difficult to write because it forces the writer to be super-human in their admission that they are not nor is their partner.... are their partners

I have real sex (not lately okay) but truth be told, I think my better erotic poems might be about the sex that is imaginary. It is easier. But I do not think I exaggerated the possibility of it being real. I shouldn't be saying this. I disappointed one person when admitting Down on Daddy's Blackbird was all in my mind.

and no, it is not incest, the Blackbird is a car.

oh I wish I had more time! I would like to do another challenge where people post two erotic poems, one from real experience one imaginary and have people vote for which is based in reality...........

You always have great challenge ideas. I'll love to read what these produce.

 

[bogusbrig]

I don't know what you mean. Could you provide an example of what you think is "erotic"? Erotic writing is genre writing, close to fantasy and humor.

The four poems that you currently have available, which you have labeled, correctly, as "non-erotic", are full of anger. So why did you post these poems on a porn site supposedly dedicated to erotica? Surely you know of other places where you can post poetry.

A lot of none erotic poetry is posted on lit, that is why there is a category for it and why I posted them. I accept the poems I have up are not great or even good but for two minute stream of consciousness scribbles they have one or two ideas in them that have a modicum of worthiness.

I'm not sure if you are asking me to provide an example of erotic poetry of mine or of what I consider to be erotic so perhaps I should post both.

I don't however accept erotic poetry or writing is in, or should be in, a genre ghetto. Neither do I accept horror or humour should be in a genre ghetto. The best of any writing transcends any genre pigeon hole and only the second rate is left wallowing in a genre ghetto.

I don't claim to be able to write good erotic poetry and I'm not really interested in writing it though I do enjoy reading good erotic poetry but since I opened my mouth, this is the nearest thing I have to erotic poetry.

PARIS No.2

evening in a café up Pigalle we sat amazed
amongst beautiful transsexuals and transvestites

‘They can’t be men!’​

‘They’re too beautiful for women.’​

‘Perfect!’​

the principle being the brain understands only what the eye sees
the ethereal nature of the illusion makes the illusion no less real

a woman is a woman
if she looks like a woman
feels like a woman
and comes like a woman

that night you danced breasts to breasts
as you led Philipe around the floor
trying to convince yourself in your conceit
you were the most beautiful woman there

‘They are renowned for their skill in fellatio’​

as we returned to the hotel
I pointed out the shemales
posing in oncoming headlights
or diving below dashboards
pouting into hand mirrors
kneeling in shadows as in prayer​

and you a cockless alien, drifted through a phallocentric world

something wild took a hold of you
something I’m unable to attribute to you
as you dropped to your knees
and took me in your mouth
showered in the orange beam of the street lamp
your head nodded with increased vigor
to the honking of car horns
and the applause of shemales​

I never did know or meet again the woman that gave me head that night

in the hotel room you collapsed
the brutally of performance
and I a vulture seeking out carrion
pulled down your pants
and licked pearls of sweat
from between your buttocks


Flame

I slipped her hands into a sailor’s knot
the cross beam, a convenient gibbet
sinewy on tiptoes, her lean body becoming leaner
hitched on a devil’s finger
her struggle, a creaky ballet absurd
pursuing a semblance of balance

performing arabesques and pirouettes
a dangling conversation of stress and strain
muscles rippling up and down bone
hanging in a constant state of flux
the delightful wobble of her breasts
the tensing cleft of her arse

highlighted in a cast of golden rays
the dying embers of the evening sun
shimmers through the swaying branches
a magic lantern of chorus girls
dance tirelessly around the walls
the song of crickets and the scent of cedars

I could spend a lifetime trying to capture
the startling vitality of her possession
in stone, in clay, in paint
only to achieve in rendering her earthbound
reducing her to the grind of gristle on bone
but for that moment I captured something miraculous

I was but a shadow created by the light she cast
lengthening like a sundial across the wall
my permanence, an illusion of her brightness
temporary and for no longer than she burnt
stoking her fire she was consumed
knowing that in her ashes was my own demise



There is too much good erotic poetry to choose from and I don't have time to search for the moment.

 

[bogusbrig]

ooh! You have given me inspiration! Poetry about bad sex!

Maybe the reason for so much wishful thinking poetry is the amount of bad sex there is back in reality.

I can't write fantasy erotica but I could write about bad sex, I've experienced enough of it.

at dawn, the sun left no escape
her face, a dog chained growl
I wished myself five hundred miles away

 

[WickedEve]

Maybe the reason for so much wishful thinking poetry is the amount of bad sex there is back in reality.

I can't write fantasy erotica but I could write about bad sex, I've experienced enough of it.

at dawn, the sun left no escape
her face, a dog chained growl
I wished myself five hundred miles away

Honestly, I think writing about bad sex is a hell of a lot more interesting. I'd rather read about it, too. Sure, I like reading good erotica about good sex, but bad sex... oh, what a delicious read if the poet does it right.

 

[Liar]

Well, they say write what you know.

 

[champagne1982]

I've heard it said there's no such thing as bad sex.
I've been told you have to work at having good sex.

It would seem to me that these are pretty lame adjectives for a whole gamut of activities that defy a label.

 

[bogusbrig]

Well, they say write what you know.

This was what I once knew or should that be, know about. (OK. It took five minutes to write so spare the criticism)

BAD SEX


passive as a machine
pressing out widgets
we did the deed
and fulfilled the contract
this is what lovers do
share a bed
exchange body fluids
and lie

I stopped wanting to know
when I stopped caring
what turns your wheels
round about the time of the demise
of the age of steam

before which
the enthusiastic amateur reigned
building up his passion
into a head of steam
when pistons whooshed
and cylinders sighed
when safety valves flipped
and loved blistered on a hot plate

now we grind it out
with the dull efficiency
of an electric motor
I can calculate to the second
when your cam twists
and the gear kicks out
it is more predictable
with each accumulated lie

lately I withdraw
into the engine shed
of my dreams
drive the engines I once dreamed of
as I try to forget
tomorrow I will wake
and clock on
to the mechanical tyranny
of our affair