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[PandoraGlitters]

Do you find that your cycle affects your poetry? Feel the pull of the moon on your prose? Here post your comments, euphemisms or poems relating to "that" time of the month.

 

[WriterDom]

The moon, sure, I get really horny around a full moon.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

This was written from a dream I had when I was beginning my period: http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=32169175&postcount=182

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Don't get that anymore thank goodness but I am sure my hormones still have a hold on what I am feeling ..... will have to check on the moon in all this though!

 

[butters]

This was written from a dream I had when I was beginning my period: http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=32169175&postcount=182

I just have to say WOW! that poem rocks. such fabulous, creative imagery.

I'll have to think about your question, though - mine are sporadic and make me bloat through water retention beforehand far more now than they ever did. I've been lucky not to suffer pre-menstrually, but even so hormones fluctuate and then there's that drag ... I'll have to go look back to some and see if they fit the bill Cool thread idea!

 

[EroticOrogeny]

My cycle is a male cycle, so is much shorter than a month.
But my muse is definately affected by the waxing and waning of desire.
Not like a sine wave, more like a slow rise and quick fall after a climax.
(highly assymetrical sawtooth wave, I guess)
Not sure if a full moon plays anything more than symbolic role for me.

 

[butters]

My cycle is a male cycle, so is much shorter than a month.But my muse is definately affected by the waxing and waning of desire.
Not like a sine wave, more like a slow rise and quick fall after a climax.
(highly assymetrical sawtooth wave, I guess)
Not sure if a full moon plays anything more than symbolic role for me.

twice a day like high tide?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

twice a day like high tide?

no no it's only uni

 

[EroticOrogeny]

twice a day like high tide?

Not these days.
There may be some variation within a day, less tired in the morning, but more satisfying in the evening.

 

[hmmnmm]

well like the other fellas here the gender I was assigned at birth doesn't technically apply to this topic, but, I sure do know the coming and going of moods. Whether it's because of the moon? Never really examined the circumstances or atmospheres that preceded each mood. I do know that when it comes it is very much there; palpable really. Willowy? Always make the mistake of assuming it will not leave, so there's a tendency to savor the ideas and not jump on the doing. Or get to doing more than one, completing nothing. But then it vanishes and nothing seems less interesting. Usually because another mood has invaded and taken the place of the former. It's kinda frustrating really, because nothing really gets finished.

 

[Angeline]

It's a great poem dora.

I have no period poems. And I had surgery about five years ago that ended my child-bearing years, so there won't be any more. Periods or period poems. Well there still could be a poem but I sort of doubt it.

But here's a song that proves men can write great moon stuff--great poetic lyric.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I guess I could write poems about when my wife had periods (sometimes we'd make love then). Later she felt no longer endangered, so we discontinued birth control without any surprizes. She said she never had hot flashes (unless you count when she can get quite angry over something, but that happened before and also since).

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Thank you for your replies. I find it harder to write on my moon for some reason. But it is incredibly easy to play an evil dictator in Tropico 3, then. Well sometimes benevolent, after coffee. ;D

 

[PandoraGlitters]

It's a great poem dora.

I have no period poems. And I had surgery about five years ago that ended my child-bearing years, so there won't be any more. Periods or period poems. Well there still could be a poem but I sort of doubt it.

But here's a song that proves men can write great moon stuff--great poetic lyric.

Damn they were suede soft. Thanks Ange. Sorry to hear about your surgery, though a little envious one day a month.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I agree PG - great poem. This thread reenforces my desire to know the roots, inspiration or the story behind a poem. Endlessly fascinating.

 

[normal jean]

Damn they were suede soft. Thanks Ange. Sorry to hear about your surgery, though a little envious one day a month.

hey Pandora,

I agree, great poem. Just wanna add, Ange and I had the same surgery ( as it turns out, around the same time though we didn't know this then) and it is discussed on the microwave endometrial ablation thread started by loveumore. It is a miracle, nothing to be sorry for or regret.

hugs,

NJ


http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=679366




http://www.fda.gov/MedicalDevices/P...rances/Recently-ApprovedDevices/ucm082313.htm




P.S. somewhere I saw a link to a site for people who want to submit poems of this nature and I believe it was an Annaswirls post. Maybe she would remember, as I do not, but your poem would be a great addition.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Mine stopped years ago in my 30s so none of that bother for several years but also no chance of babies

 

[annaswirls]

oooh good poem Pandora!

Ever since my Mom gave me the awkward talk, I hate talking about periods. But still....seem to have written a few?? Thanks for remembering Norma-- is this the one you were referring to?

I know he wants me when I bleed
by annaswirls©

I know he wants to take me while I bleed.
It is in his persistent comments
about moon cycles and
the ripe fruits of poetry
that drip red juice down his chin.

Submerged into his fantasy
of piercing me during my heaviest flow
cock surrounded by thick blood
god what it must feel like
to see himself coated
bayonet red.

And how better to approach this ideal
of fucking yourself right into a person
of forcing yourself right into another person
maybe through a spear wound,
through a laceration
straight into flesh.

I remember butchering day
the intimacy of slipping my fingers
through the bullet hole
into living flesh
or slipping into the slit throat
still warm
her feet roped and hooked
upside down
blood soaking into the shit and straw
under the overshoot.
Nerves sparked from fingertip
to a stinging in my breasts
burning between thighs and
a dull lump in my throat
trying to swallow itself.
Instead of lust we called it
exploration, science.

Down in Nana's basement
fingers would dig into the brain
as water ran over the severed head,
blood and mucus pouring from the nostrils.
My fingers entered them too
slipping the edge of cartilage
feeling the stretch and give deeper inside.
Always the fascination of a child,
wanting to get back inside
back inside something
surrounded, sustained.

Tonight I kneel like a wounded animal
and he stabs me over
over and harder forcing
the warm blood to run down my thighs.
His fingers paint my ass
with thick prints, belly
smudged with a thin layer
and red drops splatter the sheets
as he pierces into my wound
with everything, everything holy
and I scream
and beg
just kill me
fucking kill me
tears of relief
soak the cloth.

 

[annaswirls]

Here is one I wrote here and sent elsewhere....more of a coming of age poem I suppose....

Hidden in My Locker all Year

 

[annaswirls]

Good Lord here is another one lol!

And yes, I did react very strongly to the monthly cycle. Days before, darkness overshadowed everything. Sometimes SeattleRain would fall. Now I have a Mirena, which is awesome, almost down to nothing at all. TMI

Nursing the Drought
by annaswirls©

god I wanted my body to bleed,

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My mother didnt tell me we had 'the talk' at school and the words 'I expect you have all started by now and are normal' wtfffffffff well no I hadn't but didn't dare say so after that just went away and worried

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Wow!

Powerful poems, Anna. Really direct line you have there to this reader anyway. And aw, Annie, you had to muddle through on your own, then. I think that might make a good poem.