Poetic Inspiration

[perks]

okay poets<that means you if you're reading this>

Pick a poem that you have written and submitted to this site, either on the poetry boards, or to the petry lists.

then tell us the story behind your words.

I will post my poem and story from WE's thread as my example.
I can't wait to see your working process.

perky

drenched in pristine lace
eyes aglow with forever
and you
drunk crying to your mum
as your promise
slips from my finger

My mom knew this guy when she was younger. She was invited to his wedding and the bride and groom were standing at the altar... He excused himself from the bride and the priest and went over to his mother and said in a teary voice "Damn, I'm really gonna miss you, Mum"... the bride walked out....

 

[WickedEve]

My Inspiration

glass box

repeated images
on the walls sweep
over the floor and splash
the ceiling.

thrust and slide
once.

a hundred times over
and over,
each square holds the same
scene.

i reflect
on what i see,
rough
behind the smooth.

so many hands grab my
hair. each head yanked
back, and fingered
clones smack!
i see the effect echo
all around me.

above me,
below me,
i'm a blue
movie of the moment, recorded
on shiny surfaces
and in minds.

This poem was inspired by a conversation I had with my Master. During our special late-night conversations, we do erotic brainstorming. We start talking about all sorts of naughty possibilities. One night we were playing with the idea of being in a room that was covered with mirrors -- floor, walls, and ceiling. We talked about different positions and about what each of us would be seeing.
So this poem is about a couple having rough sex in a mirrored room. Hopefully, no glass was broken.

Wicked Eve

 

[perks]

Eve... that's so wonderful... my poem Cock refracted might interest you... it's along the same premise.

One man but he's reflected in so many ways he fills me completely.

Truth Lover, thou dost know the facets of my heart,
In heated searches of my prism,
Thou bathed, reveling in the colors of my fire.
Discovering supple brilliance, flawless lucidity
Divine orifices, pleading to be filled,
Hues of flower, liquid and taboo
Effecting thee towards scintillation
Rigidity reflected on sparkling cuts
Completed only by cock refracted

This poem was inspired by TheDR4KE...
he became two people for me in one sexual, mind bending experience. It made me realize how well he knew me and the possibilities, the fantasies of having one man split into three... all filling me at the same time. In his reflection, I am a gem.

 

[WickedEve]

I think I missed this poem, perky. I'm glad you posted it here. I see that Drake really does inspire you.
Most of the time I'm inspired by my lover, but other times I'm inspired by something someone may say. I pick up ideas on the general board occasionally... lol A friend that emails me, inspires me often. And sitting out in my yard where I can find a quiet moment is a great inspiration.
Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night and had to write something down? I now carry a paper and pen with me when I'm away from the computer. lol I even write poetry while I'm taking a bath!

Okay, here's another one:

bob Finds Love

He carries her carelessly
to his familiar room, with dead
walls, and windows with annoying clean
spots that let the world in.

He tosses her onto the nude
bed. She is a rag doll.
His plaything...
for a while.

He toys with her
until her dress rips, and a shoe falls
to the floor.

Thud.

Her hair is no longer
perfect. Her rosy cheeks
are faded. Her pretty
pink is smeared upward
into an insane grin.

She loves him.
She accepts him.

They'll be together
forever, until they come
and take him away.

This one started out as a poem about a man that uses his lover like she's his plaything. Then suddenly it turned dark. I think I was influenced by movies about psychos and by the stories my husband tells me (he works at a psychiatric hospital.)

 

[perks]

wow, psychiatric hospital...my Mom works as a psychatrist in a high security ...prison... I'm sure I hear similar stories.. they make my skin crawl.

okay... here is one <short> to lighten our mood from the freaks.


I even named it...


I Was Inspired

That caramel skin
deliciously smooth
with sweet intellect
tart humour
and you
the apple of his eye

<smile> the story behind this is interesting. It has to do with some other Lit members.

I met one<the male> and her referred to another lit member<female>. I so enjoyed the male's company. I was talking to the girl a few nights later and wrote this poem about him.

 

[WickedEve]

Oh, I saw this one at Lotus Blooms. It's definitely short and sweet!

 

[tigerjen]

Here's one from the Tigress!

Tigress 1974
by tigerjen ©

tigress
of your dreams
am i
the one
who drives you
insane
with lust
        passion
             fire

what do you expect
from one
born in the
year of the tiger?

i was born a tiger....for real

The story behind this one......I was born in the Year of The Tiger,
1974.......and according to Chinese Astrology, Tigers are considered
to be very passionate. I fit the bill

tigerjen

 

[tigerjen]

Another one.....

3.14
by tigerjen ©

pie
apple
blueberry
blackberry
peach
boston creme
gooseberry
plum
chocolate creme
strawberry cream
cherry
hairpie
snatch
cunt
twat
pussy

I got a lot of heat on this poem from certain poets......some
said that its not even a poem.......but I like it in terms of
it goes from "one type of pie to another".........the transition
from "cherry" to "hairpie" fits nicely as in "breaking the
cherry"....... But the title "3.14"....is "pi" in math
terms......thus, its a double entendre type of deal that I
was playing with

tigerjen

 

[WickedEve]

tigerjen

I kind of guessed from your poem that you were born in the year of the tiger. lol I was born in 64, year of the dragon. Dragons are dramatic and tend to have dragon breath first thing in the morning.

WE

 

[WickedEve]

tj

Oh no! The infamous pie poem! lol I hope this doesn't start another pie fight.

 

[tigerjen]

WickedEve

I kind of guessed from your poem that you were born
in the year of the tiger. lol I was born in 64, year of the
dragon. Dragons are dramatic and tend to have dragon
breath first thing in the morning.

WE

hiya!
no wonder I get along with you...I have a couple of
friends who were born in the Year of the Dragon (one
in '52....one in '64) who I get along real well with......

Dragon breath!? Uhoh

TJ

 

[tigerjen]

heheheheheh let there be a pie fight!

Oh no! The infamous pie poem! lol I hope this
doesn't start another pie fight.

heheheheheh yup its the infamous PIE poem again!

Frankly if there is another fight over it, I don't give a
damn, only because I've learned to chill over it.....

Come to think of it....I don't even look at the toplist
anymore...not since before Christmastime......plus
I haven't written anything in a long time.....with the
exception of poems for the Poetry Olympics back in
February.......



tigerjen

 

[JUDO]

Had to look.

I saw this thread and thought that I didn't have something appropriate. Most of my poetry have either come from challenges or things said in the boards, but you seemed to be asking for something that was inspired by a real life event.

So, I looked, thinking all the while, that I probably had nothing, until I got to the bottom of the list and saw Wistful.

This came out of recalling upset feelings from a particularly bad fight I had had with a lover. At the time, I was trying to think of what to do the next time we spoke. The relationship was ending, but not ended.

It's too long to put here, but here's an excerpt:

Unkempt, a hair
Winds near my cheek
Eyes wander
And they dare not peek

At images, memories
Gaunt and dim
The walking dead
Of time within.

Actions, words
A line to recall
Notes not written
Never written at all.

They with no body
No muscle or tissue
Fight with my sleep
And wakeful with issue

 

[Guest]

Judo... inspired by thought emotions or a real life event...

I just want to know the story behind the poem. Most of my poems on the boards are from contests. But, there is a reason, and inspiration why you chose to write what you did. Otherwise, everyone's poem would be the same.

I want to know your life experience behind the poem. The reality of why you chose your words. The emotion.

Gimme those secrets that I may not know when I read you.

That's what I'm looking for <Grin>.

 

[perks]

damnit

that was me...
freakin cookies.

 

[tigerjen]

perky....

that was me...
freakin cookies.

chocolate chip or oatmeal?

tigerjen

 

[perks]

Re: perky....

chocolate chip or oatmeal?

tigerjen

in honor of tigerjen I've written a poem<grin>

it's called....

Puter Memory

oatmeal
chocolate chip
gingerbread
sugar
pecan sandies
nilla wafers
oreo
and snackwell

tasty cookies
on my plate
delicious and divine
but none tastes better
than the one
that's right between your thighs

My inspiration is from reading her pie poem... they're all cookies even the one at the end...

 

[tigerjen]

hehehheheheheeheh PERKY!!!!

*falling out of chair!*

NOW THAT was fucking funny!!!!! You are awesome!!
I'm laughing my sweatpants off!!!!!!



Thank you!!!!


tigerjen

 

[perks]

Re: hehehheheheheeheh PERKY!!!!

*falling out of chair!*

NOW THAT was fucking funny!!!!! You are awesome!!
I'm laughing my sweatpants off!!!!!!



Thank you!!!!


tigerjen

that's two slightly inspired by you TJ... we've got to meet the next time I'm in your town.

 

[JUDO]

Rollercoaster

originally by perky_baby - I want to know your life experience behind the poem. The reality of why you chose your words. The emotion. Gimme those secrets that I may not know when I read you.

What I was feeling at the time? The emotions? Well, I didn't write the poem at the time of the event, I wrote it months later, but remembering. I'm not certain what the inspiration was. I may have just had a downer day and started thinking about that event.

At times like that, I'm just a mess. My emotions are up and down and spinning me around - anger, panic, worry, sadness, helpless - everything just comes at me in no particular order.

So, I sit by myself usually and try to let the whirlwind calm down.

In the poem, I use a cloudy, overcast day to reflect the mood inside and just try to let the pictures of what I experienced come across. Using carefully selected words to lead the reader to see them.

That's it.

- Judo

 

[perks]

excellent Judo...

thankyou for the insight. I like peeping into peoples souls.

 

[tigerjen]

Re: Re: hehehheheheheeheh PERKY!!!!

that's two slightly inspired by you TJ... we've got to
meet the next time I'm in your town.

That's right.....I wasn't there in NYC when you were
up this way back last month........ever been to CT?

tigerjen

 

[OT]

This is a snippet from the Erotic Alphabet series:

sauna scene
simply sitting
steaming
sweating
somewhat sleeping
startled
suddenly someone says, "suck?"

I used to travel quite a bit (for business, not pleasure).
Fun fantasies like this tended to make an otherwise dreary trip bearable. Hey, a guy can dream, can't he ?

O.T.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=86419

 

[christcat69]

ok here it is.

htt Hope you all like it.


Here's a pic for you too imagine it with some help from moi.


h

 

[daughter]

Long Distance Love

Tuck Me In

Comfortable under the covers,
I move close enough to breathe for you;
brush my face against your suprise
for me and smile.

You have a thing for hair.

I reach for you between giggles,
trace your lips with my fingers,
lean in and suck your air.

With a quick kiss, turn and scooch,
I fold your arms round, whisper
"I love you."

Drift off without hearing your reply,
dreaming of a time when every night
you tuck me in.


Some readers assume the hair and surprise is sexual. In fact, the narrator is referring to his beard. It is a surprise because of the time and distance between her and her lover. This is based on my own experience.

We'll celebrate 2 years this summer, and still I wait to be tucked in every night.