Poetic Encounters

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  1. Smaccoms

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    Their both villanelles, poetic descriptions of awkward situations with hot men...how unusual, hope you like 'em :smile:

    Shocked

    Your stare has me mesmerized, its intensity a shock.
    Everyone else seems banished if only for a moment.
    Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.

    That one moment brought back much, relieving a block.
    Now it’s over, and I’ve seen nothing beyond that instant.
    Your stare had me mesmerized, its intensity a shock.

    I thought it meant something, or maybe it was to mock.
    I feel as though you’ve used me as a lowly toy, a servant.
    Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.

    I want my unreal fantasy, leaving me staring at the clock.
    It’s haunting to see you pass me by, when you’re ignorant.
    Your stare has me mesmerized it’s intensity a shock.

    I must be forever quiet, or to myself abuse will flock.
    Of course it won’t leave my head you made it too important.
    Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.

    I can’t accept it, meaning I face eternal time, going tick tock.
    This isn’t fair; you’ve got me perplexed on one hollow little event.
    Your stare has me mesmerized its intensity a shock.
    Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.

    Sweet Lad

    A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.
    Gentle kisses and muscled arms are seductive beyond measure.
    My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.

    Only foolish excuses for such treachery will I always in him find.
    He says to bring up hope and trashing it to bits earns him pleasure.
    A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.

    A feigned bisexual whom I should hate has left me far, far behind.
    Yet, I find desired, desperate thoughts of him fill up my leisure.
    My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.

    Confusion, frustration, and admiration with him will forever bind.
    But he sees nothing wrong; for him this is commonplace to be sure.
    A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.

    His flirtations have disappeared now, leaving my mind to rewind.
    We certainly have much similarity, endless talking bringing a cure.
    My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.

    I feel as though my apprehension and anxiety have put us into a bind.
    Since my immaturity causes me to see his body, which makes me purr.
    A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.
    My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.
     
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    Oh

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    Goodness

    Gracious

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    I love your poetic technique and everything. congrats on writing such good stuff
     
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    hehe thanks I wrote these a couple years back...they're real situations too, I tend to run into awkward men, kind of annoyiing, I just can't meet a straight forwrd one who wants me too, LOL
     
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    Okay, as for Sweet Lad, it was referring to a certain laddie in my life. Recently, e has come back to my life, so this next poem is kinda a sequal to it, lol thought that might help with like, getting to know it, so (I've made a thread about him to, here's the link:http://www.lpsg.org/105020-confused-straight-hot-head.html)

    More Than a Trace
    I know a man to have more than a trace
    Of what it seems to have him on the run.
    Still, I have not resigned from the case.

    Even if I think he still has the cutest face,
    I mustn’t forget, he claims it’s only for fun.
    I know a man to have more than a trace

    Of homosexuality; no more female lace.
    His regrets linger, as he avoids the sun.
    Still, I have not resigned from the case.

    I value our bond; he continues to faze,
    His groping my parts never being done.
    I know a man to have more than a trace,

    Of remorse confining him, lacking a brace.
    I am detained with him, no threatening gun.
    Still, I have not resigned from the case.

    I struggle to not fall for such a nutcase
    When whispers say I have him at a stun.
    I know a man to have more than a trace,
    Still, I have not resigned from the case.
     
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    Fun ! It's been a while since I've read that kind of poem...
    Give us another one !

    Your writing's nice ! I like shorter verse, but I liked it.
    How about a sonnet ?
     
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    thanx I think I'm gonna try a terzanelle next, but I might consider a sonnet too...
     
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