Best Submissive Poems
A chance meeting; circumstances improbable,
leading to something beyond all imagination.
From the first sight I knew deep within my soul,
that she would be mine.
Her dark chocolate hair and infinite, soulful eyes;
black circles that could swallow a universe.
Her smile, scared of what may be yet welcoming with desire.
We kissed almost immediately, drawn together by forces unseen,
deep and intimate, exploring one another erotically.
The lightest touch sending fire through my very being.
The connection was indisputable;
our lives intertwined in moments,
stars aligned to create an inseparable union;
man and woman, Dominant and submissive.
Hardly any time passes before our bodies again touch,
in a way most intimate.
I inside her.
Over time our bond builds,
grows, strengthens and encompasses us fully.
Lust becomes desire, want becomes need;
like becomes love.
Forever connected as nature is to man
we shall now and always be.
I am her Master.
She is my submissive.
And together we are free.
Warren Dec. 2014
As we lean on
each other-
we learn how to yield.
Your thoughtless talking
Got me running and walking
Our reflection of cyber-sensation is not genuine
You're playing with my feelings and head now...that's mean...
Where have you been?
I have lost you...once again...
How can I forgive you, boo,
When we can't see face to face?
Searching all over for you too
Am I just this overwhelming disgrace?
Oh, What now?
Ah, now what?
You have taken me on levels of frustration...I weep sleep in awake agitation
Watching the process of abuse over the years
Shallow swimmer, shadows out if the closet of velvet hesitation
You and I together drives me in bittersweet tears
In instant return,
I get your rejection reflection
I internally burn
Not involved in your life of successful intervention....
Oh no, not anymore...
Hurt alone to the core...
I shed my blood of hate for our love on my own
And, in your eyes, I'm a pitiful fool and the aftershocks of your actions had made it known and let it be shown...I don't care, I'd rather bleed in the inside alone...
Alone, I will probably be...
Not alone, you're so free...
Your senseless subjection
Of my submissive affection
It astonishes me...
Mmmmm
Wholeheartedly
Mmmmm
It vanishes vainly...
Ahhhhhh
Unfortunately...
Ahhhhhh
Yet, fortunately...
Ah, oh so wistfully
It is incredibly of envy...
I have lived to witness momentarily...
Fair or not, I love who I want to...sorry, but not sorry
Suffocated by the overwhelming elevation you sent me from miles away
You're dominant to my passion-whelmed mind's eye I can't deny or even mutter a lie
Underrated and hated by the society that wants beauty without flaws, but I'm not that sun-shining day in California some even think or say
You're recessive to my heart's main focus and its target is what's truly in your heart of sticks and stones...is it of vibrant skies or of underground goodbye's, wrapped on in ribbons of why-do-I-even-try?
I'm not here to impress,
I'm here to, well, express
What's in my young heart
I know it's not a perfect masterpiece from the start
But I tried my best
To pass life's test
Here I am today, trying to tell the rest
That a cute poet, like a headstrong athlete, needs a good night's rest
Our love is like east to west...
Sorry, friend, but I won't detest
You and all you do for me
I am a land of captivity and you the sea of Liberty
A placid Ocean ripples with
undulating, hypnotic waves.
And lost within Her depth's embrace;
lies the bodies of kings and slaves.
Exposing forgotten treasures;
cascading breakers seed the shore.
And hint at what still lies submerged;
deep within Her ebony core.
She is a seductive siren;
luring fishermen and whalers.
And yet, She's far from submissive;
drowning impertinent sailors.
A potent brew of emotions;
gets preserved in Her salty brine.
And many crave that elixir;
savoring Her bittersweet wine.
Her beauty lies just out of reach,
yet it's that allure men die for.
And it's said time synchronizes
with Her tides as they wash ashore.
I may seem blunt ,but my heart is decaying without you
Seeming isn't the problem but assuming is the painful reality that we have in our lovely reality we built for ourselves
It was us but now it's me and you distant friends miles and miles so near
From each other like two worlds meeting once more but
We all know that won't happen in the near future or near eternity
We believe Pursivv the pain love and broken soul as a
Place we can go to but love hearts and untouched
Bliss from the Gods we love and pray to
We drive and run toward a never ending road only to Finish last to our own little race for life
Believing on what we don't know but thinking we owe something for the unknown is just part of our own little broken reality and little that we know the little that we accept that we are lost into the darkness and painful reality of lonely lends to the broken pieces of what we don't have but love and caress brings kisses and hugs which we deliver with affection believe me
Love it or leave we are all in the circle of love and life
Not me I said
You aint never gonna get me to stay
Batting my eyelashes
Rolling my eyes
Huffing Puffing till you realize
That I’m not
Submissive or Subdued
Hey you over there
Get on up and dance to this beat
People pleaser
Wannabe
Sad isn’t it
That I’m not
Submissive or Subdued
Wifey Material
Spirit of light
But you will never get your knight
Until you become
SUBMISSIVE & SUBDUED
First Place in
New Poem Open Form
Sponsored by: Jaymee Thomas
What difficult insanity?
Repeating every day.
Laughing, pure absurdity
at life’s prevailing way.
The lack of understanding
buried deep in darker deeds.
Dysfunctional autonomy,
that never will succeed.
Psychotic conversations with
an entity not there.
Do you feel the sunshine’s warmth?
Or smell the human air?
As myriads of madness
comprise the daily being,
vital judgements come to be
a warped reality’s seeing.
For some submissive silence
is the only game to play.
To speak reason to unreason
is impossible to say.
Please take away this sad refrain
of misplaced, senseless mind
and place it quick, somewhere with help
for others of its kind.
The days when women stayed at home and worked
From dawn to night,
Played roles of
Model
Wives
She
Hankered
For respect
But was shown none;
Instead in silence suffered his abuse.
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Picture 2
Double Tetractys poetry 6 Contest
10, 4, 3, 2, 1 - 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syls.
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Placed 2nd
1st December 2020
I will not bow, nor bend, nor break,
For I have fire no storm can take.
My voice, though quiet, will rise and roar,
A wave that crashes on every shore.
No chains of silence will hold me still,
For I am forged by iron will.
The world may press, but I stand tall,
Unafraid to speak, to risk it all.
In every shadow, I find my light,
I stand my ground, I own my fight.
For I am more than what they see,
A soul that’s fierce, forever free.
The Strength of She Who Leads
She walks where others fear to tread,
With battles fought inside her head.
Not every crown is made of gold—
Some are silent, fierce, and bold.
She leads not just with words, but fire,
With vision sharp and soul inspired.
When storms arise and voices shake,
She stands unbent—she does not break.
Her power isn’t loud or grand,
It’s steady grace, a guiding hand.
She’s fallen, yes—but rose again,
Each scar a medal earned from pain.
She does not wait for paths to clear,
She carves the way and conquers fear.
Her tears have watered fields of growth,
She’s made of iron and of oath.
To lead is not to seek applause,
But rise each time for higher cause.
Through doubt, through fire, through darkest night—
She shines, a beacon forged in light.
So if you seek the soul who wins—
Look not at ease, but where it begins.
In every heart that dares, believes—
There lives the strength of one who leads.
Revealing what may be
rhetorical perspective
Concealing vagueness of
others as a collective
Irrational is the truth
from all the official lies
Impractical to expose
those once thought so wise
Anonymously to be judged,
I then had to reflect
Inconspicuously to be ignored,
just show me respect
Dismissiveness from others
can be so undeserved
Submissive assumptions
repeatably observed
Deception experienced in
an inferiority disguise
Exceptions delusional
fundamentally they deny
Concerning yet I do
appropriately understand
Discerning discriminating
principles are at hand
Generated tremendous
excitement and in debate
Sedated by unparalleled
contributions dictate
Double standards and chauvinists,
there’s no doubt
Troubles considerable,
as they would openly flout
Before Rick Perry left the race,
They interviewed some fans.
One woman said a vote for him
Was surely in her plans.
The journalist asked why and so
She went on to explain.
She thought Rick Perry’s love of God
Embellished his campaign.
That answer didn’t shock me;
Pious folks want him elected.
Her second reason, though, was not
At all what I expected.
She said, “I like Rick Perry’s wife
Because she’s so submissive.”
Those words were so amazing
My reaction was dismissive.
But then I thought about it and
I reached this sad conclusion:
Equality for women’s still
An out-of-reach illusion.
For there are women, young and old,
Who feel it is their place
To be subservient to men,
Which I find a disgrace.
We’ve come so far and fought so hard
Yet there are those still stuck
With values long-rejected by
Most females filled with pluck.
I’m glad Rick Perry’s given up
And stepped out of the fight.
Unfortunately, he’s got clones
Just waiting on the right.
Submissive to God, we’re steadfast for His kingdom*
---Endued with His wisdom to enjoy willingness’ freedom.
Secured in the Saviour, we’re settled in His redemption’s assurance
---Exposed to Scriptures’ truth to overcome fatal ignorance.
Satisfied by Christ, we’re sufficed by His grace
---Enveloped within His love around His compassion-embrace.
Seeking the Almighty, we’re shaped through His victory-might
---Enabled by His power, intensified by light.
Serving the Lord, we’re set for reaching-out
---Exercising full reliance upon His Word midst faith-bout.
*Matthew 6:33 …Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness…
March 26, 2019
“We want a story that starts out with an earthquake
and works it way up to a climax” Samuel Goldwyn
SUBMISSIVE SILK SHEETS Sexyku
steady knocking of
headboard conjuring up a
merciless flashpoint
11/6/2019
Sexyku Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Richard Lamoureux
R-ighteousness
O-f
M-essage
I-s
N-icely
A-dvancing
E-very
S-plendid
P-oem
I-n
N-obility
O-f
S-ubmissive
A-uthor
Topic: Birthday of Romina G. Espinosa (March 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I may be my own woman, an independent alpha female.
But even I can equally bend to the exact will
Of either an alpha male or even a beta male.