Best Submissive Poems

With the morning crisp and frosty
    and the Earth yearning for autumn's heat.
Darkness gave way to a fractured dawn
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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light...

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Two swans in a pond
In symphonic dance
Bowing to each other
Submissive obeisance

Meditating romance
On rippled vows
Rousing feathers
In flirting advance
Exchanging affections
In a wordless song 

Courting seduction
In dignified stance

A...

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Hear the screams in the night, they are shattering
moonlight breaking, reverberating, splattering
Down the hall, she feels so small, cradled by the dark
blood red like roses...

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When your befuddled mind
Forsakes upon the ragged edge
Of swirling darkness;
Where eternal night awaits
To sate upon purest innocence
Besides an open grave!
When the gravity of your perils
Be...

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If your behavior is a reflection
     of what others say you are,
         ...

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The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot...

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South African lockdown 

Gone is the heave, the bustle and the crowds
The pavements are weeping like widows without sounds 
The governments are ruling with their...

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Do not call me
strong Black woman for
it is not a compliment
It is a title given to us
boxed inside expectations that
weigh us down
We are not superheroes
yet...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or...

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It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I am attractive and half naked,
If I am uneducated,
If I speak in broken English,
And sing Christian songs.

It's ok that...

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I…breathe again…
Meditating on flowers of my pasture, plucked with my eyes,
Resting…open, like buds blooming, and resting…

“Take me…” he said weakly, so softly in my ear…

I...

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I
am she
who seized the
storm and hushed the
Zephyr's rage to sleep;
the fierce within your soul,
the solace within your dreams.
I am your stained submissive lips
wanting, yet loathing;...

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Deep into my soul you reach
to gently stroke my desire
All my defenses you breach
my very essence you inspire

You stimulate my hungry mind
teasing my stagnant thoughts
Embracing...

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