Short Urges Poems
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Deeply rooted dark desires
of every deviant sexual urge,
divine and unconscionably
naughty primordial nuances
of sensuality unscrupulously
played out in dreamt midnight
rendezvous or reality if you dare...
it's not so hard to swallow
I try to erase
The memory of your face.
Can't really decide,
But I know I have to try.
The dimples in your cheeks...
Sometimes my knees get weak.
Should not even feel this way.
Maybe you shouldn't stay.
Temptation is creeping in.
What I'm thinking is a sin.
Friends is all we could ever be.
Even if you feel the same for me.
climbing again
? always
assumed at
confine cost
or fallacious
boardwalk whacking
my unlipped
tongue can
misread and
stomp your
plastic shark
outlaw rebelliously
questioning generalist
cushioned rubbish
mutely muddled
disregarded draftsmanship
from beloved
husband potomania
dibble straying
innately downriver
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • October 5–11, 2026)
Vacant Perdition
Reeling listless
Empty story
Gazing, endless
Mandatory
Purgatory
Muted motion
Thinking sorely
Null devotion
Sudden urges
Fleeting feelings
Will emerges
Sailing ceilings
Disused dealings
Mislaid purpose
Broken meanings
Without service
It’s insipid
Bouncing bluster
Wisdom wicked
Nothing mustered
Lacking luster
Sempiternal
Filibuster
Silence vernal
Form:
Ripped apart emotions falling from my sleeve.
Every thought exploding, gentle as a breeze.
Starting from the center it piles up inside.
Until the body fills with lust and pours forth from the eyes.
Battered walls are crumbling and time forever still.
As the heart tangos fervently with mind for sake of soul.
Aligning bodies press against the glass for lack of space.
We unfold from within ourselves, our urges have no grace.
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This reputation of unwanted feelings appearing up at the wrong moments has become predictable.
My mind, body and soul have become depleted and there’s nowhere left to go.
I’ve been trying to rebuild who I am but when I look in the mirror the past is always latching on.
I weep at night waiting for the will to live to be strong enough to break this grip.
My demons cackle knowing that I'm not powerful enough to let them go
She urges me forward
Time a concept dreamed by man
Experience expects something
Familiar feelings, the smell of success,
I recognize this place
A familiar stop gap
She laughs and turns me North
Stunned I stare at mountains
Is this my epiphany?
Where is my dream?
Destiny urges me forward
I fall on my idealism
Clairsentience spins me twice
Claircognizance takes me by the hand
I listen intently
Deferring to my soul’s knowing