Submission Poems

JEALOUS

Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan. 
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants. 
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path. 
Jealous is my God,

In Surrender and In Submission

In surrender there is remembrance
In all you want to be
In submission there is acceptance
In all you can receive 

In surrender there is no resistance 
In all you can believe 
In submission there is no limitation
In pleasure you can achieve

TENDER SUBMISSION

TENDER SUBMISSION*
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ink dancing on paper, a tender submission,
     finding words lost in the rhythm of silence
          longing to be read, hearts bare on the page.

Note: I originally published this poem at Poetry Soup in June, 2025, then deleted it. (poetrysoup.com › poem

speech out of context

speech is out of context
submission is out of context
lust is out of lust
out of context,out of lust
out of context,out of submission
out of context,out of speech
out of is out of contact

out of speech is out of contact
context is contact
contact is contact
out of lust,out of contact
lust lust,contact contact
lust lust,submission submission
submission is a speech speech

submission is a contact

The Prismatic Self

I say the word and feign a Freudian slip
From between its legs duplicities drip
Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit
History will record the troubling truth
that I never existed if I don’t submit

I’ll submit this thing as if it’s a soliloquy
while being transparent with reverse psychology
When transparency is brutal it packs a

Sustenance Submission

Submission leads to sustenance?
In what world is this?
Death, dynamite, dominance!
Blowing Doom a kiss!

High cliff force in summer late?
Staggers in the gait.
O ye gods above, strife? Sate.
Too much on thy plate...

Drums played by the war gods?
Poets, by Fate required.
Nuclear my temper-rods!
Mercenaries hired!

Tyrant of tomorrow, time!
Knee deep in the slime!
Sullen silence slight sublime!
Wind, blow well each chime...

Mime,

The Abyss Within

I retreat into myself,
Cursing my name like an idiom.
I realise my curse;
It is but this phase I have dived into. 

I just detach myself from the glass.
It is always a stressful game.
I long for the heavenly pride.
Such a tide comes when I take such a stride! 

I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment.
I

Submit the Words

I'm going to submit the words
the words that drive my daily thoughts
past wastelands of dirty laundry
and heaped up dishes that scream out
wash me while the water's hot
we're important, writing's not.

I can not seem to find the time
for sweeping all the dirt and grime
when all my thoughts reign far supreme 
while bathroom thrones remain unclean.
priorities remain

Submission

At dawns first light 
I abandoned you
A soul so full of love
An effervescent hue
At my first sight
I fell in love
Rescued from sin
Angel of above
And now in pain
My heartless soul
Forbidden treasures 
No longer whole
For you are lost
And surely gone
I weep for you
All is done
An empty heart
A worthless soul
No longer exists 
My precious whole

Submission complete

On a wave of splendour 
You came and held me 
in the clouds warmly silver 
They took lining rainbow's colour's
one's breath away escaped 

Raindrops sweeping ashes on remains 
touched sacrifice within my hands 
your held deeply 
Golden delicious heartbeats
In a string of pearls 
you grow with the rose's petal 
Angel's whom hold one's soul 
to

When Submission Need Permision

With your submission
must make major decision
will need permission

Submission

They are playing hard this time,
and all these broken pieces of shades and stones are thrown away,
and all these papers and chapters are enforced to get away,
into our homes and castles.

This time,
yet they call it another day of justice,
just like how they count one to nine without a doubt,
just like how they spell your name

Unalloyed

Forever ignored in the confines of your void,
yet my prayers persist undeterred; unalloyed.
I smile knowing I've actualized the test once more;
the realm of my dreams, a canvas to your lore.

Truth and illusion meld to create the Shadow Queen's tapestry.
The canvas of reality itself; the lore of insanity.
In being nothing, her subjects epitomize the call.
That is

Submit

Find me among threshold of submission

Gather from within the twisted 
tangles of my mangled brain.

Use the torch that hides below to
melt away the ice within my soul

Find me among tangled weeds
that bruised and cut me at the knees
Watch darkness hang over day
as my insides begin to fall astray.

Feel the heat that surfaces from below
as my

Fallen

On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.

On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!

Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral

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