I remember when it came time to think of names for my children how certain names would remind my husband and I of people we had known. Sometimes those names brought pretty harsh emotions along with them. My husband still hates the name Zack, all because some of some guy with that name he went to school with.
The point is, there is power in a name. I want you to write a love poem today. I want something gushy and romantic and beautiful…
And I want you to write it with a name you despise. I want you to write it to that “person.”
Remember to leave it in the comments below, or leave a link to it so we can all read your work!
Magazine submissions are still open. You’ve only got a few more months to get it in, so get writing! You can always submit to our Write for Us segment, though.
The Reverie 
Michaela
Muse sent by the goddess Akasha,
Inspire thy quill and sinfully nourish,
Charming it under thy feline spells, his flesh is ever tasty…
Heavenly immerse him within your heathen veins to eternally roam!
Arrest him in opiated bliss with thy impish ambrosia!
Enthralling liberation then gives molten lust to all and you ravish him heavens high!
Let the mystic spring find you in her shadows… flirty… naughty… worthy…
Ageless treasures of primal picturesque – a muse and a quill in chimerical delirium!
© 1 March 2016 Vlad Teodor Petcu @ Visele unui insomniac
http://viseleunuiinsomniac.blogspot.ro/2016/03/michaela.html
P.S. The name is used as indicated by the prompt exercise but it is also a hommage to a new and dear muse so… strange ways to bear the same name, just sayin’ (muse wars…. LOL)!
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Beautiful. “Ageless treasures of primal picturesque…” – what a stunning line. Aren’t new muses exciting?
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Thank you! I think I will present another one soon… as soon as she approves it (she asked for an encore).
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Je t’adore
Junoesque feline descends from heavens
Enamoring the summoned bard within tenebrous vows;
The spring within him is liquefied in the satin of her fiery lips…
Aphrodisiacal, hypnotic… never-ending bliss… vagrant creed of sin between her hips…
Divine is the primal uncharted paths of lust,
Opiates all ration and the bard is forsaken in libertine immersions.
Ravenous vices are graceful performed in heathen rites,
Exquisite hauntings pierce him by abyssal grasps and enchanted bites.
Maiden and goddess alike, she mesmerizes the poetic blossoming of his flesh –
Impish dawns and twilights of forbidden nourishment
Carve the Elysium Fields with her name,
Heavenly thrilling and mastering the untamed desires.
Enriching treasures enshroud the mists of occult knowledge that pour upon them…
Let her velvety arms caress his rotten hearts
Liberating her perfect and tasty silhouette…
Eternity is the sublime world of shadows where they devour each other…
© 1 March 2016 Vlad Teodor Petcu @ Visele unui insomniac
http://viseleunuiinsomniac.blogspot.ro/2016/03/je-tadore.html
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“vagrant creed of sin between her hips…” Oooh la la! Vlad, I think you’ve even made ME blush. -bows-
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Both my three hearts are really happy in their abysses to see that the verses are enjoyed and ravished by their famished readers! -respectfully bows then blushes and faints-
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[…] in response to this week’s prompt: Name It. Were you able to come up with a love poem this week? Did you find inspiration in a name? […]
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