Poetry – (armedwithcoffee)

Queen Bitch (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 18, 2021

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* This post contains mature language. “What a bitch.”As if I didn’t know. Soon dies the complacent, trembling little flower.I intend to thrive much longer. Better still, I am Queen Bitch.And you, a little one. Mutter, walk, pretend you don’t see.Because this Bitch stands her ground. Get back to me when you can do the…

Even then (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 12, 2021

Poetryeven then, poem, Poetry, the national, you had your soul with you6 Comments

Not all chances lostTime moves us forward at costSo, too, the futureAs yet unseen, much will never changeEven then, yes. Idiocy and sincerity A fine lineI walk it oftenSoul knows; heart stupid Even then, yes. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee

ran, fell (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 9, 2021

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Intense (an erotic poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 6, 2021September 6, 2021

Poetryerotic poetry, erotica, intense, kings of leon, sex on fire18 Comments

*This poem contains mature material. Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stoppedI cum, hardCunt clenches down on your cockAlthough you are soaked in my juices You couldn’t pull outEven if you wanted to I will remain clampedUntil you erupt Because I’m intense like that …Intensity has its merits Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee Soft lips are…

depths (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 30, 2021

Poetrylisten to her heart, poem, Poetry, tom petty, too much3 Comments

i am a lot to lovei want too muchmayhap, i know my worthand you can’t cut the check you wouldn’t know depthsif you were drowning cheap voicecheap wordslittered, trampled trinketsstrewn across the sandy gift shop did you know?that’s where the exit is i’ve gone deep divingif i need to find youi know where to lookshallow…

face (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 22, 2021August 22, 2021

Poetryburn, face, poem, Poetry, the cure5 Comments

Faithful mirror burns a cold interiorPainted face smoke and glassVision intended and truth refrainedI feel nothing as my lips crack and image shatters Christina Schmidt, MA “Just paint your face” the shadows smile… “Burn,” by The Cure.

The Kiss 2.0 (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA July 31, 2021

Poetrypoem, Poetry, romantic, the kiss15 Comments

[Painting, “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt] Two sets of eyes, signaling truthsWarm smiles, issuing polite conversationClose, never touching Moments known to themMoments both precious and fleetingHere and there, time and space Weeks, months, years of momentsSeconds of a heartbeat, a lifetime of feelingEnough to satiate until their eyes next locked A chance, a gap, a…

Coward (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA July 17, 2021July 31, 2021

Poetrycoward, poem, Poetry18 Comments

Everything you can’t sayEverything you can’t doWithholding is a strengthSidestepping an art Limp, ineffectualFlaccid, posturingShining, glimmeringIn brief attentions Contributing nothingTaking allRefusing whileBasking in rays Gluttonous, sanctimonious Pious excuse of a manDo what you do bestHide, insisting friends Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com