Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
4th Aug 2018 3:49am
4th Aug 2018 3:49am
So as the heart a caravan
.For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#magic
#philosophical
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:13am
24th Apr 2024 9:13am
the last viking
The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
#apocalypse
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 1:58am
18th Jan 2020 1:58am
A Heart Crush
You are like the sun that
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
#love
#fate
#WritingPoetry #crush
#WritingPoetry #crush
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 12:05pm
12th Apr 2024 12:05pm
the taste of forever
The taste of forever
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 5:27pm
5th Mar 2020 5:27pm
Forget Not Thy Father
Though my lineage be tarnished
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#redemption
#sacrifice
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18 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 00:46am
22nd May 2024 00:46am
Ghost Trees
Graveyards
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
#environment
#fate
#ghosts
#grief
#trees
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Dec 2023 3:53pm
27th Dec 2023 3:53pm
A Dark Pool
Clouded shrouded clouds
Throngs without songs
Windswept withered, and weathered
In lines of disdain
Eyes as dark as an eclypse
Pupils like dying stars
Hooded eyelids
Like blinkers
Hands gnarled, and worn
Ramshackled tattered, and torn
Hair resembling old rope
And an optimism without any hope
Lost, and forlorn
Full of scorn
There is no grace
Etched within each line of their face
Death
Their only friend
An ambiguous friend
by Jemia
Throngs without songs
Windswept withered, and weathered
In lines of disdain
Eyes as dark as an eclypse
Pupils like dying stars
Hooded eyelids
Like blinkers
Hands gnarled, and worn
Ramshackled tattered, and torn
Hair resembling old rope
And an optimism without any hope
Lost, and forlorn
Full of scorn
There is no grace
Etched within each line of their face
Death
Their only friend
An ambiguous friend
by Jemia
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 10:56pm
28th Apr 2024 10:56pm
Diem - NaPoWriMo 28
When a day starts
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
#dawn
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2024
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tomyaccusers
Poem Published
14th Dec 2023 1:04pm
14th Dec 2023 1:04pm
Morning gill flappers
Times have changed.
These days women have the Free Will to say yes,
No and even maybe.
"Free Will" incorporates all of humankind.
It incorporates the choice to say yes.
The choice to say no.
The choice to say maybe.
Free will gives us All the right to live,
To breathe,
To fight.
As it gives us All the right to surrender, bow out or give up..
You have a choice in this...
These days women have the Free Will to say yes,
No and even maybe.
"Free Will" incorporates all of humankind.
It incorporates the choice to say yes.
The choice to say no.
The choice to say maybe.
Free will gives us All the right to live,
To breathe,
To fight.
As it gives us All the right to surrender, bow out or give up..
You have a choice in this...
#fate
45 reads
SPIRIT
Poem Published
13th May 2024 6:23am
13th May 2024 6:23am
Avenge the Storm pt II
#curse
#fate
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 10:05pm
11th Apr 2024 10:05pm
Europe
Europe
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte ...
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 10:08am
21st Mar 2024 10:08am
SHUT Us
I think parks are wonderful.
Just like libraries.
Please don't SHUT us.
(c)SukiSushiCrown.21-03-2024
Just like libraries.
Please don't SHUT us.
(c)SukiSushiCrown.21-03-2024
#fate
#responsibility
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