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Glass-moon
Published
Today 00:04am
Today 00:04am
The moon hovers
The moom hovers
incessant brightness
a beautiful lady of space
out for a stroll
across empty sky
and I
observe no different
then I would
a blonde or brunette
pining only for
a celestial sea of stars
to surround her
incessant brightness
a beautiful lady of space
out for a stroll
across empty sky
and I
observe no different
then I would
a blonde or brunette
pining only for
a celestial sea of stars
to surround her
#moon
#night
47 reads
randomstances
Published
27th Nov 2022 7:00pm
27th Nov 2022 7:00pm
Pancakes
What if, life felt like the high of a leaf-by-leaf crushed, artfully rolled sublime beauty of a joint, and smelled of saccharine Sunday pancakes? Would you still worry? Maybe? May not! But, would you, eliminate ‘worry’ from your train of thought?
I wonder, if not worry, what would you ponder upon at random hours? Would you laugh hard to show the bones on your cheeks? Or would you still think of fundamental truth and all that remains? Would you yet be harsh on life for the choices you made and the belongings you desire? Or would you reconsider trusting your gut for once?
...
I wonder, if not worry, what would you ponder upon at random hours? Would you laugh hard to show the bones on your cheeks? Or would you still think of fundamental truth and all that remains? Would you yet be harsh on life for the choices you made and the belongings you desire? Or would you reconsider trusting your gut for once?
...
#love
#hope
#family
#LifeStruggles
#memories
38 reads
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Taylor65
Published
Today 3:31pm
Today 3:31pm
Jolly by Golly
There is Xmas, then there is Xmas—
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.
Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.
Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?
Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.
Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.
Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.
Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?
Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.
Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.
#holiday
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JMV
Published
26th Nov 2022 5:48pm
26th Nov 2022 5:48pm
Tattooed Tearz
Tattooed Tearz'
No one ever questioned the rain and why it expresses itself the way it does by falling on our heads. Maybe the sky had to get somethings off its chest and communicated with us by sending rain.
You should know that rain comes about when atmospheric vapors build up in the clouds causing pressures and collisions, and in turn bring forth rainfall.
When we look at the tearz that fall from our eyes, again, it's the results of built up feelings, emotions, and pressures - good and bad. An emotional high that in turn causes the eyes to water up, while the body releases...
No one ever questioned the rain and why it expresses itself the way it does by falling on our heads. Maybe the sky had to get somethings off its chest and communicated with us by sending rain.
You should know that rain comes about when atmospheric vapors build up in the clouds causing pressures and collisions, and in turn bring forth rainfall.
When we look at the tearz that fall from our eyes, again, it's the results of built up feelings, emotions, and pressures - good and bad. An emotional high that in turn causes the eyes to water up, while the body releases...
#SelfWorth
53 reads
4 Comments
Killjoy_Lyricist
Published
24th Nov 2022 5:07pm
24th Nov 2022 5:07pm
Our Journey
Searching till nothings left
We set upon our selfless journey
The clouds pass us by
As we walk to an unknown land
Trees, rocks, grass it’s all here
Sword drawn we venture forth
Cutting down our enemies at hand
One day we’ll find it
The glorious treasure
Something everyone wants but can never have
It beckons us
Calling our name
Telling us to find it or we’ll never be happy
Blinded by hope we continue forward
Ignoring the signs on the road
A faint sound is in the distance
It’s melancholy at base
Pay no mind to...
We set upon our selfless journey
The clouds pass us by
As we walk to an unknown land
Trees, rocks, grass it’s all here
Sword drawn we venture forth
Cutting down our enemies at hand
One day we’ll find it
The glorious treasure
Something everyone wants but can never have
It beckons us
Calling our name
Telling us to find it or we’ll never be happy
Blinded by hope we continue forward
Ignoring the signs on the road
A faint sound is in the distance
It’s melancholy at base
Pay no mind to...
#murder
#death
#fate
#dystopian
#scifi
64 reads
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Poetlover69
Published
22nd Nov 2022 1:46am
22nd Nov 2022 1:46am
How can I feel Loved
#heartbroken
#lies
#deception
63 reads
2 Comments
EvanescentSirius21
Published
24th Nov 2022 7:32pm
24th Nov 2022 7:32pm
Revellings in Fatalisms
The materials you have now are the best you’ll ever have,
There is no mind unfolding moment that you’re waiting for-
The maturation of thought? Accumulation of knowledge, of
Experience? Worth something yes, so too decay. And of this
Accumulation, what of its import? Could it, perhaps, be one
Of terrible realisation? That, indeed, all will soon be lost? A
Wise one, indeed, wise. Impels one to act. As a wound that
Bleeds demands suture.
There is no mind unfolding moment that you’re waiting for-
The maturation of thought? Accumulation of knowledge, of
Experience? Worth something yes, so too decay. And of this
Accumulation, what of its import? Could it, perhaps, be one
Of terrible realisation? That, indeed, all will soon be lost? A
Wise one, indeed, wise. Impels one to act. As a wound that
Bleeds demands suture.
#SelfReflection
15 reads
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D-Erotik_poet
Published
Today 3:48am
Today 3:48am
Be me
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
#seductive
44 reads
3 Comments
Robert_Greene
Published
19th Nov 2022 8:13am
19th Nov 2022 8:13am
EMPTY DREAMS
My smiles are as gentle as the ocean floor My feelings as painful as a freshly acquired sore.
My heart and mind are shackled by expectations of those who came before me
Wish I could be free to live and dream.
Dream of a world without societal chains and burdens holding me in captivity.
Dream of a world of freedom and equality
Dream of a world with one people undivided by race,colour and class
Dream of a world without sorrow and tears
Wish my dreams could be a reality but they are nothing but dreams.
Life would have been so much better if...
My heart and mind are shackled by expectations of those who came before me
Wish I could be free to live and dream.
Dream of a world without societal chains and burdens holding me in captivity.
Dream of a world of freedom and equality
Dream of a world with one people undivided by race,colour and class
Dream of a world without sorrow and tears
Wish my dreams could be a reality but they are nothing but dreams.
Life would have been so much better if...
#hope
40 reads
1 Comment
WhiteFox
Published
Today 6:34am
Today 6:34am
Footsteps
Holy Spirit walks with me
tells me to the left or right
guides me through the dark
reveals all things to me
the world has no meaning now
and I could never turn back
for the steps of a righteous man
are ordered by the Lord
my anxiety has gone
all fear has disappeared
sadness falls to the wayside
anger dissipates like smoke
you take delight in my growth
and I welcome your correction
I wear your words around my neck
and they keep my heart close to you
tells me to the left or right
guides me through the dark
reveals all things to me
the world has no meaning now
and I could never turn back
for the steps of a righteous man
are ordered by the Lord
my anxiety has gone
all fear has disappeared
sadness falls to the wayside
anger dissipates like smoke
you take delight in my growth
and I welcome your correction
I wear your words around my neck
and they keep my heart close to you
#spiritual
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Nilknarfar
Published
Yesterday 8:09pm
Yesterday 8:09pm
Water Colors
Stockings secure her wrists to the bedframe
You give them a tug, just to make sure.
She’s not going anywhere
Time to mix some paint
This is a new paint brush kind of night
You plunge it straight to the bottom of the ink
Brush dripping,
pulses pounding,
sweating
breathing
You have a vision
You lightly paint fun swirls
Up her arms
Across her neck
Down her chest
Circle the belly button for fun
Finding all the soft bits
First with broad strokes
Then focusing on the finer details ...
You give them a tug, just to make sure.
She’s not going anywhere
Time to mix some paint
This is a new paint brush kind of night
You plunge it straight to the bottom of the ink
Brush dripping,
pulses pounding,
sweating
breathing
You have a vision
You lightly paint fun swirls
Up her arms
Across her neck
Down her chest
Circle the belly button for fun
Finding all the soft bits
First with broad strokes
Then focusing on the finer details ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#orgasm
49 reads
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newfangledpoet
Published
17th Nov 2022 2:56am
17th Nov 2022 2:56am
skeletal juxtaposition
i have some skeletons in my closet
that come out to play and prod, to
rehearse those old wounds
that gave them away to the cobwebs, to
sing lullabies into my bruised ears
when momma says i’m a failed abortion, to
kiss the jaundiced soles of my feet
so i may learn to run, jump again, to
read bedtime stories to me
under the dying light of the moon, to
tickle a laugh out of my miniature lungs
when alcohol turns into rage and blood, to
teach me to tumble, fall, roll, cackle, gallivant,
get back up...
that come out to play and prod, to
rehearse those old wounds
that gave them away to the cobwebs, to
sing lullabies into my bruised ears
when momma says i’m a failed abortion, to
kiss the jaundiced soles of my feet
so i may learn to run, jump again, to
read bedtime stories to me
under the dying light of the moon, to
tickle a laugh out of my miniature lungs
when alcohol turns into rage and blood, to
teach me to tumble, fall, roll, cackle, gallivant,
get back up...
#dark
#gothic
#scary #horror
#scary #horror
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