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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
SLEEPAWAKEALOMA
i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
#dark
#confusion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 3:16pm
17th Sep 2018 3:16pm
The Warlock's Execution
From a throat choked by rope
Came the guttural cry of lost hope
As the lunatics mobbed
Had his dignity robbed
Shackled maimed feet
Led by his noose through the streets
Tore asunder both wings
All behold the fallen warlock king
Third eye plucked out
No more demon tongue
Or incantations spawning from his lungs
Make him slave to...
Came the guttural cry of lost hope
As the lunatics mobbed
Had his dignity robbed
Shackled maimed feet
Led by his noose through the streets
Tore asunder both wings
All behold the fallen warlock king
Third eye plucked out
No more demon tongue
Or incantations spawning from his lungs
Make him slave to...
#dark
#death
#rhyming
#narrative
#magic
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
Dance of the Dead
Peering out the old cottage window, facing the cemetery across the street
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
#ghosts
#nightmares
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Sep 2018 6:48am
9th Sep 2018 6:48am
the odd bird
An Odd Bird
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our
way to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is...
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our
way to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is...
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
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Dylan_Wolfram_24
Poem Published
10th Aug 2018 3:11pm
10th Aug 2018 3:11pm
Kurt Waits
He wishes he was Kurt
But with Tom’s enchanting voice and wit.
His mouth is a waterfall of
Complicated, big worded, limp flowing sentences
Splashing in your face and bathing your ears
Resembling much to the way
urine spills from a drunkard’s dick
on the damp streets of your home town at 4 A.M
Criticizing his past relationships
Calling the girls sluts, toys immature
But he always calls his mother to ask
What they’re having for dinner.
Because his manhood and independency
Go as far as living alone.
He says nothing ...
But with Tom’s enchanting voice and wit.
His mouth is a waterfall of
Complicated, big worded, limp flowing sentences
Splashing in your face and bathing your ears
Resembling much to the way
urine spills from a drunkard’s dick
on the damp streets of your home town at 4 A.M
Criticizing his past relationships
Calling the girls sluts, toys immature
But he always calls his mother to ask
What they’re having for dinner.
Because his manhood and independency
Go as far as living alone.
He says nothing ...
#vanity
#ignorance
#hypocrisy #dating
#hypocrisy #dating
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 9:07am
5th Sep 2018 9:07am
Chimbote Peru
Chimbote Peru
I was a pilot on a transport plane when
it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport
company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite
I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio
walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman
and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow
of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train,
The pension she got from the state was paltry.
at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and
I confessed my wish to write like...
I was a pilot on a transport plane when
it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport
company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite
I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio
walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman
and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow
of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train,
The pension she got from the state was paltry.
at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and
I confessed my wish to write like...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 3:08pm
17th Sep 2018 3:08pm
Blood In The Snow
The hussars strike them down
Knights of the black cross about to break
Their marshall is struck dead
Poles and Lithuians gain ground ahead
Then the warmaster came
In blood he was caked
Rallied his knights around him
Teutonic crosses adorn his aromor
He rides down the hussars with a charge
Prussian crossbows release bolts in a barrage
Polish horse men are pierced by the iron hail
Dead liter the field and the fight drags on into the night
They break and the Polish...
Knights of the black cross about to break
Their marshall is struck dead
Poles and Lithuians gain ground ahead
Then the warmaster came
In blood he was caked
Rallied his knights around him
Teutonic crosses adorn his aromor
He rides down the hussars with a charge
Prussian crossbows release bolts in a barrage
Polish horse men are pierced by the iron hail
Dead liter the field and the fight drags on into the night
They break and the Polish...
#soldiers
#war
#narrative #historical
#narrative #historical
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princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
faery rings like wedding bands.
drink the wine from the chalice, my love,
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
#violence
#fairies
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princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
14th Aug 2018 9:14am
14th Aug 2018 9:14am
just to the west of that spatial freeway.
the world begins to go mad.
the queen remains unfound. the princess is sixteen, and she cannot rule. the fog grows deeper. darker. six have been lost. those who followed her majesty have fallen, never to return. the world's two lights flicker, and go out.
the world begins to go mad.
the garden's green grass and colorful flowers fade. the white god smiles, obsidian eyes blind to the plague of fire. the black devil watches, uncertain of the truth. one demon stands above all. she raises her wings to fly, and she falters.
the world begins to go mad....
the queen remains unfound. the princess is sixteen, and she cannot rule. the fog grows deeper. darker. six have been lost. those who followed her majesty have fallen, never to return. the world's two lights flicker, and go out.
the world begins to go mad.
the garden's green grass and colorful flowers fade. the white god smiles, obsidian eyes blind to the plague of fire. the black devil watches, uncertain of the truth. one demon stands above all. she raises her wings to fly, and she falters.
the world begins to go mad....
#stars
#apocalypse
#magic
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Tink_Romero
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 9:37pm
11th Aug 2018 9:37pm
Another Haunted House
Into the state of Shock
In a neighborhood that is full
If you take a left turn
And enter the cul-de-sac
Of houses completely forged
With stories of their own
If you keep going
Forward and forward
Then you take a look to your right
You will see it
A yard with a busted down mailbox
A driveway full of weeds and vines
And the iron fence that is decaying like flesh
In the center of the lawn
Right between the front and back yard
Is the house
A not so normal house
Entering the premises is easy
To the point of...
In a neighborhood that is full
If you take a left turn
And enter the cul-de-sac
Of houses completely forged
With stories of their own
If you keep going
Forward and forward
Then you take a look to your right
You will see it
A yard with a busted down mailbox
A driveway full of weeds and vines
And the iron fence that is decaying like flesh
In the center of the lawn
Right between the front and back yard
Is the house
A not so normal house
Entering the premises is easy
To the point of...
#scary
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princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
14th Aug 2018 6:27pm
14th Aug 2018 6:27pm
sleepy dreamy afternoon
the quiet of the room, and the way your chest rose and fell, the silent proof you were alive.
the sweet summer nights, where all the world seemed like it was no longer spinning-
at least, if it was, it was slow enough I made sense of it.
your hair had spread from one side of the room to the other, a pair of glasses and another of goggles resting on a shelf.
you were dreaming, but you were not far. you kept an arm around my blooming-rose, thorn-woven ribs like you always had.
the skies and seas and spinning gears had lead me to you. they had never failed me. ...
the sweet summer nights, where all the world seemed like it was no longer spinning-
at least, if it was, it was slow enough I made sense of it.
your hair had spread from one side of the room to the other, a pair of glasses and another of goggles resting on a shelf.
you were dreaming, but you were not far. you kept an arm around my blooming-rose, thorn-woven ribs like you always had.
the skies and seas and spinning gears had lead me to you. they had never failed me. ...
#dreams
#spiritual
#memories
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princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
21st Aug 2018 8:26pm
21st Aug 2018 8:26pm
the twice-lit world
fall asleep within
the ever rainforest
wake up to
a misty sempiternal world
if you run through
the foggy border
eventually you'll find
an endless sea to cross
the forest is quiet
ringing with a silent melody
creation within
the dark warmth of earth
flee from the light.
artificial love is not
nearly as pure as
the comforting love of night.
fall asleep within
the twice-lit rainforest
wake up to
a dreamy-divine plane
the ever rainforest
wake up to
a misty sempiternal world
if you run through
the foggy border
eventually you'll find
an endless sea to cross
the forest is quiet
ringing with a silent melody
creation within
the dark warmth of earth
flee from the light.
artificial love is not
nearly as pure as
the comforting love of night.
fall asleep within
the twice-lit rainforest
wake up to
a dreamy-divine plane
#dreams
#fairies
#magic
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
