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Lacquered Insanity
Poetry Contest Description
Title is the prompt. New dark poem, with 10 lines or less and no AI.
Not for competition.
Lacquered Insanity
Twilight intimacy kiss awakening senses
shadows of lacquered insanity rising
infinite anesthesia censoring prophets
dripping drops of blood's aphrodisiac
in death's melancholia counting
doubloons on a phantom's chest
shadows of lacquered insanity rising
Lacquered Insanity
Twilight intimacy kiss awakening senses
shadows of lacquered insanity rising
infinite anesthesia censoring prophets
dripping drops of blood's aphrodisiac
in death's melancholia counting
doubloons on a phantom's chest
shadows of lacquered insanity rising
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Dark droplets
insomnia invocations fall through feather light leaving
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is floating on the waves
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necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is floating on the waves
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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rip
death to the day that beheld you
screaming epiphanies burn into my mind
dark vision the day I first saw you
awakening to the horror of your sickening face
enter into an understanding I can't stand you
reaper dear please tear him apart
rip the soul leave the flesh cold
Written by smackdownraven
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On The Journey to Hell
A slithering sleuth slayed a sober saint with a sadist scalpel and sang a song while drinking sake,
And it sliced the skin and scales of sly sneaky snakes and scary sluggish sharks, who stunk of Saggy scalped skunks, where savvy skanks and sexy swans joined the schema of Satin’s sacred secular swamp, used for a sadistic sickening simmering savory soup of stale salvaged saliva and scummy secretion, used to summon the sheep who are swayed and slain by a swarm of shady scared skulls, who sit with slum and scorn the selfish stiffs that swoon and sleep with their slinky swains, who are slashed and stashed on slimy ships on a hellish sea, with freakish stoners with smeared smocks that stab and stomp with sharp stones, and swear to eat and suck and smoke while you scream and scrape your shifting soul on the sixth day of the sixth month on the sixth year of this scandalous sneering scathing seething scummy sinister satirical tale.
Written by divaD
A slithering sleuth slayed a sober saint with a sadist scalpel and sang a song while drinking sake,
And it sliced the skin and scales of sly sneaky snakes and scary sluggish sharks, who stunk of Saggy scalped skunks, where savvy skanks and sexy swans joined the schema of Satin’s sacred secular swamp, used for a sadistic sickening simmering savory soup of stale salvaged saliva and scummy secretion, used to summon the sheep who are swayed and slain by a swarm of shady scared skulls, who sit with slum and scorn the selfish stiffs that swoon and sleep with their slinky swains, who are slashed and stashed on slimy ships on a hellish sea, with freakish stoners with smeared smocks that stab and stomp with sharp stones, and swear to eat and suck and smoke while you scream and scrape your shifting soul on the sixth day of the sixth month on the sixth year of this scandalous sneering scathing seething scummy sinister satirical tale.
Written by divaD
I did not use any AI, I don't believe in mixing AI for anything, especially art, nor do I even know how anyone does that. I don't appreciate assuming AI is used for my work, I assure you I'm a real artist and will remain real forever. I'm glad you inspired me to push the boundaries of what I could create with this theme and with how I write poetry, use words and expression with my highest level of creativity . It is my deepest passion and I will continue to push myself further into what lives inside my mind.
