Competition Ends 4th February 2019 11:08pm
Go to page:

A Picture Holds A Thousand Words #5

poet
eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States
23awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 513

Waiting At the Train Station

I am in a dreamer’s paradise, waiting at the train station
With some unknown destination. Maybe I will meet my
Lover halfway around the world and closer to the moon
On the way out of this dead end place. It is like a vacation
And place where no one knows my name or errant tears I
Cried as I escape from complete strangers. The light strewn
All over my face and I am left here waiting for what? A one
Way ticket or an excuse? Maybe I am no longer on the run.
Written by eswaller
Go To Page  

poet
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
17awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 374

Thanks for your entry, eswaller.

poet
yelluw_always
Haley Quaquaversal
Thought Provoker
United States
2awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 24th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 51

Circumlocutions

I’m lying. I’m a lion. The domain      
of a circular way out. A moon        
is behind me. The rest of the field        
is domesticated.        
           
Somewhere, the bitumen complies        
the sole, then goes home with it,        
anything to get away from the motion        
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco        
           
and clingy,        
the persnickety bedaub,         
the way we go on,        
the oil rig like a planet         
           
off the beach. Along the shore,     
the same escaped mote of tar        
the size of a plate you can moor from.        
It has a rainbow sheen bite on offer        
           
with lips the men like: dark slash adorable.    
It seems a blackhole would look like this,      
slow rising spumes, not popping, faces peep        
multiplied- it wants to keep all of us. It sucks    
    
the time out of travel. I’ll book a cave to breathe        
together, but this time,        
it’ll be an aquarium,        
this time, it’ll be a vacuum. But only if you’re going        
           
to be here on time. These        
microaggressions        
are conic, me at one        
and the station at another.        
           
There’s no soil here to count on        
yet I’m lying in wait. Orion’s near-by        
with a cure, the sum of suns are here        
to curry our favor, or mine at least        
           
since you’re still on the sonic, something      
so fast it left behind a signature.        
The minute you arrive        
will incur a tint of rum, the belt        
           
of sixty seconds means nothing here.        
It'll be frozen in amber that drips drunk        
and ancient down the icon        
between automatic and platform.     
           
Will we lick each other        
until our centers resemble        
a parable of the safari city?        
Pits spit and beans talk.        
           
Plains and notions. Needless,        
you were rooted somewhere        
between Penn Station and locust warnings. You         
ordered coffee and laid the lip print angle  
    
towards the window. Circumspect rituals  
of betting men. You stir, you circus,  
you current locomotion mourning the sunsets  
because there is sunrise on the ruins.
Written by yelluw_always (Haley Quaquaversal)
Go To Page  

poet
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
17awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 374

Thanks for your entry, Haley.

poet
ClearmindedVillain
Twisted Dreamer
United States
1awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 39

False Sound Approaching

In hopes again.
What’s daydreamed will surface sometime.
Dressed up to the mirrors approval.
It’s only me that should matter to myself.
Future visions of tomorrow at times rush the moments of right now.
Constant expectations have butterflies in the stomach aggravated.
Moments waiting quietly bring peace amongst everything that must be done.
As long as the lights are shining I know it’s on its way here.
Finally when it’s arrived stress has subsided into a healing calm.
Written by ClearmindedVillain
Go To Page  

poet
snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States
55awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1510

deleted

poet
snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States
55awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1510

Paradise Express

ATTENTION SINNERS;
It's your last chance to catch
A ride on the Paradise Express!
There's plenty of room left
In luxurious first class

No need to worry that
A Saint will take your seat
For the archangel Raphael
Sent the self righteous
On an elevator straight to Hell!

Written by snugglebuck
Go To Page  

Go to page:
Go to: