Submissions by AtoMikbomb
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
She's snark, And spice, And salt. She's firs and ferns. She's lakewater. And teal. And lungs of frosting winter moss.
DARK POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 6:47pm
16th Oct 2018 6:47pm
Golden Mountain Foot
Earwigs heard
emerging harried
from their snug of rot
sunflowers - a home - composting
off-yellow backs on dead-yellow plaque
death-driven bedfellows
Light, so less temperate in a rain shadow
spruce saplings fanned - a someday fence
sentinels in trimmings
spiderweb terraces
spanned interim gaps
The scurriers told me all
Bare gritty feet
risking all on bike pedal teeth;
now I'll nevermore ride open-toed...
Funereal tender killdeer wailed - ashen chirps
crushed in heart ...
emerging harried
from their snug of rot
sunflowers - a home - composting
off-yellow backs on dead-yellow plaque
death-driven bedfellows
Light, so less temperate in a rain shadow
spruce saplings fanned - a someday fence
sentinels in trimmings
spiderweb terraces
spanned interim gaps
The scurriers told me all
Bare gritty feet
risking all on bike pedal teeth;
now I'll nevermore ride open-toed...
Funereal tender killdeer wailed - ashen chirps
crushed in heart ...
#dark
#childhood
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
550 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2018 8:02am
15th Oct 2018 8:02am
Does she notice veins on leaf undersides?
Yester-sun, the dayglow away
afar...
my memoir dines over sips from mason jars
scones and highfalutin lattes
foam art frothy
biscotti crumbs off a hottie's lips
The gluten's stale as we were...
Pluck the pillings off your chinos
you know...
the faux formalities always failed
to woo me; do you recall?
as those tacky khakis squeeze the life from your balls
But I would meet you in the stairwell
no bra and all
Look into her liner
relive my undressed lids
and the rest
I...
afar...
my memoir dines over sips from mason jars
scones and highfalutin lattes
foam art frothy
biscotti crumbs off a hottie's lips
The gluten's stale as we were...
Pluck the pillings off your chinos
you know...
the faux formalities always failed
to woo me; do you recall?
as those tacky khakis squeeze the life from your balls
But I would meet you in the stairwell
no bra and all
Look into her liner
relive my undressed lids
and the rest
I...
#sadness
562 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2018 7:25am
13th Oct 2018 7:25am
Leave me or let me leave
Hordes echo, the hollow dayshow
clamor of lives;
avowing their wasted fruit- withering
wicked rabblers
molding in a bowl
-
I crave a lush layaway
to splay mother bones - unevenly worn
like a cooked hen
upon a somewhere drizzly
devoid of dronings
Licking leaf topside
little end table levees
capturing dropped waters
in portions personal
and pristine
Fetching forward with fingers
free of clammy chill
a sudden barometer plunge
and the shrill of bedlam is banished
My head...
clamor of lives;
avowing their wasted fruit- withering
wicked rabblers
molding in a bowl
-
I crave a lush layaway
to splay mother bones - unevenly worn
like a cooked hen
upon a somewhere drizzly
devoid of dronings
Licking leaf topside
little end table levees
capturing dropped waters
in portions personal
and pristine
Fetching forward with fingers
free of clammy chill
a sudden barometer plunge
and the shrill of bedlam is banished
My head...
#despair
608 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2018 10:49pm
6th Oct 2018 10:49pm
Free
..
#FreeVerse
#freedom
#escape #FeelingTrapped
#escape #FeelingTrapped
645 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2018 00:43am
5th Oct 2018 00:43am
"Winner winner..."
We are not utterly of variant fleshes;
yours though exudes spring morn
sighing through your tender pores...
I pore over you...
Please,
free me by your clemency
Impurity bores barbed tusks in deep
flaying all humanity
And I would flay you baby...
feel you in my teeth
Glass divorces us, and yet
even yet...
have I to taste you
Frigid were you, the hour last
like winter;
now you bask
steaming under charms...
yours though exudes spring morn
sighing through your tender pores...
I pore over you...
Please,
free me by your clemency
Impurity bores barbed tusks in deep
flaying all humanity
And I would flay you baby...
feel you in my teeth
Glass divorces us, and yet
even yet...
have I to taste you
Frigid were you, the hour last
like winter;
now you bask
steaming under charms...
#food
558 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Sep 2018 5:42am
30th Sep 2018 5:42am
The Hook
Skating 'cross bronze teeth - sentinels stand guard over zippered troves
my fingers disband the brigade
down the fly
they frisk
they pry
You are firm before I fetch you
pulsing beneath the weight of waiting
a slick tip and Hanes sticky - twitching forward
murmuring "Mik..."
I trace inseams
minutes shudder
stiffness strains
heat trembles
a fever forms under my palm
There's a throbbing in your eyes...
so I kiss
your jeans again...
my fingers disband the brigade
down the fly
they frisk
they pry
You are firm before I fetch you
pulsing beneath the weight of waiting
a slick tip and Hanes sticky - twitching forward
murmuring "Mik..."
I trace inseams
minutes shudder
stiffness strains
heat trembles
a fever forms under my palm
There's a throbbing in your eyes...
so I kiss
your jeans again...
#lust
#sexy
#temptation
878 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2018 8:47am
22nd Sep 2018 8:47am
I've outgrown the need to tiptoe
I etched a fence - a cold water fjord
to hoard myself
to keep these shores from you
And I cracked some stencils
my pencil pressings
come on to strong;
so I leave myself
where I please
The lines...
they think they know how they should lie
Oh,
the confines ease their eyelids closed
at night
But they detest;
us, the stabber of gaps
in their tidy
typical packaging
Red, raw eyewhites blink...
we cheat them of their dividends
of sleep
to hoard myself
to keep these shores from you
And I cracked some stencils
my pencil pressings
come on to strong;
so I leave myself
where I please
The lines...
they think they know how they should lie
Oh,
the confines ease their eyelids closed
at night
But they detest;
us, the stabber of gaps
in their tidy
typical packaging
Red, raw eyewhites blink...
we cheat them of their dividends
of sleep
#freedom
799 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2018 5:31am
16th Sep 2018 5:31am
Count me out of your metaphor, I'm out the door.
Moonshadow labored upon me
pruning my paths
in pale lavender - a light-like lace
tracing my naked kneecaps
Petals settle to the bottom of the bath
Being tripped on skipping blades
silver shards
grass or glass, it's of no matter
I'm ever cut up indoors or out
I'll shoot the shit
let my pseudonym take my hits
sit behind a frosted glass
Nomenclature - a nomadic nature;
a nominal
prodigal
passage
holds open my throat...
and pumps in gas
pruning my paths
in pale lavender - a light-like lace
tracing my naked kneecaps
Petals settle to the bottom of the bath
Being tripped on skipping blades
silver shards
grass or glass, it's of no matter
I'm ever cut up indoors or out
I'll shoot the shit
let my pseudonym take my hits
sit behind a frosted glass
Nomenclature - a nomadic nature;
a nominal
prodigal
passage
holds open my throat...
and pumps in gas
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
589 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 9:49am
31st Aug 2018 9:49am
A Halfling's Might
Less comely they, than some
the ruddy folk from Anduin
curled on end and end
grown by stream and sweeping hill
full and free
and round with song
A loamy undertone - a softness
of ferns in spring and thawing home
ever veiled from unknown stone
and war
and thrones
and blood
and bone
A strange way to bend one's toes
padding past peril
upon wind raped hills
chill with wraiths - pale plateaus
a lilting flute...
the ruddy folk from Anduin
curled on end and end
grown by stream and sweeping hill
full and free
and round with song
A loamy undertone - a softness
of ferns in spring and thawing home
ever veiled from unknown stone
and war
and thrones
and blood
and bone
A strange way to bend one's toes
padding past peril
upon wind raped hills
chill with wraiths - pale plateaus
a lilting flute...
#hope
#courage
#MyInspiration #heroic
#MyInspiration #heroic
708 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2018 7:11am
30th Aug 2018 7:11am
Sapphire
Cobalt cold
a blue, like cranberry juice
a richness...none-too-sweet - so resonant
competing with tartness in me
Deep teal, seeping teal;
bottomless as soul
We swam in air...or water
detached - a match in the drink
I knew what you were thinking
I knew better than to blink
Swaying up on seabeds
I wore...something, I recall it not...
maybe it was naught
spines weaving waves
sparring the tide
My frame,
gaining your gazes
Contrary outlander fire blazed
We faded, freaks allying our...
a blue, like cranberry juice
a richness...none-too-sweet - so resonant
competing with tartness in me
Deep teal, seeping teal;
bottomless as soul
We swam in air...or water
detached - a match in the drink
I knew what you were thinking
I knew better than to blink
Swaying up on seabeds
I wore...something, I recall it not...
maybe it was naught
spines weaving waves
sparring the tide
My frame,
gaining your gazes
Contrary outlander fire blazed
We faded, freaks allying our...
#love
#dreams
#sleep
784 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2018 2:01am
18th Aug 2018 2:01am
A Not-Strange Way
I breathe the quiet
from these loud minds
respirate, detonate
carbon fiber monoxide - through the expanse;
the span
of Yours
The filter fills
and overflows
You level me;
your Jericho
from these loud minds
respirate, detonate
carbon fiber monoxide - through the expanse;
the span
of Yours
The filter fills
and overflows
You level me;
your Jericho
#love
683 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2018 6:58am
11th Aug 2018 6:58am
Gouged
We have hated in a blaze, these bark skins...fleshes (?...)
languish - bearing down
birthing barren anguish
Rolls furl, as do our toes
and slippery tips
heat licks our secrecies
a neck bare and brandished...so begging
for a burn - saturne under ambition's fervor
kneels - appealing
squealing for a turn
Harnessed by yokefull humanity
mulch amasses - chokes the flame
A bakery for half-cooked cravings;
a darkroom for us undeveloped - radiant as
Genesis in nemesis...namely... ...
languish - bearing down
birthing barren anguish
Rolls furl, as do our toes
and slippery tips
heat licks our secrecies
a neck bare and brandished...so begging
for a burn - saturne under ambition's fervor
kneels - appealing
squealing for a turn
Harnessed by yokefull humanity
mulch amasses - chokes the flame
A bakery for half-cooked cravings;
a darkroom for us undeveloped - radiant as
Genesis in nemesis...namely... ...
#emptiness
555 reads
10 Comments
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