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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2018 5:49am
5th Aug 2018 5:49am
Dear, oh dear, oh dear ol' Nancy! (Bitchass Pants)
We aptly named thee
yes, did we...
Your pancake asscrack packed
with swimming suit
and the stick
that you'd leave in your levee
...never retrieving;
a walking
squawking
human wedgie
Clogged in avarice;
you led the years, unrelieved
Your voice like vinegar - egg white omelet
a useless
yolkless
unsalted heart
You ate egos (never Eggos)
the fullest id on the table...
fearing a full-fat life
Skim friends were all you had
in the end
yes, did we...
Your pancake asscrack packed
with swimming suit
and the stick
that you'd leave in your levee
...never retrieving;
a walking
squawking
human wedgie
Clogged in avarice;
you led the years, unrelieved
Your voice like vinegar - egg white omelet
a useless
yolkless
unsalted heart
You ate egos (never Eggos)
the fullest id on the table...
fearing a full-fat life
Skim friends were all you had
in the end
#evil
562 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2018 5:21am
5th Aug 2018 5:21am
Art?
It's a chipped frame - pane
tacky upon touch - finely flaking
depictions of unknowns
authorship of mute convictions...
coaxings from the heart of Nox
alleys - murals mildew
galleries where no one walks
It's umber pigments
pooled in Scarborough rows
of gold on mango
dandelion medallions
diffusing hues
for use by fertile hands
It's lungs of bellows
catching tradewinds
mixing molten silks - all those glosses...
unstirred by dross
bending blended motes
They sway
devotedly
dancing...
tacky upon touch - finely flaking
depictions of unknowns
authorship of mute convictions...
coaxings from the heart of Nox
alleys - murals mildew
galleries where no one walks
It's umber pigments
pooled in Scarborough rows
of gold on mango
dandelion medallions
diffusing hues
for use by fertile hands
It's lungs of bellows
catching tradewinds
mixing molten silks - all those glosses...
unstirred by dross
bending blended motes
They sway
devotedly
dancing...
#art
#philosophical
640 reads
16 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jul 2018 3:39am
29th Jul 2018 3:39am
Prayers Hurt the Ears of Our Puppeteers
Press me - pared by pitch lines
burning beneath searing, slicing ink
amendment headings, heedless shredding
needless schemes sync and stink
Cheeks sop up spit, shouted from the silenced
voices stifled
spoken woken rifles shriek
Abject, abject...only lowly objects
we drink our bile in the streets
-
Evil - updrafts, born in buzzards wings
The carrion, they ferry
cold cartels of skins;
clipping our colors before they clash
Bodies stowed for savage shows
minions made of molting pinions ...
burning beneath searing, slicing ink
amendment headings, heedless shredding
needless schemes sync and stink
Cheeks sop up spit, shouted from the silenced
voices stifled
spoken woken rifles shriek
Abject, abject...only lowly objects
we drink our bile in the streets
-
Evil - updrafts, born in buzzards wings
The carrion, they ferry
cold cartels of skins;
clipping our colors before they clash
Bodies stowed for savage shows
minions made of molting pinions ...
#conflict
#politics
#evil
#pollution
#confusion
703 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2018 12:05pm
28th Jul 2018 12:05pm
Subduction
So the roiling rolls
lifts and shifting heated potholes
My meniscus melts over
sparse of space and affection
There's excessive marks on a time
graphite scritches cross unshielded bone
I was impervious at 2:00
though not THIS 2:00;
twelve hops of the clock
and the lull stopped
My hands cinching, then slacking
We are scalded - walled in
These vents, a hideout, hydrothermally recessed
tenanted, we venture into fissures
A shimmy down chimneys - pulsing in the pressure
Limpets where the lesser merely writhe
lifts and shifting heated potholes
My meniscus melts over
sparse of space and affection
There's excessive marks on a time
graphite scritches cross unshielded bone
I was impervious at 2:00
though not THIS 2:00;
twelve hops of the clock
and the lull stopped
My hands cinching, then slacking
We are scalded - walled in
These vents, a hideout, hydrothermally recessed
tenanted, we venture into fissures
A shimmy down chimneys - pulsing in the pressure
Limpets where the lesser merely writhe
#sadness
#hope
#suffering
601 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2018 7:24am
27th Jul 2018 7:24am
They Might Be Here, Dear.
I am recalled, even now...this mind, as thin as it might feel...
within my skull
Oh...it's light as only husk could be
They know, they know
kneading so with bait
palms of ash, pleading
over flesh
and over
and over
It's coolest in the dew of night
They - their sickle-tongued gooey lures
tracing tours
contouring my impurities
I can taste the vapor
within my skull
Oh...it's light as only husk could be
They know, they know
kneading so with bait
palms of ash, pleading
over flesh
and over
and over
It's coolest in the dew of night
They - their sickle-tongued gooey lures
tracing tours
contouring my impurities
I can taste the vapor
#dark
573 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2018 8:31am
23rd Jul 2018 8:31am
Inhale...Impale...Exhale
I have so
so grown;
and outgrown
these undercoats
Burrows made of furrows - not a few...
oh
no
not from you...
Resounding rounds
you sunk in me
like buckshot
I'll lap up attacks - all clean;
creamy clotted draught
lethal leavings, all for me
I'll say
I'll say...
I'll say I'm free
I'll use my skin
to sheathe my teeth
so grown;
and outgrown
these undercoats
Burrows made of furrows - not a few...
oh
no
not from you...
Resounding rounds
you sunk in me
like buckshot
I'll lap up attacks - all clean;
creamy clotted draught
lethal leavings, all for me
I'll say
I'll say...
I'll say I'm free
I'll use my skin
to sheathe my teeth
#suffering
697 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2018 1:58am
15th Jul 2018 1:58am
The Royal They
A image poem.
#uplifting
939 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2018 10:25am
6th Jul 2018 10:25am
Culmination
There's nothing owed;
an offshoot hails
this alternate mainsail
draped in linen canvas;
a gossamer net pregnant with gales
Brine is brusque on the tender of us
salt seasons our seasons
Eyelashes fresh with sunlight to catch
We brim with psyches stocked
to the brim
And what is our scent?
Fragrant years flung
hearts strung out - dried daylong
on the end of a prong
Lifelines swaying from skies
signs of living
as we die
Hieroglyphs hung too high
an offshoot hails
this alternate mainsail
draped in linen canvas;
a gossamer net pregnant with gales
Brine is brusque on the tender of us
salt seasons our seasons
Eyelashes fresh with sunlight to catch
We brim with psyches stocked
to the brim
And what is our scent?
Fragrant years flung
hearts strung out - dried daylong
on the end of a prong
Lifelines swaying from skies
signs of living
as we die
Hieroglyphs hung too high
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
759 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2018 6:28am
4th Jul 2018 6:28am
Leah
Fathomless;
a father falling
heart sunk in never-plumbed pathways
Father...Father...
ferry him on feathers
fold him in summer shawls
Morning's moon slips
beyond our curve - eclipsed by song
so sings the horizon
ceaseless - securing this sailing swan
the veil ever preserving
a father falling
heart sunk in never-plumbed pathways
Father...Father...
ferry him on feathers
fold him in summer shawls
Morning's moon slips
beyond our curve - eclipsed by song
so sings the horizon
ceaseless - securing this sailing swan
the veil ever preserving
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#emotional
714 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2018 8:59am
22nd Jun 2018 8:59am
Woman Of Art
Without words, but not without silk
a dance, a sundown sweeps
dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves
low soaring in a golden autumn glow
koto plucking fingers flow
The kimono bestows her
a frame of winter frost
frail forearms chambered into sleeves
lines of brocade pine trees
their needles bare of snow
Moonshadow muses
and a choice infusion, verdant, a spring
showcased through steam
Lips pursed - petals rouge
cheeks pressed white
green pressed tea
Midsummer now ...
a dance, a sundown sweeps
dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves
low soaring in a golden autumn glow
koto plucking fingers flow
The kimono bestows her
a frame of winter frost
frail forearms chambered into sleeves
lines of brocade pine trees
their needles bare of snow
Moonshadow muses
and a choice infusion, verdant, a spring
showcased through steam
Lips pursed - petals rouge
cheeks pressed white
green pressed tea
Midsummer now ...
#historical
673 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2018 9:29am
20th Jun 2018 9:29am
Neophobia
You speak in antiques
through throaty groans - burnished bronze
husking off my nylons - it's just a flaying away
and lull me with the
woolen tones of old shelter
itchy finery
a woven hold, gray and grayer
in this northwest light - hanging my jaw
to homestead on your collar;
the ironing all but undone
Spring warms away necessities...
or only you
my estuary of arms
I left my feathers on your foyer floor
through throaty groans - burnished bronze
husking off my nylons - it's just a flaying away
and lull me with the
woolen tones of old shelter
itchy finery
a woven hold, gray and grayer
in this northwest light - hanging my jaw
to homestead on your collar;
the ironing all but undone
Spring warms away necessities...
or only you
my estuary of arms
I left my feathers on your foyer floor
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
656 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jun 2018 8:55am
20th Jun 2018 8:55am
Overrated Greatness
The simple turn of rhyme and word;
a meander down a pavement - petty
To destination undetermined
the cadence coddles - pointless, empty
Peppy stepping out from nothing;
nowhere waits, an evermore
States those nauseating postulations
and cutesy, cloying metaphors
My child mind was left a'wantin'
in sing-song puzzled inquiry
The drafty drift of lofty nonsense...
The mess of depthless injury
a meander down a pavement - petty
To destination undetermined
the cadence coddles - pointless, empty
Peppy stepping out from nothing;
nowhere waits, an evermore
States those nauseating postulations
and cutesy, cloying metaphors
My child mind was left a'wantin'
in sing-song puzzled inquiry
The drafty drift of lofty nonsense...
The mess of depthless injury
#confessional
#disappointment
572 reads
7 Comments
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