Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 10:22am
20th Nov 2015 10:22am
Tunnel at the End of Light
Seeking a parallel in quietus
from the smoking fields of nebulae
where I could see all there is,
while reality floats,
its distance doubling with the
passing of each second.
To discover there are no grasslands,
that there never was a serenity
and how lonely I am for that.
Only the tundra of planets
with equators untouched
by their inner engines
in an existence unchanged through
the fish-eye lens of light years with
tilted skull caps lined up like dominoes.
...
from the smoking fields of nebulae
where I could see all there is,
while reality floats,
its distance doubling with the
passing of each second.
To discover there are no grasslands,
that there never was a serenity
and how lonely I am for that.
Only the tundra of planets
with equators untouched
by their inner engines
in an existence unchanged through
the fish-eye lens of light years with
tilted skull caps lined up like dominoes.
...
#loneliness
#death
#universe #grief
#universe #grief
691 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 10:18am
20th Nov 2015 10:18am
Quicksilver
Bleak yellow street lights
wearing necklaces of rain
pearl against the streak
of finger painted windows
overlaid
with quicksilver brocade
and nests of spider eggs.
Where once this place
was abandoned, in a room,
the creak of floor boards
drowned by thunder's boom,
revealed
in shadow and lightning strobe,
paint-by-number puddles trace
around two who appear to sleep
soundly in the aftermath of a tryst
causing
the panes to mist and condensate,
and moisture...
wearing necklaces of rain
pearl against the streak
of finger painted windows
overlaid
with quicksilver brocade
and nests of spider eggs.
Where once this place
was abandoned, in a room,
the creak of floor boards
drowned by thunder's boom,
revealed
in shadow and lightning strobe,
paint-by-number puddles trace
around two who appear to sleep
soundly in the aftermath of a tryst
causing
the panes to mist and condensate,
and moisture...
#love
#dark
#death
#storm
#ghosts
868 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 2:21am
20th Nov 2015 2:21am
Dance
He gave her a note—
Will you go with me to the dance?
and she the tomboy said yes.
He drives her to the park where
she will lose her shoes in the trimmed
grass, wet with dew and moonlight.
Will you go with me to the dance?
and she the tomboy said yes.
He drives her to the park where
she will lose her shoes in the trimmed
grass, wet with dew and moonlight.
868 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 2:17am
20th Nov 2015 2:17am
Exile
The sound of the Goddess was his music,
mute of syllables, singing of his
banishment from the grace of her words.
He gathered sleep from the outline of
her breasts, keeping himself to a
dark niche within reach of her perfume.
Keeping her in his sight, he wondered
as he began to pleasure;
when had she known?
He imagined a much younger time
when she could
extract milk from the stars,
when she first offered a cup to his lips,
trembling from kneeling on the ...
mute of syllables, singing of his
banishment from the grace of her words.
He gathered sleep from the outline of
her breasts, keeping himself to a
dark niche within reach of her perfume.
Keeping her in his sight, he wondered
as he began to pleasure;
when had she known?
He imagined a much younger time
when she could
extract milk from the stars,
when she first offered a cup to his lips,
trembling from kneeling on the ...
#BDSM
#lust
#denial
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
1053 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 3:55am
19th Nov 2015 3:55am
Can You Cry in Space
Once you venture into the jar
there's no place left to go
as planets recede into dark matter.
Light years close in on me.
Every vein restricts, the heart
beats backwards, hair snaking
choking, floating beads of tears
quivering in the vacuum
reflected in visor and iris,
as eyes bulge and bleed,
turning to ruby gems,
sharp-angled
threading with my tears,
coiling around my neck and hands,
trying to fend them off.
Am I in a clinical waiting room
in a hell adrift, which has...
there's no place left to go
as planets recede into dark matter.
Light years close in on me.
Every vein restricts, the heart
beats backwards, hair snaking
choking, floating beads of tears
quivering in the vacuum
reflected in visor and iris,
as eyes bulge and bleed,
turning to ruby gems,
sharp-angled
threading with my tears,
coiling around my neck and hands,
trying to fend them off.
Am I in a clinical waiting room
in a hell adrift, which has...
#death
#earth
#universe
#stars
#FeelingLost
795 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 3:54am
19th Nov 2015 3:54am
The Art of Washing Hands
As intense as one life entering another,
I take your hands into mine.
The intimacy of water from a spigot
pours as if over our entire bodies,
yours in willing submission to mine
during the act of washing hands.
Your anticipation is a pale shiver
like a bird's wing stretching the wind.
To swoon from the scent of roses
as the glycerin is slowly applied,
and then our fingers entwine;
a lesser tandem of slender limbs coiling.
The froth of friction made languid in its
lubrication, the...
I take your hands into mine.
The intimacy of water from a spigot
pours as if over our entire bodies,
yours in willing submission to mine
during the act of washing hands.
Your anticipation is a pale shiver
like a bird's wing stretching the wind.
To swoon from the scent of roses
as the glycerin is slowly applied,
and then our fingers entwine;
a lesser tandem of slender limbs coiling.
The froth of friction made languid in its
lubrication, the...
#erotic
#water
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
1305 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 7:47pm
18th Nov 2015 7:47pm
Conversion
The moment I saw you I was already
calculating the space you fill algebraically,
doing the dimensional analysis
both awake and in my sleep
until, over the arc of our tenure as lovers,
I accepted the mathematical sums,
and it continues to elevate and meander
by cranial orbits and biological chemistry.
You defy physics for why it's this way, and
being together creating another chemical reaction
when it comes to how I mirror you, turning into
windows, to cross over and...
calculating the space you fill algebraically,
doing the dimensional analysis
both awake and in my sleep
until, over the arc of our tenure as lovers,
I accepted the mathematical sums,
and it continues to elevate and meander
by cranial orbits and biological chemistry.
You defy physics for why it's this way, and
being together creating another chemical reaction
when it comes to how I mirror you, turning into
windows, to cross over and...
#romantic
#FallingInLove
990 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 3:39am
18th Nov 2015 3:39am
Feral
He told of how he'd found her when
a comet streaked by overhead,
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied
with heaven drifting from his eyes -
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes,
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done, my feral one.
And when the comet comes,
she'll leave...
a comet streaked by overhead,
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied
with heaven drifting from his eyes -
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes,
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done, my feral one.
And when the comet comes,
she'll leave...
#love
#romantic
#ILoveYou
#stars
#lover
963 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 9:41am
17th Nov 2015 9:41am
True Halo
It's what angels wear,
this crown of thorns, to keep them
grounded to the earth
instead of wings, lifting them
out of reach from their calling.
At least, stay near me.
Trade with me your crown of storms
and your thread-bare clothes,
revealing neither boy nor girl,
to be your guardian one.
This is a Rensaku (linked Tanka), an ancient form of Eastern poetry.
Preview piece is a photo by Russian artist/model Natalia Drepina
this crown of thorns, to keep them
grounded to the earth
instead of wings, lifting them
out of reach from their calling.
At least, stay near me.
Trade with me your crown of storms
and your thread-bare clothes,
revealing neither boy nor girl,
to be your guardian one.
This is a Rensaku (linked Tanka), an ancient form of Eastern poetry.
Preview piece is a photo by Russian artist/model Natalia Drepina
#LifeStruggles
#angels
#spiritual #support
#spiritual #support
1095 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 1:40am
17th Nov 2015 1:40am
The Esperanto of Trees
I traveled with the tallest,
tacking the wind, carrying tales
beyond the world I knew
in the billowing sails.
I always believed in the
gentleness of trees;
the keepers of every footnote
of everything that came to be,
witnessed and handed down
as precious cargo.
To listen (yes, hear the hush)
of a language long forgotten,
like the Esperanto of trees,
before the memories of hominids,
perhaps from their lineage,
before venturing into the hunt
on ancient savanna.
...
tacking the wind, carrying tales
beyond the world I knew
in the billowing sails.
I always believed in the
gentleness of trees;
the keepers of every footnote
of everything that came to be,
witnessed and handed down
as precious cargo.
To listen (yes, hear the hush)
of a language long forgotten,
like the Esperanto of trees,
before the memories of hominids,
perhaps from their lineage,
before venturing into the hunt
on ancient savanna.
...
#trees
#nature
#memories #birds
#memories #birds
804 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 1:36am
17th Nov 2015 1:36am
Will I Also Return
I was young as spring,
and held to autumn's wind
like pomegranates
in the highest branches,
before crows hollowed them
autumn flurries return
with the scent of fallen fruit,
dying leaves
crushed underfoot,
shelter for next spring
This set is called a Rensaku = linked Tanka.
and held to autumn's wind
like pomegranates
in the highest branches,
before crows hollowed them
autumn flurries return
with the scent of fallen fruit,
dying leaves
crushed underfoot,
shelter for next spring
This set is called a Rensaku = linked Tanka.
#fall
#spring
#trees #birds
#trees #birds
911 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 1:59am
16th Nov 2015 1:59am
Echos of Autumn Passing
Rows of dried corn stalks bend
with the wind that thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on
higher ground, their husks abandoned.
Flash floods may yet pass them by.
with the wind that thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on
higher ground, their husks abandoned.
Flash floods may yet pass them by.
#countryside
#rain
#storm
#fall
#wind
782 reads
7 Comments
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