Submissions by Phoebe (Phoebe Amelia Jane Ryrko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
life lives through me and poetry is a perfume that arises
solid gold
i am solid gold
running along clutching
the shirt tails
of my sun ray ghost
through the streets
into the woods
we shine the most
through the rain
eyes blue and brown
green and red
easy to be happy
when you’re not dead
running along clutching
the shirt tails
of my sun ray ghost
through the streets
into the woods
we shine the most
through the rain
eyes blue and brown
green and red
easy to be happy
when you’re not dead
#happiness
#love
#hope #gratitude
#hope #gratitude
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Smoke
I can get you out of here
you murmured
leaning over to kiss me
your dry lips
tasting of tobacco
thank you
for meeting me in this well
of loneliness
I ‘ve been staring at the sun
its rays falls on me
heal me
my wounds are internal,
I can see you are bleeding too.
can we climb out
do you know ?
waking I wonder, was it a dream?
where are you ?
where is the well ?
or my loneliness ?
I reach out into the darkness
and...
you murmured
leaning over to kiss me
your dry lips
tasting of tobacco
thank you
for meeting me in this well
of loneliness
I ‘ve been staring at the sun
its rays falls on me
heal me
my wounds are internal,
I can see you are bleeding too.
can we climb out
do you know ?
waking I wonder, was it a dream?
where are you ?
where is the well ?
or my loneliness ?
I reach out into the darkness
and...
#love
#freedom
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Salty and Wild with Star Light
The feeling of the sand
between my toes
the wind, warm
silken water deep
pickling my lips
how to write the feeling of the sand
was it gritty
what is gritty
outside of the
skin and the shoe
walking
or the sand
intimate
unwanted
expected part of the
holiday
sandiness in crevices
burnt into skin
dry and peeling
oiled and bleeding
roughly cut on rocks
seaweed smeared and thrown
salty and wild
with star light
between my toes
the wind, warm
silken water deep
pickling my lips
how to write the feeling of the sand
was it gritty
what is gritty
outside of the
skin and the shoe
walking
or the sand
intimate
unwanted
expected part of the
holiday
sandiness in crevices
burnt into skin
dry and peeling
oiled and bleeding
roughly cut on rocks
seaweed smeared and thrown
salty and wild
with star light
#sea
#beach
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Letting go of fear
tearing through the fields running to the shade
running through the blades of grass standing waist high
looking for the keys looking for my home
never looking back, never slowing down
then close by the river where the good heart is found
I knew it when i felt it like a rainbow in the sky
as if it was my white dove, I called it my own
something like a true love, but without a shape or form
a secret kind of freedom waiting below the water
and i can bend down and touch her this reflection of myself
and feel her fluid ways...
running through the blades of grass standing waist high
looking for the keys looking for my home
never looking back, never slowing down
then close by the river where the good heart is found
I knew it when i felt it like a rainbow in the sky
as if it was my white dove, I called it my own
something like a true love, but without a shape or form
a secret kind of freedom waiting below the water
and i can bend down and touch her this reflection of myself
and feel her fluid ways...
#LookingForLove
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The wind blew warm
The wind blew warm
waking people up, who slept in the garden
high wire walkers falling
broken
when new words are spoken
shouting out hate and hate and hate
into the silence of love
when war came the sky was blue
a beautiful Autumn day
I knew it wouldn’t be long but I couldn’t stop
I sang my song
waking people up, who slept in the garden
high wire walkers falling
broken
when new words are spoken
shouting out hate and hate and hate
into the silence of love
when war came the sky was blue
a beautiful Autumn day
I knew it wouldn’t be long but I couldn’t stop
I sang my song
#war
#environment
#rebellion
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winter song
into the bright blue
into the clear light
and beyond that
into the white
into the night
she stole
to retrieve the love
she had thrown away
blown by a guiding wind
the coldness in the air
an icy compass
like
silence
after words
covering ground
in fresh snow
footsteps
sparkling winter whispers
a crystal song
singing welcome home
into the clear light
and beyond that
into the white
into the night
she stole
to retrieve the love
she had thrown away
blown by a guiding wind
the coldness in the air
an icy compass
like
silence
after words
covering ground
in fresh snow
footsteps
sparkling winter whispers
a crystal song
singing welcome home
#winter
#wind
#snow #spiritual
#snow #spiritual
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March 30th
This painting is an amazing accident all the colours are running
madcap after each other, indigo fights with rose permanent
opposition then kissing and deep connection.
Cadmium yellow ever playful c sharp sap green the sweetest little sister
buzzing around all this my newly born friend
a blue bottle we love without words,
into miles and miles of blue out past the green trees
trusting in the sunshine and breathing out on this spring day
the moment to be and if you dare to take it what a beauty !
madcap after each other, indigo fights with rose permanent
opposition then kissing and deep connection.
Cadmium yellow ever playful c sharp sap green the sweetest little sister
buzzing around all this my newly born friend
a blue bottle we love without words,
into miles and miles of blue out past the green trees
trusting in the sunshine and breathing out on this spring day
the moment to be and if you dare to take it what a beauty !
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Leftovers
people talk of interactivity
hyper reality and fake news
what happened ?
my ear drums
are aching
my eyes won’t
open, it all looks
but isn’t
there
a boring dream.
I ate that food
you left
behind because
I hate
waste
hyper reality and fake news
what happened ?
my ear drums
are aching
my eyes won’t
open, it all looks
but isn’t
there
a boring dream.
I ate that food
you left
behind because
I hate
waste
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Birth of Cool
witnessing, birthing of cool
footnotes to the symphony
finest champagne flowing
cocaine and heroine
and the royal roses blooming in you
a garden a bouquet
pink diamonds to cut
your hair into wild styles
woven into silk purses
caressing you furs
slow fucking under the stars,
sunrises golden, laden
with dripping nectar
and you
footnotes to the symphony
finest champagne flowing
cocaine and heroine
and the royal roses blooming in you
a garden a bouquet
pink diamonds to cut
your hair into wild styles
woven into silk purses
caressing you furs
slow fucking under the stars,
sunrises golden, laden
with dripping nectar
and you
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Dreaming
the cat’s stretch
rent paid on time
the sun comes up
over the dark blue
grey and violet clouds
the dark cup of coffee
the space where we lay
traffic, red lights at twilight
what to say of oceans at night
or loneliness
what to say of war
or bliss ?
desires and control
emptiness the womb
a kiss ?
trust in trust
flames of life's breath
dreaming
as wild flowers bloom
rent paid on time
the sun comes up
over the dark blue
grey and violet clouds
the dark cup of coffee
the space where we lay
traffic, red lights at twilight
what to say of oceans at night
or loneliness
what to say of war
or bliss ?
desires and control
emptiness the womb
a kiss ?
trust in trust
flames of life's breath
dreaming
as wild flowers bloom
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can we be innocent somehow ?
dance around
in circles
spend a day
and then a night
and then a day
sometime soon,
read poems
light a fire in my room
words should make music
and with you they do
did you see the pictures
my legs in stockings ?
for you I can open
legs, heart
my mind with its infinite compartments
I hardly dare
but then i do
for gentle dreams
like white horses
yellow
orchids
and rainbows
in circles
spend a day
and then a night
and then a day
sometime soon,
read poems
light a fire in my room
words should make music
and with you they do
did you see the pictures
my legs in stockings ?
for you I can open
legs, heart
my mind with its infinite compartments
I hardly dare
but then i do
for gentle dreams
like white horses
yellow
orchids
and rainbows
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Hare
Flat down under the winds vibrations fear
the combine harvester rattles and throbs.
Empty of running wild, in wrong stillness,
senseless young innocent, she lost her ear tips.
Out in this silent black song's hard chorus
ancient smoke, silver sheathed against autumn
gold, gathering season she hare lays faint to
the ground, voices shuffling far away time
slowed down now into earths warm ochre
eternity stopping before an eye
rises sunset worn but breathing. Divine
fire and legs found to move heart beneath blood,
...
the combine harvester rattles and throbs.
Empty of running wild, in wrong stillness,
senseless young innocent, she lost her ear tips.
Out in this silent black song's hard chorus
ancient smoke, silver sheathed against autumn
gold, gathering season she hare lays faint to
the ground, voices shuffling far away time
slowed down now into earths warm ochre
eternity stopping before an eye
rises sunset worn but breathing. Divine
fire and legs found to move heart beneath blood,
...
540 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Phoebe (Phoebe Amelia Jane Ryrko)