Submissions by Red_CurtainS (SEVEN-ONE-EIGHT)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I AM RED CURTAINS...you will understand me through my poetry. Read me.
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2018 3:14am
1st Jul 2018 3:14am
Autumn-Winter
I love the cool breeze kissing my face
I love the mild sun rubbing my neck
I love my Autumn
Listening to the leaves wrestle to the ground
The wind wraps around my body
I love my Autumn
My tears are swept away in the cold, gusty ,angry winds of winter
I love the snowy streets
Naked under my blanket , I'm caressing the heat
I love my winter
Looking out my window watching the snowflakes fall
I'm thinking of autumn and the footprints it left.
I love my winter,
But ,Autumn
I will never forget
...
I love the mild sun rubbing my neck
I love my Autumn
Listening to the leaves wrestle to the ground
The wind wraps around my body
I love my Autumn
My tears are swept away in the cold, gusty ,angry winds of winter
I love the snowy streets
Naked under my blanket , I'm caressing the heat
I love my winter
Looking out my window watching the snowflakes fall
I'm thinking of autumn and the footprints it left.
I love my winter,
But ,Autumn
I will never forget
...
#love
#beauty
#FallingInLove
522 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jun 2018 7:05pm
30th Jun 2018 7:05pm
Red SIN
Appetite to bite, eat, feed
In ruttish nature , the desire can't be compressed the juices are too flavored
The scent is so nectarous
The lips are so entrapping That flesh is just a magnet immediate force
of Attraction.
The silloutte of her shadow In a red robe
Rose petals under toes
A toast to a red sin
Tongues dance
Until an APOGEE is reached
A red stain leaves white sheets unclean
As the red sin manipulates lips
The appetite is eradicated
No arousal , a stage of befuddlement ...
In ruttish nature , the desire can't be compressed the juices are too flavored
The scent is so nectarous
The lips are so entrapping That flesh is just a magnet immediate force
of Attraction.
The silloutte of her shadow In a red robe
Rose petals under toes
A toast to a red sin
Tongues dance
Until an APOGEE is reached
A red stain leaves white sheets unclean
As the red sin manipulates lips
The appetite is eradicated
No arousal , a stage of befuddlement ...
#romantic
#fiction
#dark
555 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2018 4:48am
30th Jun 2018 4:48am
Pulling the thread
Hate is spilled from a shot glass.
It hurts soo much I can't bare to ask
Why did you offer your sex to the next?
I swallow it all in
Stabbing myself with thoughts
Grabbing hold of my mind trying to figure out
Your first lie
Pulling the thread from the relationship down to one string
Sting - why should I cry for you ?
Dream
Why should I want a marriage with you ?
Reality
We have longevity
It was I who screwed you into the booze
Money - sweat blood and tears
Handed you a can of heineken beer
Watched...
It hurts soo much I can't bare to ask
Why did you offer your sex to the next?
I swallow it all in
Stabbing myself with thoughts
Grabbing hold of my mind trying to figure out
Your first lie
Pulling the thread from the relationship down to one string
Sting - why should I cry for you ?
Dream
Why should I want a marriage with you ?
Reality
We have longevity
It was I who screwed you into the booze
Money - sweat blood and tears
Handed you a can of heineken beer
Watched...
#anger
#lust
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#lover
421 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2018 10:43pm
27th Jun 2018 10:43pm
(edited edition 1- MIGUEL) [The Red Chronicles 8]
M atch for the spark
I gnite my heart after dark
G un powder art,spread for the portrait
U ndertones
E levator up to my floor ,open
{The doors} and "touch me" let the
guitar
Lick, a riff in the chorus, conduct the.
woodtip to the center stage!
Ears bleeding words of pain, there were
Underlying intentions and
Gun powder on candy cane sheets
Igniting tension, the DNA can be
Matched from the hair
A possible TWO PAIR
I gnite my heart after dark
G un powder art,spread for the portrait
U ndertones
E levator up to my floor ,open
{The doors} and "touch me" let the
guitar
Lick, a riff in the chorus, conduct the.
woodtip to the center stage!
Ears bleeding words of pain, there were
Underlying intentions and
Gun powder on candy cane sheets
Igniting tension, the DNA can be
Matched from the hair
A possible TWO PAIR
#rhyming
#metaphor
468 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2018 7:25pm
25th Jun 2018 7:25pm
MUSE
M ark to the paper
U p to your downs
S adness to your iLL's
E choeing my pains
to the heavens...as I
SPEAK to your devils
I ..WILL
U p to your downs
S adness to your iLL's
E choeing my pains
to the heavens...as I
SPEAK to your devils
I ..WILL
#uplifting
#metaphor
494 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2018 4:49pm
24th Jun 2018 4:49pm
Untitled (Shakes)
How did we arrive at a place where we have no love for each other
No compassion
No empathy
The refigerator is empty
And COLD
Letting go of the handle
No matter how many times we've Been to the alter
Why are we still broken?
Sing praises
Shouting loud
Being uplifted and only He can see
Did someone brush his calling off of me by a casually touch?
When will love arise again ?
I've sacrificed more than I wanted to
This Foundation is awaiting restoration
How many times do we have to go to the alter before you...
No compassion
No empathy
The refigerator is empty
And COLD
Letting go of the handle
No matter how many times we've Been to the alter
Why are we still broken?
Sing praises
Shouting loud
Being uplifted and only He can see
Did someone brush his calling off of me by a casually touch?
When will love arise again ?
I've sacrificed more than I wanted to
This Foundation is awaiting restoration
How many times do we have to go to the alter before you...
#love
#strength
#TimeHeals
478 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2018 1:37am
22nd Jun 2018 1:37am
Devils food( the secret meaning)
#gothic
#narrative
#tragedy
642 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2018 9:53pm
21st Jun 2018 9:53pm
SAVAGE INK(pt 1)
Connected indefintely
The metric system cant measure me
Im too long
With a dangling ego
My pen is too heavy in the game
You couldn't pass the levels my mental is configured on
Its Eating habits is like a python
Wrapping the ink around
tight
On my worst enemy
Slithering close to my poetic friends
I cant be the hair while the tortoise wins the race
I'm curt in reply, when asked
is there room for one more as good as you?
No, I dont suppose they have arrived yet
Or
if alive have they ...
The metric system cant measure me
Im too long
With a dangling ego
My pen is too heavy in the game
You couldn't pass the levels my mental is configured on
Its Eating habits is like a python
Wrapping the ink around
tight
On my worst enemy
Slithering close to my poetic friends
I cant be the hair while the tortoise wins the race
I'm curt in reply, when asked
is there room for one more as good as you?
No, I dont suppose they have arrived yet
Or
if alive have they ...
#metaphor
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Red_CurtainS (SEVEN-ONE-EIGHT)
