Submissions by adagio
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Unfortunately, the world is what it is. There is only one of us. I don't play the games to gather a list of fools. I am genuine and don't stampede with the wandering herd. I am my own thinker. BS doesn't fit me.
Stone Fences
Among stone fences of autumn
walk winds of lonesome sound
on woodland paths of muted cello
filled with leaves of molten gold
now patchwork landscape quilts
where once they fell from the sky
with the scent of nature's bouquet
now milkweed floats on downy wings
were ragged ferns and mistletoe grow
walk winds of lonesome sound
on woodland paths of muted cello
filled with leaves of molten gold
now patchwork landscape quilts
where once they fell from the sky
with the scent of nature's bouquet
now milkweed floats on downy wings
were ragged ferns and mistletoe grow
#nature
#WritingPoetry
133 reads
4 Comments
Translation Uncensored
Intoxicating endless night
in translation uncensored
lingering in twilight til dawn
listening to the silence
I compose hungry as a worm
devouring your corpse
with my cold breath
whispering to a skull's shell
intoxicating endless night
in translation uncensored
in translation uncensored
lingering in twilight til dawn
listening to the silence
I compose hungry as a worm
devouring your corpse
with my cold breath
whispering to a skull's shell
intoxicating endless night
in translation uncensored
#dark
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
168 reads
2 Comments
I'm A Pulpit
My mind is the burial place
running from insanity shadow
not a haunted old house
to be cloaked in madness
thinking I'm a pulpit
lusting for the dowager's blood
where her kisses bleed
like a crimson piquant
by the ink of my quill's cane
running from insanity shadow
not a haunted old house
to be cloaked in madness
thinking I'm a pulpit
lusting for the dowager's blood
where her kisses bleed
like a crimson piquant
by the ink of my quill's cane
#dark
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
148 reads
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Over Empty Pages
The predictable silence of the rain
in my moody theme of darkness
my mind lingers over empty pages
touched by the ghost of death
brushing her lips across my shoulder
with fingers probing my mind
seducing me with a piercing eye
of wanton seduction in my ink
in my moody theme of darkness
in my moody theme of darkness
my mind lingers over empty pages
touched by the ghost of death
brushing her lips across my shoulder
with fingers probing my mind
seducing me with a piercing eye
of wanton seduction in my ink
in my moody theme of darkness
#dark
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
171 reads
2 Comments
Wind-Strewn Moss
Across the forest-wind-strewn moss
of winter's snow, she came to me
carpeting forest with fingers of green
stretching her boughs for me to see
in the gleam of white, she sang softy
turning the silence into sounds
across the forest-wind-strewn moss
of winter's snow, she came to me
carpeting forest with fingers of green
stretching her boughs for me to see
in the gleam of white, she sang softy
turning the silence into sounds
across the forest-wind-strewn moss
#inspirational
#nature
#WritingPoetry
117 reads
2 Comments
Sound Of A Muted Sparrow
Til trumpets in meadows call me a song
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
sweet love on a rainbow's mandolin
and when ice, frost on the pane
I will play poetic strings
of the eternal side of forever
with everlasting breath
as pollen lay dew on the golden spire
our love blossoms into life's petals
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
sweet love on a rainbow's mandolin
and when ice, frost on the pane
I will play poetic strings
of the eternal side of forever
with everlasting breath
as pollen lay dew on the golden spire
our love blossoms into life's petals
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
#love
#romantic
#WritingPoetry
159 reads
2 Comments
Transparent Blue, Etcetera
Transparent blue moonlight
beautiful twilight butterfly
like stars falling over canes
and bamboo, etcetera
in the pale hydrangea,
and willow hair
as autumn is in the wind
crimson on red, etcetera,
transparent blue moonlight
beautiful twilight butterfly
like stars falling over canes
and bamboo, etcetera
in the pale hydrangea,
and willow hair
as autumn is in the wind
crimson on red, etcetera,
transparent blue moonlight
#nature
#WritingPoetry
150 reads
4 Comments
Sophisticated Shadow
Sophisticated shadow in silhouette
seen through the windowless pane
dressed in nothing but moonlight
draped over the midnight hour
pale as a white rose petal
clouding the leaf smiling on the flower
sophisticated shadow in silhouette
seen through the windowless pane
dressed in nothing but moonlight
draped over the midnight hour
pale as a white rose petal
clouding the leaf smiling on the flower
sophisticated shadow in silhouette
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
131 reads
6 Comments
Intimacy Gazing - with Grace
Artifacts of the past, academia
with a sense of intellectualism
and deception of the future
in dark's isolation, listening
to a shadow to fill the silence
in death's intimacy gazing
the dark forever burning
Amidst this somber sad scene
the value of this existence
is questioned
scales of knowledge and intellect
neither brings solace nor enlightenment
pursuit of wisdom
mere words tinkling cymbals
and nary a bowl of sustenance
with a sense of intellectualism
and deception of the future
in dark's isolation, listening
to a shadow to fill the silence
in death's intimacy gazing
the dark forever burning
Amidst this somber sad scene
the value of this existence
is questioned
scales of knowledge and intellect
neither brings solace nor enlightenment
pursuit of wisdom
mere words tinkling cymbals
and nary a bowl of sustenance
#philosophical
#collaboration
138 reads
2 Comments
Decadent Silence
Bittersweet fragrance decadent silence
melting ice morphing death's cyanide
to moisten your lips with my tongue
looming over the darkening veil
clinging to the ovaries of a dying rose
melting ice morphing death's cyanide
to moisten your lips with my tongue
looming over the darkening veil
clinging to the ovaries of a dying rose
#dark
#erotic
191 reads
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A Thousand Trees
A thousand winds scream a thousand trees
through berms of weeds and hills of snow
echoing the voice flaming through the grate
the haunting of the winds a thousand trees
as an old man stands alone and grieves
scattered by leaves now a grave
through berms of weeds and hills of snow
echoing the voice flaming through the grate
the haunting of the winds a thousand trees
as an old man stands alone and grieves
scattered by leaves now a grave
#philosophical
120 reads
2 Comments
Infinite Funk
Infinite funk as dark unwinds
to aches of a thousand nights
with eyes that freeze the soul
but has no moon to radiate
in endless nights
through fields and woods
wandering and withering
through the stagnant pool
drowning in the inkwell
with a coat of sorrow
to aches of a thousand nights
with eyes that freeze the soul
but has no moon to radiate
in endless nights
through fields and woods
wandering and withering
through the stagnant pool
drowning in the inkwell
with a coat of sorrow
#dark
125 reads
2 Comments
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