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.
SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2021 8:37pm
15th Sep 2021 8:37pm
Nature's Tuning Fork - with KristinaX
Like nature's tuning fork listening to the sounds. Almost silent
as in a box translating the beauty of autumn. Whispering to you a
prayer with an echo. Playing strings of a lute. Touched by the
ambrosia of a free-flowing spring over rapids of my mind.
The time of change and death ending the cycle of life as leaves
fall. Painting the foliage in warm colors frigid winds carry the
soul. Slowly dissolving prison. Crumbling to the ground in a red
carpet, my mind's final thoughts, the smell of fallen leaves, cold ...
as in a box translating the beauty of autumn. Whispering to you a
prayer with an echo. Playing strings of a lute. Touched by the
ambrosia of a free-flowing spring over rapids of my mind.
The time of change and death ending the cycle of life as leaves
fall. Painting the foliage in warm colors frigid winds carry the
soul. Slowly dissolving prison. Crumbling to the ground in a red
carpet, my mind's final thoughts, the smell of fallen leaves, cold ...
#philosophical
#collaboration
408 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2021 5:26pm
15th Sep 2021 5:26pm
Gravity
Touched by the gravity, feeling near.
Where words of emotion linger,
Body, and soul.
Holding in my hands the broth of love.
It's worth it's salt.
With the cloth of God.
Hearing whispers of memories.
Deep inside this breath of mine.
Pulling me up to heaven's Shangri-La.
Where words of emotion linger,
Body, and soul.
Holding in my hands the broth of love.
It's worth it's salt.
With the cloth of God.
Hearing whispers of memories.
Deep inside this breath of mine.
Pulling me up to heaven's Shangri-La.
#philosophical
465 reads
STORY POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 10:57pm
14th Sep 2021 10:57pm
Between Pages Of Glory - with Crimsin
Hoping to cheat my fate with a ticket to ride. But these walls
hold memories of ghosts who fell off the trolley. But now with
the hollow-sounding of an echoing clock. Touched by the breath
of cold buckshot in a glass. I feel my destination a verse away
between pages of my glory. "Here's to'd ya! before the crawdads
sing." Reap me in the twilight. Midnight's glory will be my halo
in the glowering light of redemption. I bathe. Ridiculed by
hecklers. Found whole by God.
hold memories of ghosts who fell off the trolley. But now with
the hollow-sounding of an echoing clock. Touched by the breath
of cold buckshot in a glass. I feel my destination a verse away
between pages of my glory. "Here's to'd ya! before the crawdads
sing." Reap me in the twilight. Midnight's glory will be my halo
in the glowering light of redemption. I bathe. Ridiculed by
hecklers. Found whole by God.
#philosophical
#collaboration
426 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 4:17pm
14th Sep 2021 4:17pm
See The Twilight
In my dreams, I can see the twilight
go beddy-bye.
As the fields grow wet with dew.
With the aurora shades of falling leaves
as the moon curls up with memories.
A picket fence and homemade biscuits ago
that we fell in love,
but the shadow of God
still, bless this house with whispers.
go beddy-bye.
As the fields grow wet with dew.
With the aurora shades of falling leaves
as the moon curls up with memories.
A picket fence and homemade biscuits ago
that we fell in love,
but the shadow of God
still, bless this house with whispers.
#love
413 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 2:52pm
14th Sep 2021 2:52pm
My Johnny-Go-Peep
Pulling the dark over my eyes
in my Johnny-go-peep
with a chilling of the night
as silence blows across Oz
sweet dark belonging
to the Dreamsweeper
and misty poets turning to dust
listening to the mandolin sing
in my Johnny-go-peep
with a chilling of the night
as silence blows across Oz
sweet dark belonging
to the Dreamsweeper
and misty poets turning to dust
listening to the mandolin sing
#dreams
#philosophical
329 reads
DARK POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 1:37am
14th Sep 2021 1:37am
Gray Ghost
Like a dream, it came in a coat of decaying carrion. Hunched
as a gray ghost and as thick as a harlot's thighs. The fog
blinded the night. Hanging the moon with an eerie frost and
a howling, crawling over my bedpost. Lifeless and motherless.
A bastard's mist of embryos of poached memories I have bred.
Conjuring the Queen of the dead as I spit my chowder on worms
that awaken me from sleep.
as a gray ghost and as thick as a harlot's thighs. The fog
blinded the night. Hanging the moon with an eerie frost and
a howling, crawling over my bedpost. Lifeless and motherless.
A bastard's mist of embryos of poached memories I have bred.
Conjuring the Queen of the dead as I spit my chowder on worms
that awaken me from sleep.
#dark
#ghosts
407 reads
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2021 4:53pm
13th Sep 2021 4:53pm
On The Wall
With a scent of the wood grain and vibration. Beneath the
whittle of my four-post bed and wood chips. Sweeping away
the cobwebs of night. With rockabyes and lullabies and a
shawl. Tossed up in a patched quilt of dreams of two many
nights of the macabre that I have wandered apart from your
elusive shadow. Playing tootsie on the wall.
whittle of my four-post bed and wood chips. Sweeping away
the cobwebs of night. With rockabyes and lullabies and a
shawl. Tossed up in a patched quilt of dreams of two many
nights of the macabre that I have wandered apart from your
elusive shadow. Playing tootsie on the wall.
#dark
343 reads
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2021 4:09pm
13th Sep 2021 4:09pm
Screaming For A Voice
In my insecurities of a toad in the hole. Playing Dark Knight
to your Queen. In my Rolodex of untamed blues. Gnawing at my
shadow with a wire mesh of dark rhythms and prose. Feeling
the pulse of midnight as the candle drips castor oil sticking
to my soul. Beneath the mushroom caps of furrows in my mind.
Screaming for a voice.
to your Queen. In my Rolodex of untamed blues. Gnawing at my
shadow with a wire mesh of dark rhythms and prose. Feeling
the pulse of midnight as the candle drips castor oil sticking
to my soul. Beneath the mushroom caps of furrows in my mind.
Screaming for a voice.
#philosophical
323 reads
DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2021 10:37pm
12th Sep 2021 10:37pm
Mask Of Tribulation
As the moon shed its feathers of night. The stains of dreams
dripped in pools of nightmares. With whispers of shadows at
my mind's alto. Peering through my screams. Hungering for the
spit. As my walls turned to frost with patches of death
inscribing my chaos. Before the mask of tribulation bellows.
dripped in pools of nightmares. With whispers of shadows at
my mind's alto. Peering through my screams. Hungering for the
spit. As my walls turned to frost with patches of death
inscribing my chaos. Before the mask of tribulation bellows.
#dark
334 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Sep 2021 5:11pm
12th Sep 2021 5:11pm
Sinister Winds
When you dream of romance with handprints in the sand. As the
maiden sleeps bound by time in two voices of whispers. One of
wind, one of silence. Touched by a kiss of moonlight under the
heaven's oasis and the dew falls of memories. Turning to sin in
sinister winds.
maiden sleeps bound by time in two voices of whispers. One of
wind, one of silence. Touched by a kiss of moonlight under the
heaven's oasis and the dew falls of memories. Turning to sin in
sinister winds.
#dreams
404 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Sep 2021 5:53pm
11th Sep 2021 5:53pm
Scent of Mystic
When the candle is half-wick and obsidian. As if shadows
sleeping, in a magical forest of wintergreen on a twilight
safari. In an unusual scent of mystic and jasmine. With a
rasp of sand rubbing against the moonlight. A whisper from
the depths of dreams, crashing upon the strands of night.
Across the sounding octaves of ivories. Fastened to keys of a
harpsichord and mysterious alluring.
sleeping, in a magical forest of wintergreen on a twilight
safari. In an unusual scent of mystic and jasmine. With a
rasp of sand rubbing against the moonlight. A whisper from
the depths of dreams, crashing upon the strands of night.
Across the sounding octaves of ivories. Fastened to keys of a
harpsichord and mysterious alluring.
#dark
523 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2021 4:08pm
11th Sep 2021 4:08pm
Breath Of God
Touched by the breath of God
as a valance of night
comes down in silence
of the nightingales
reflecting memories
as a valance whisper,
Ave Maria
as a valance of night
comes down in silence
of the nightingales
reflecting memories
as a valance whisper,
Ave Maria
#philosophical
429 reads
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