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. Secondary ID, "SeanAbbey"
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 5:32pm
25th Feb 2025 5:32pm
Glaucoma
Gazing into green eyes of my sweet Glaucoma
caressing her flesh in the shadow's eclipse
dripping the blood of sensual earth notes
pulsating her mascara's orgasm, from the lair
of her chinny-chin-chin gazing into green eyes
my sweet Glaucoma, on Moon River
caressing her flesh in the shadow's eclipse
dripping the blood of sensual earth notes
pulsating her mascara's orgasm, from the lair
of her chinny-chin-chin gazing into green eyes
my sweet Glaucoma, on Moon River
#dark
#erotic
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 12:54pm
25th Feb 2025 12:54pm
Perhaps it's Pneumonia!
Silent scenarios in thick and worn verses
yellowed by the jaundice of an aged fool
screaming from the gallows of my pen with
shadows in pantomime from the inkwell
thirsting with an ephemeral echo in the
dark's chorography longing to be a scripted
mime whispering pathos, but it ain't my
Shakespeare"... "Scene 1, Take 2"
Perhaps it's pneumonia!
yellowed by the jaundice of an aged fool
screaming from the gallows of my pen with
shadows in pantomime from the inkwell
thirsting with an ephemeral echo in the
dark's chorography longing to be a scripted
mime whispering pathos, but it ain't my
Shakespeare"... "Scene 1, Take 2"
Perhaps it's pneumonia!
#corruption
#deception
#hypocrisy
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 10:17pm
24th Feb 2025 10:17pm
Return to Me Pupa - with Lilliputian
Exhumed from cocoon
now an old beggar
with aching bones
return to me pupa
where candle burns
drying my wings
listening to lullabies
in death's pale denim
I am weighed down
carried away to a pit
fading in a whisper
like dust in the wind
lingering in twilight
a shadow of life and death
heartbeats in a trance
blinding my senses
tied to your garter
of lace and innuendo
between dusk and dawn
now fodder for the loon
mummified real-estate
sleepless in the dark ...
now an old beggar
with aching bones
return to me pupa
where candle burns
drying my wings
listening to lullabies
in death's pale denim
I am weighed down
carried away to a pit
fading in a whisper
like dust in the wind
lingering in twilight
a shadow of life and death
heartbeats in a trance
blinding my senses
tied to your garter
of lace and innuendo
between dusk and dawn
now fodder for the loon
mummified real-estate
sleepless in the dark ...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 6:14pm
24th Feb 2025 6:14pm
Upgrades
As God, upgrades an enclave of staggering misery
and lingering souls from their mind's decadent
ghetto in a tsunami of tidal waves destroying the
walls of their Medina melting the stones of obscenity
returning to lava, shadowing their hypocrisy as God
upgrades an ensemble of staggering misery
and lingering souls from their mind's decadent
ghetto in a tsunami of tidal waves destroying the
walls of their Medina melting the stones of obscenity
returning to lava, shadowing their hypocrisy as God
upgrades an ensemble of staggering misery
#hypocrisy
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 2:16pm
24th Feb 2025 2:16pm
In a Nutshell
Insanity in a nutshell, keeping crickets as pets and sleeping
with the Wi-Fi on because their god told them so in Airplane
mode. Manufacturing reality in their mind's Jack-in-the-Box
of insanity's foofaraw. An error in society...“Beam me up,
Scotty”
with the Wi-Fi on because their god told them so in Airplane
mode. Manufacturing reality in their mind's Jack-in-the-Box
of insanity's foofaraw. An error in society...“Beam me up,
Scotty”
#corruption
#deception
#evil
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
118 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 00:08am
24th Feb 2025 00:08am
Low Gear
One doesn't need a light in low gear, a sword or pen
when encountering shadows in dark's paranoia
grinding the wheels East of Eden listening to Eve
whisper, "Moon River" through the chaos deep
as the grave, wolfing down the sabbath, forging
a new day just out of sight, haunting the dead
in a convoy using low gear
when encountering shadows in dark's paranoia
grinding the wheels East of Eden listening to Eve
whisper, "Moon River" through the chaos deep
as the grave, wolfing down the sabbath, forging
a new day just out of sight, haunting the dead
in a convoy using low gear
#dark
#erotic
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 3:06pm
23rd Feb 2025 3:06pm
Until Leaves hit Bottom
Fragrant shadows of Sumac
inhaling the ink of night
falling leaves in Autumn
until dusk becomes a cinder
pale as silence of ghosts
fading to insomnia
whispering of falling light
butterflies shining bright
then falling to hoary
with the breath of mold
from nightmares that dream
within an inch of being
of the hymnals in jars
creeping embers of envy
leaving crumbs for the crows
trolling among the stones
inhaling the ink of night
until the leaves...
inhaling the ink of night
falling leaves in Autumn
until dusk becomes a cinder
pale as silence of ghosts
fading to insomnia
whispering of falling light
butterflies shining bright
then falling to hoary
with the breath of mold
from nightmares that dream
within an inch of being
of the hymnals in jars
creeping embers of envy
leaving crumbs for the crows
trolling among the stones
inhaling the ink of night
until the leaves...
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:42pm
23rd Feb 2025 2:42pm
Common Sense
"If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck,
and walks like a duck… it's probably a duck…"
and walks like a duck… it's probably a duck…"
#hypocrisy
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 8:07pm
22nd Feb 2025 8:07pm
Lost Condiment
What crutch 'gin silenced the pen of malicious sins
ferrying lost souls dwindling into ghosts finding
failure among the corpses, bruising the tonic with
a haphazard grin with the profane lime going astray
with the milky juice polluted taste of lobotomy
... what crutch 'gin silenced the pen with the lost
condiment smiling back from the bottle, going
crackers for gin
ferrying lost souls dwindling into ghosts finding
failure among the corpses, bruising the tonic with
a haphazard grin with the profane lime going astray
with the milky juice polluted taste of lobotomy
... what crutch 'gin silenced the pen with the lost
condiment smiling back from the bottle, going
crackers for gin
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:11pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:11pm
Loving the Lamppost - with Lilliputian
Their world painted in shadows void of emotions
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else
an...
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else
an...
#collaboration
#dark
#emptiness #hypocrisy
#emptiness #hypocrisy
133 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 00:13am
22nd Feb 2025 00:13am
Dragon Tails
A cold dark winter of baritone winds
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
with no time for lullabies or wings
listening to the dripping icicle's
like dragon tails in the gales
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
with no time for lullabies or wings
listening to the dripping icicle's
like dragon tails in the gales
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 9:15pm
21st Feb 2025 9:15pm
Hubris
The quo of insomnia haunting memories of lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
#dark
#gothic
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