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.
Rising from Water
..a shell of stone the old mill churns
like a ghost rising from the water
echoing the beat of nature's heart
to smooth the corn into flour
until the wheel becomes silent
forgetting how to turn
like a ghost rising from the water
echoing the beat of nature's heart
to smooth the corn into flour
until the wheel becomes silent
forgetting how to turn
#philosophical
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A Tentative Woo
Flinching a tentative woo
of the cream's mascara
brushing your blushing cheeks
and raccoon eyes fading
softening your face with a kiss
of nocturnal dreams
and Angora
of the cream's mascara
brushing your blushing cheeks
and raccoon eyes fading
softening your face with a kiss
of nocturnal dreams
and Angora
#love
#romantic
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Pearl of Adieu
Two flames of the candle
with a scent of the cicada
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
first twigs of the night
burning at both ends
when twigs blow softly
listening to the dew
with it's pearl of adieu
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
with a scent of the cicada
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
first twigs of the night
burning at both ends
when twigs blow softly
listening to the dew
with it's pearl of adieu
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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Doubloons of Golden Flowers
Autumn's snowmen
of dazzling stars
deep souls inhaling paradise
from winds of muted cornets
touching the silken leaves
of the falling hues
with haunting doubloons
of golden flowers
filling the cauldron
of nature's earth
of dazzling stars
deep souls inhaling paradise
from winds of muted cornets
touching the silken leaves
of the falling hues
with haunting doubloons
of golden flowers
filling the cauldron
of nature's earth
#inspirational
#nature
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Forever
In memories, beaucoup. When it was yesterday
Now it's tomorrow, adieu. Dreaming, ensemble,
Closing my eyes as if Heaven is on satin sheets
As I think of nothing but a gypsy in my soul
When I whispered, pour toujours, forever.
Now it's tomorrow, adieu. Dreaming, ensemble,
Closing my eyes as if Heaven is on satin sheets
As I think of nothing but a gypsy in my soul
When I whispered, pour toujours, forever.
#love
#romantic
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Dancing With The Splinters
Deep within the orgasm
O sole mio, my sun
Holding you in my arms
In death's mummification
Twilight lusting macabre
A shadow quarantine
Dancing with the splinters
In the boudoir six steps below
With interred intoxication
Deep within the orgasm
O sole mio, my sun
Holding you in my arms
In death's mummification
Twilight lusting macabre
A shadow quarantine
Dancing with the splinters
In the boudoir six steps below
With interred intoxication
Deep within the orgasm
#dark
#erotic
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Requiem for a Dying Violet
I heard the pin drop and then silence
More doom for a moonless swoon
Listening to the dying Violet
Feeling the joist of my soul cave in
To a splintered fracture tomorrow
Yesterday's tear is now a monsoon
Listening to the dying Violet
More doom for a moonless swoon
Listening to the dying Violet
Feeling the joist of my soul cave in
To a splintered fracture tomorrow
Yesterday's tear is now a monsoon
Listening to the dying Violet
#spiritual
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Despicable Anonymous
The elder, Telugu wore leather
with a scent of seductive sophistication
and a kiss of macabre's ambidextrous
embalming the erotic mind and soul
beneath the bodice unchastened
wherever pheromones gather
within the twilight bedchamber
in flesh tones of timeshares
seething despicable anonymous
in shadows of the Kama Sutra
with a scent of seductive sophistication
with a scent of seductive sophistication
and a kiss of macabre's ambidextrous
embalming the erotic mind and soul
beneath the bodice unchastened
wherever pheromones gather
within the twilight bedchamber
in flesh tones of timeshares
seething despicable anonymous
in shadows of the Kama Sutra
with a scent of seductive sophistication
#erotic
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Lusting Sapiens
A thousand silent nights of the grey-bearded
grandfather trees beneath twilight's beams
afternoons and days in the cornstalks
of winds and rains and the beans
engorged by the orgies of dark's platypus
pulling strings of lusting sapiens
listening to the appliance of shadows and things
a thousand silent nights rushing through the veins
alone in inhabited woods with lecherous old oaks
and satyrs with hairy legs beneath twilight beams
grandfather trees beneath twilight's beams
afternoons and days in the cornstalks
of winds and rains and the beans
engorged by the orgies of dark's platypus
pulling strings of lusting sapiens
listening to the appliance of shadows and things
a thousand silent nights rushing through the veins
alone in inhabited woods with lecherous old oaks
and satyrs with hairy legs beneath twilight beams
#dark
#erotic
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Dancing With Worms
It's the season, falling from the tree
a broken twig of cold moon's bone
with the stillborn of an acorn
playing footsie to a wayfaring cricket
with a twilight karaoke bowing queue
blowing the cap off the acorn
waiting to blend in with the mulch
filling in the girth of a fat old beast
dancing with the worms of mendacity
a broken twig of cold moon's bone
with the stillborn of an acorn
playing footsie to a wayfaring cricket
with a twilight karaoke bowing queue
blowing the cap off the acorn
waiting to blend in with the mulch
filling in the girth of a fat old beast
dancing with the worms of mendacity
#dark
#lies
#deception
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Heat of Passion's Flame
When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardor's cloth.
Scratching the throat to scan the fate
Bending to the blade of the twilight's mane
Dripping ashes of a metaphor's orgy
Blending in with the patchwork's game.
In Twilight's sadistic menagerie
When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardor's cloth.
Scratching the throat to scan the fate
Bending to the blade of the twilight's mane
Dripping ashes of a metaphor's orgy
Blending in with the patchwork's game.
In Twilight's sadistic menagerie
When love becomes a masochistic moth
#dark
#erotic
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Touched by the Hand
As a child with a vivid imagination. Once upon a
night with whispers of felicity and candlelight.
Touched by the hand, feeling the winds about my
shadow. Listening to the silence at my window
of a cricket, playing peek-a-boo. And now, as I have
grown older, hopefully, a little wiser. The candle
grows shorter, and my pocket full of posies has
faded into midnight dreams of felicity.
night with whispers of felicity and candlelight.
Touched by the hand, feeling the winds about my
shadow. Listening to the silence at my window
of a cricket, playing peek-a-boo. And now, as I have
grown older, hopefully, a little wiser. The candle
grows shorter, and my pocket full of posies has
faded into midnight dreams of felicity.
#inspirational
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