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
21st Feb 2025 3:13pm
21st Feb 2025 3:13pm
Chalk Line
Always consensual blood absorbed by the chalk line
confession of a roach hung by the rosary possessed
by nicotine breaking the hymen of guilty pleasures
unfiltered by a botanist of pale petals absorbed
by the chalk line
confession of a roach hung by the rosary possessed
by nicotine breaking the hymen of guilty pleasures
unfiltered by a botanist of pale petals absorbed
by the chalk line
#dark
#erotic
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 1:11pm
21st Feb 2025 1:11pm
Silent Snores
Chasing shadows behind every pot of insomnia
stirring the broth of endless dreams
giving the moon a hernia in my coma
chasing shadows with a spoon
blended with fear and silent symphony
echoing the stillness of silent snores
chasing shadows behind every pot of insomnia
stirring the broth of endless dreams
giving the moon a hernia in my coma
chasing shadows with a spoon
blended with fear and silent symphony
echoing the stillness of silent snores
chasing shadows behind every pot of insomnia
#dark
#dreams
#insomnia
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 7:08pm
20th Feb 2025 7:08pm
Unreachable
I felt the presence of her innuendo
unreachable melody in a space reserved
for dreams and serendipity's butterflies
longing to be a cello beneath my pillow
secrets in strings whispering from a cocoon
...forever, innuendo
unreachable melody in a space reserved
for dreams and serendipity's butterflies
longing to be a cello beneath my pillow
secrets in strings whispering from a cocoon
...forever, innuendo
#dreams
#love
#spiritual
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 9:10pm
19th Feb 2025 9:10pm
Lonesome Notes
Rhapsody blue eyes in shadows of lonesome notes
softly winging in the whispering breeze
Melancholia pulsing life in thoughts like a river
echoing ancestors I have known in dreams
With crow's feet on eyes and gray beard hair
over cataracts in streams and stones
Of ancient flowers, I have known
listening to nature sleeping in silent skies
Softly winging in the whispering breeze
softly winging in the whispering breeze
Melancholia pulsing life in thoughts like a river
echoing ancestors I have known in dreams
With crow's feet on eyes and gray beard hair
over cataracts in streams and stones
Of ancient flowers, I have known
listening to nature sleeping in silent skies
Softly winging in the whispering breeze
#nature
#philosophical
115 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 6:43pm
19th Feb 2025 6:43pm
Before End of Wick
I want a woman I can feel through my senses
and share my philosophy
I want a woman I can smell, taste, and touch
To my fancy and hers to me
I want a woman I can sense and feel in my presence
with no smoke and mirrors
Not to mention to first wash her image in my vision
for whom I can yearn and crave
I want a woman who his diabolical and depraved
and share my philosophy before the end of the wick
becomes the seance
and share my philosophy
I want a woman I can smell, taste, and touch
To my fancy and hers to me
I want a woman I can sense and feel in my presence
with no smoke and mirrors
Not to mention to first wash her image in my vision
for whom I can yearn and crave
I want a woman who his diabolical and depraved
and share my philosophy before the end of the wick
becomes the seance
#erotic
186 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 12:41pm
19th Feb 2025 12:41pm
Sawdust
Sawdust memories embracing the echoes
long to be remembered as the house
that lost its clock since the window
of time grew too large for the spot
with traces of the old eight-cup pot
now sawdust memories
long to be remembered as the house
that lost its clock since the window
of time grew too large for the spot
with traces of the old eight-cup pot
now sawdust memories
#memories
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 11:12pm
18th Feb 2025 11:12pm
Shake 'n Bake
Longing to savor the quiche of your decaying flesh
with sawdust memories running my fingers through
your hair with the fragrance of death's underwear...
Can i taste you there? As sensations lingers from
your mouse hole riding a crooked toad, so I have
been told, savoring the quiche with the Shake 'n Bake
...can I taste you there?
with sawdust memories running my fingers through
your hair with the fragrance of death's underwear...
Can i taste you there? As sensations lingers from
your mouse hole riding a crooked toad, so I have
been told, savoring the quiche with the Shake 'n Bake
...can I taste you there?
#erotic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 2:23pm
18th Feb 2025 2:23pm
Old Sparky
"As I punked a lot of 'tang in Memphis"
with fingers touching your old Mug Shots
blending memories with my whiskey
of your fierce convulsion
when you kissed "Old' Sparky"
"But your big wheel keep on burnin'"
and contours of your flesh dissolved
blending memories with my whiskey
when you kissed "Old' Sparky"
with fingers touching your old Mug Shots
blending memories with my whiskey
of your fierce convulsion
when you kissed "Old' Sparky"
"But your big wheel keep on burnin'"
and contours of your flesh dissolved
blending memories with my whiskey
when you kissed "Old' Sparky"
#dark
#erotic
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 7:37pm
17th Feb 2025 7:37pm
Rum Jars
Desperately contrived from rum jars
my mind's liquidator buttered tongue
of toxic energy freeing my soul
from the dark's Jack-in-the-Box
before the winds spread my seed
in this orchard of stones
shrouded by the coffin's condom
my mind's liquidator buttered tongue
of toxic energy freeing my soul
from the dark's Jack-in-the-Box
before the winds spread my seed
in this orchard of stones
shrouded by the coffin's condom
#dark
#erotic
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 7:09pm
17th Feb 2025 7:09pm
Mendacity
Ecstasy scars at evening tides tattooed on my mind
of tragedy lingering in my blood, poisoning my soul
with no anecdote, just empty pages of echoes and
proverbs once my nightingale now a tragedy without
the key to unlock your ashes as we burn in haunting
screams of mendacity
of tragedy lingering in my blood, poisoning my soul
with no anecdote, just empty pages of echoes and
proverbs once my nightingale now a tragedy without
the key to unlock your ashes as we burn in haunting
screams of mendacity
#dark
#erotic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Feb 2025 11:34pm
16th Feb 2025 11:34pm
Garnets and Soul
A writhing string of garnets and soul
naked guillotine around your throat
with a red ribbon of blood's gratitude
leaking paradise from the wet stones
of parched fate and debauchery's sin
but leaving the door open
naked guillotine around your throat
with a red ribbon of blood's gratitude
leaking paradise from the wet stones
of parched fate and debauchery's sin
but leaving the door open
#dark
#erotic
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2025 1:32pm
16th Feb 2025 1:32pm
Frayed Dreams
A symphony of dreams bursting cold dark shadows
tethered to the twilight's umbilical of decaying souls
swallowed by the grave's laughter of ashen wood
holding on to the frayed dreams echoing my fate
as fingers grasp my jugular, singing to me a lullaby
of haunted memories dissolving into despair
where once was a symphony...
Now a Sticky Note on the Frigidaire
tethered to the twilight's umbilical of decaying souls
swallowed by the grave's laughter of ashen wood
holding on to the frayed dreams echoing my fate
as fingers grasp my jugular, singing to me a lullaby
of haunted memories dissolving into despair
where once was a symphony...
Now a Sticky Note on the Frigidaire
#dark
#dreams
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