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.
Twilight's Capitulation
In the silence of a minute
of a twilight's capitulation
alone in the crypt
the body of a cello
a Diva without a soul
as if a cauldron seeking
tempting the flesh
touched by the staccato
of nocturnes with echoes
suffering loneliness
of a twilight's capitulation
alone in the crypt
the body of a cello
a Diva without a soul
as if a cauldron seeking
tempting the flesh
touched by the staccato
of nocturnes with echoes
suffering loneliness
#dark
#sensual
139 reads
2 Comments
Dark Dissertation
A flower that blooms in the night,
into the silence, with a stillness.
Clinging to me, dark dissertation
in a dream lingering in the twilight.
Like a butterfly in translation,
feeling its kiss, whispering.
Upon my flesh, awakening
nocturnal breath, stirring.
A flower that blooms in the night
into the silence, with a stillness.
Clinging to me, dark dissertation
in a dream lingering in the twilight.
Like a butterfly in translation,
feeling its kiss, whispering.
Upon my flesh, awakening
nocturnal breath, stirring.
A flower that blooms in the night
#love
#nature
123 reads
4 Comments
Twilight's Annihilation
Monsters I have created under my bed
of twilight's annihilation to be fed
meat-based ground bait called chum
of dark's pickle herring marinated in rum
for me and my boogie banded gadroon
wafting dead's perfumery bloom
of twilight's annihilation to be fed
of twilight's annihilation to be fed
meat-based ground bait called chum
of dark's pickle herring marinated in rum
for me and my boogie banded gadroon
wafting dead's perfumery bloom
of twilight's annihilation to be fed
#dark
130 reads
2 Comments
My Mind's Cabaret - with Deliabear
Listening to the heart-gripping haunt
as melancholy saunters through my lonely mind.
Distant echoes linger of what we think we know.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Feel the paranoid pulse of the inner pendulum.
Allegories of my withering soul.
Perplex my nightmares with a story not yet told.
From the deep well of my quill
A nameless pain aches on.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Listening to the howling Puma stalks my dreams.
Plunging me into a deeper twilight of...
as melancholy saunters through my lonely mind.
Distant echoes linger of what we think we know.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Feel the paranoid pulse of the inner pendulum.
Allegories of my withering soul.
Perplex my nightmares with a story not yet told.
From the deep well of my quill
A nameless pain aches on.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Listening to the howling Puma stalks my dreams.
Plunging me into a deeper twilight of...
#dark
#spiritual
#collaboration
175 reads
12 Comments
Buttonholes Of Nature
In honeycombs of domes
reaching for nature's embrace,
of daydreams leaning on the sun.
Nurtured by the buttonholes
of bouquets soothe seasons,
forever the rainbow runs.
Over utopian streams
and covered bridges,
in tranquil fantasia.
Living the Life of Bees,
as if in Heaven.
reaching for nature's embrace,
of daydreams leaning on the sun.
Nurtured by the buttonholes
of bouquets soothe seasons,
forever the rainbow runs.
Over utopian streams
and covered bridges,
in tranquil fantasia.
Living the Life of Bees,
as if in Heaven.
#inspirational
#nature
#philosophical
140 reads
4 Comments
Spun From God's Weave - with Deliabear
Touch me in the twilight,
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be,
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumns long sleeve sweater
Falling, cascading are the leaves,
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be,
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumns long sleeve sweater
Falling, cascading are the leaves,
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
#inspirational
#philosophical
109 reads
8 Comments
Dark's Scenarios
Sensual nylons in the twilight
and curvature of your back
enticing the plums of your lips
and dark's scenarios
exploring the shadows
of lust's catharsis
feeling the burn of Jose Cuervo
on a sunset fornication
a sentiment in stilettos,
of Gucci
and curvature of your back
enticing the plums of your lips
and dark's scenarios
exploring the shadows
of lust's catharsis
feeling the burn of Jose Cuervo
on a sunset fornication
a sentiment in stilettos,
of Gucci
#erotic
172 reads
8 Comments
Eddies And Swirling Leaves
In faded twilight with a tallow
stepping stone marshmallows
of eddies and swirling leaves
sweeping memories from eaves
keeping up with the bees
If you could rain me a pillow
and sing me a willow
in a rainbow of meadows
playing honeycomb in trees
of eddies and swirling leaves
stepping stone marshmallows
of eddies and swirling leaves
sweeping memories from eaves
keeping up with the bees
If you could rain me a pillow
and sing me a willow
in a rainbow of meadows
playing honeycomb in trees
of eddies and swirling leaves
#philosophical
109 reads
Sweetly Void Of Sound - with Deliabear
The autumn wind carried a harmony of poetry
to a land beyond the sunset and Daffodils,
playing pick-up sticks as imagination drifts.
Around me eddies of fire-colored leaves swirl,
until they grace the ground, sweetly void of sound.
Rays of sun filter through the woods painting trees
and creating ghost-shaped shadows dancing.
To the enchanting melody, the cello exudes,
on a crystal clear moon sea.
to a land beyond the sunset and Daffodils,
playing pick-up sticks as imagination drifts.
Around me eddies of fire-colored leaves swirl,
until they grace the ground, sweetly void of sound.
Rays of sun filter through the woods painting trees
and creating ghost-shaped shadows dancing.
To the enchanting melody, the cello exudes,
on a crystal clear moon sea.
#nature
#spiritual
#collaboration
110 reads
3 Comments
Sing To Me Softly
Whisper me a seance from antiquity
in the stillness of the falling rain
freeing me a rainbow
sing to me softly of nature's innocence
making sense of the myth
that all is good in The Metamorphosis
where butterflies tame the dark
in the stillness of the falling rain
freeing me a rainbow
sing to me softly of nature's innocence
making sense of the myth
that all is good in The Metamorphosis
where butterflies tame the dark
#philosophical
285 reads
0 Comments
Crepe Bows
The faded twilight of the stillness grows
as the moon cradles the memories
where shadows played in hawthorns
of crepe bows on the wings of doves
silencing the thistle of the piccolos
awakening the Shenandoah Valley
sweeping dusk from the sleeping eyes
as the moon cradles the memories
where shadows played in hawthorns
of crepe bows on the wings of doves
silencing the thistle of the piccolos
awakening the Shenandoah Valley
sweeping dusk from the sleeping eyes
#philosophical
133 reads
0 Comments
Wind Song, Unplugged
Wishful blinking of rivers, flowing in dreams,
of an apprentice learning the magick
and trees that shade the veils of twilight,
serving the greater will of nature's landscape
in improvisation, sowing the dew
Connecting the spiritual world with the living,
traveling in the moonlight on an inspiration
listening to Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue,
in nature's untamed carnal intoxication,
of a rose's chassé
From the fog of infancy to middle age,
watering the bees and dancing with leaves,
discovering the...
of an apprentice learning the magick
and trees that shade the veils of twilight,
serving the greater will of nature's landscape
in improvisation, sowing the dew
Connecting the spiritual world with the living,
traveling in the moonlight on an inspiration
listening to Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue,
in nature's untamed carnal intoxication,
of a rose's chassé
From the fog of infancy to middle age,
watering the bees and dancing with leaves,
discovering the...
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical
105 reads
0 Comments
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