Submissions by blue_angel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry puts the twist in my long medieval locks. - blue angel (Poetess inking her madness)
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 9:39pm
10th Aug 2015 9:39pm
Slipknot Kisses
I found myself on the dark side
of the Moon tonight,
hummin’ crib death lullabys – and thinking of you
I needed something cold
to wrap my mind around,
and something special to put this moon dust in
So I plucked that ol bottle from the Moon’s eye,
unclenched my fist and let it all fall in
(just a little token, for you, from me)
If you hold it up to the starlight
you can see a glimmer of dreams inside
and a few love songs beatin’ their wings against the rim
I sealed it just the way you...
of the Moon tonight,
hummin’ crib death lullabys – and thinking of you
I needed something cold
to wrap my mind around,
and something special to put this moon dust in
So I plucked that ol bottle from the Moon’s eye,
unclenched my fist and let it all fall in
(just a little token, for you, from me)
If you hold it up to the starlight
you can see a glimmer of dreams inside
and a few love songs beatin’ their wings against the rim
I sealed it just the way you...
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19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2015 11:16pm
15th May 2015 11:16pm
The Turn
I wish to sink my toes
in the turn, and folds of soil
unknown.
Perhaps, where gravity yields
hinging stones,
and roots are left exposed.
Where memory hasn't
a glimpse,
to lean against, nor hold.
Distant, and adrift
as the quiet hush of dawn.
Will it be a soft, muddied marsh,
heady and thick,
or in a grey October mist?...
in the turn, and folds of soil
unknown.
Perhaps, where gravity yields
hinging stones,
and roots are left exposed.
Where memory hasn't
a glimpse,
to lean against, nor hold.
Distant, and adrift
as the quiet hush of dawn.
Will it be a soft, muddied marsh,
heady and thick,
or in a grey October mist?...
1180 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2015 6:54pm
16th Apr 2015 6:54pm
Touched by the Moon
I read until the words levitated above the page. I pondered their power. The power to unhinge from their oceanic rage. It was true, they were indeed mightier than a sharpen blade, and swifter than the call of the grave. Their fluidity sustained me, immersing my senses deeper. Now, they were above, and I was below. - Ultimately transforming my world.
~ and so I continued to read...
My love, the moon silently crept in your window the night you were born, and placed her pale upon your skin, turning your azure eyes emerald.
She gazed fully upon you, consuming your...
~ and so I continued to read...
My love, the moon silently crept in your window the night you were born, and placed her pale upon your skin, turning your azure eyes emerald.
She gazed fully upon you, consuming your...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 6:25pm
30th Mar 2015 6:25pm
To The Shadow Beast
A shadow of derision swept across her unapologetic mask,
as she continued preening the dream-dust from her fledgling.
Dominance being undisturbed by the fidgeting,
submerges his beak once more into the swirling mead.
'Neath the crust of wounds,
a familiar voice spills through,
shaking frantically against a surge of shadows,
she steps forth, commanding this wretched shriek to kneel.
There are no others within this wilderness,
which rule over the needling weave, that I conceal.
The Moon does not shy behind clouds ...
as she continued preening the dream-dust from her fledgling.
Dominance being undisturbed by the fidgeting,
submerges his beak once more into the swirling mead.
'Neath the crust of wounds,
a familiar voice spills through,
shaking frantically against a surge of shadows,
she steps forth, commanding this wretched shriek to kneel.
There are no others within this wilderness,
which rule over the needling weave, that I conceal.
The Moon does not shy behind clouds ...
992 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 6:11pm
20th Mar 2015 6:11pm
do a line [along my spine]
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My greed is slightly disturbing -
I can't hide it 'neath azure anthems,
or below the moon's quiet arousal.
Drink my poetic mead, his tenor voice concedes.
Bleed from the arch of your mind to see.
Currents of weakness tease the night,
reaping in waves on pain's delight.
I recede to his trailing tongue as it burns
along the crease of my affixed sensations.
© 2015 blue angel
My greed is slightly disturbing -
I can't hide it 'neath azure anthems,
or below the moon's quiet arousal.
Drink my poetic mead, his tenor voice concedes.
Bleed from the arch of your mind to see.
Currents of weakness tease the night,
reaping in waves on pain's delight.
I recede to his trailing tongue as it burns
along the crease of my affixed sensations.
© 2015 blue angel
1202 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2015 5:49pm
5th Feb 2015 5:49pm
Come, Dear One
The silence that blanketed the stars, spoke in a soft tug, "Come, Dear One. Tarry not, for ripened words forged in wild honey, lie content for thy savoring. Come, receive and be filled! For this gift is more precious than fire when all the world is devoid." - © 2015 blue angel
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