Submissions by cygnusadrift
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I simply write what i feel at the time,but live in more of the estoric and humanity topics than anywhere else. I do not believe in form of meter. The more you try to regulate writing the less you get across. That is only my opinion though.
the wind
You own the wind
Traversing along ,eyes dusty from the weight of responsbilities
Borrowing the sorrowed oaks will to bend
Pushing against the creaking bridges
Seeing in between the shadows and the crickets
Night illuminates the glimmer in your smile
Painting the stars with a vison of amber disaray
The fog dances you in becoming the softness
For your Soul to swim
Touching
Retreating
Spongy moss pads your feet
Going to apparition
You roam...
Traversing along ,eyes dusty from the weight of responsbilities
Borrowing the sorrowed oaks will to bend
Pushing against the creaking bridges
Seeing in between the shadows and the crickets
Night illuminates the glimmer in your smile
Painting the stars with a vison of amber disaray
The fog dances you in becoming the softness
For your Soul to swim
Touching
Retreating
Spongy moss pads your feet
Going to apparition
You roam...
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Right there
Heavy baby, so full of clouds it is swirling
Constellations and sun catching
Soul shine right on top of you
Not familiar with that genre of music,the notes you moan
Oh yes
Sing
How they turn me to a silent inhabitant of your space
Lights dimmed and
I'm reeling
At a lose with those eyelashes
Covering me,wish it could be denied
I dig the way your hair falls down in to love
So all over the place it makes
It makes me breath needles
Pins to my olfactory,pulling
...
Constellations and sun catching
Soul shine right on top of you
Not familiar with that genre of music,the notes you moan
Oh yes
Sing
How they turn me to a silent inhabitant of your space
Lights dimmed and
I'm reeling
At a lose with those eyelashes
Covering me,wish it could be denied
I dig the way your hair falls down in to love
So all over the place it makes
It makes me breath needles
Pins to my olfactory,pulling
...
515 reads
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passion of misunderstanding
Forgive me
I think my feet might be tired, I have cruised this planet in half circles , staggering
This thing of a poem might be fragile,wanting
What comes after a few random day trips ? Thirst... sunrises...hunger questions???
I am alive
A mountain
You made it to the top
We barely remember
Falling
The pinnacle
Conquest
Release?
Or humility
I scream at the madness,standing
Close to kneeling ...
I think my feet might be tired, I have cruised this planet in half circles , staggering
This thing of a poem might be fragile,wanting
What comes after a few random day trips ? Thirst... sunrises...hunger questions???
I am alive
A mountain
You made it to the top
We barely remember
Falling
The pinnacle
Conquest
Release?
Or humility
I scream at the madness,standing
Close to kneeling ...
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