Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
marriages...of bramble, beetle eggs and tortoise shells
pour clary
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
#LifeStruggles
#countryside
#illness
587 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
onto preying verges in the wings ii
being
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
#heartbroken
#death
#birds #support
#birds #support
546 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2021 10:46pm
26th Feb 2021 10:46pm
from a tin can
from a tin-can
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
#anxiety
#alcohol
#MentalHealth #escape
#MentalHealth #escape
589 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2021 9:17pm
21st Feb 2021 9:17pm
in post
viz for #romantic
#relationships
#romantic
670 reads
15 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Feb 2021 9:16pm
19th Feb 2021 9:16pm
a thousand years between motels
there is moss on the bathroom tile,
unknown fox-red drops
licking the basin's lip...burning,
dripping
the soap in my eyes
I dropped
acid rain
it stung, birthed
baby sacred leaches in cavities
of my ciliary body
and they slip poorly-
poorly on the ceramic/
if i had mouth eyes
I would have
asked her for the towel...
but she has pale membranes
under her lids... ...
unknown fox-red drops
licking the basin's lip...burning,
dripping
the soap in my eyes
I dropped
acid rain
it stung, birthed
baby sacred leaches in cavities
of my ciliary body
and they slip poorly-
poorly on the ceramic/
if i had mouth eyes
I would have
asked her for the towel...
but she has pale membranes
under her lids... ...
#travel
478 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2021 9:08pm
10th Feb 2021 9:08pm
breathstr o k e
how he rucks from her bedsheets
the patterns to the corners
the almond morning diorama
in witch, lime
and hazel stitching,
from cortina between the lashes
to paper in each insole,
as she parades her pinafore.
she is quarter notes
as her feet lands.
it was not
what I knew
that got me through
it was what
I was unwilling
to forget.
the patterns to the corners
the almond morning diorama
in witch, lime
and hazel stitching,
from cortina between the lashes
to paper in each insole,
as she parades her pinafore.
she is quarter notes
as her feet lands.
it was not
what I knew
that got me through
it was what
I was unwilling
to forget.
#regret
#lover
#admiration
617 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2021 9:35pm
4th Feb 2021 9:35pm
dark room
applause the pale
ache of the moon landing
on lakes of iced milk flesh.
the sophomoric skin
of hillsides in the vales,
where fields of snow-hoofed doe
bury their gelt, their
blossom in long, long, longing.
our failed and leaked
films were over-exposed
and uncapped too early.
unfixed, sundered
to so much light,
until all we saw were
accidents and shadows.
ache of the moon landing
on lakes of iced milk flesh.
the sophomoric skin
of hillsides in the vales,
where fields of snow-hoofed doe
bury their gelt, their
blossom in long, long, longing.
our failed and leaked
films were over-exposed
and uncapped too early.
unfixed, sundered
to so much light,
until all we saw were
accidents and shadows.
#dark
#heaven
592 reads
21 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2021 10:59pm
2nd Feb 2021 10:59pm
the sunday on your lawn
visualcarwash
#birth
#identity
#rebellion
528 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2021 11:10pm
23rd Jan 2021 11:10pm
soma hums
vizsomahums
#BDSM
#sensual
1054 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2021 9:22pm
13th Jan 2021 9:22pm
The plum pit in decantered wine
The soot on the mantle,
all along your heavy gothic lies,
you mixed thick and decantered, in
glass of Maias' lovely black eyes.
We made the arrangements,
and set them brotherly between the King
and a spaniel's smile. under curtain lace
and the last of Victoria's light she brings.
They paid the mill-wright lawfully, careful
to lay black feather of pig iron and lead.
A sunken blackbird, dead in cursing, wrought
and melting ore,
where flees the black angel from...
all along your heavy gothic lies,
you mixed thick and decantered, in
glass of Maias' lovely black eyes.
We made the arrangements,
and set them brotherly between the King
and a spaniel's smile. under curtain lace
and the last of Victoria's light she brings.
They paid the mill-wright lawfully, careful
to lay black feather of pig iron and lead.
A sunken blackbird, dead in cursing, wrought
and melting ore,
where flees the black angel from...
#family
#death
#memories #EdnaStVincentMillay
#memories #EdnaStVincentMillay
659 reads
6 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Dec 2020 7:40pm
30th Dec 2020 7:40pm
...but this is more
Entry for Poem —> Song competition
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories. ...
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories. ...
#love
#nature
#music #lyrics
#music #lyrics
487 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2020 00:18am
28th Dec 2020 00:18am
blood bank
boxes
#peace
#scifi
#fear
457 reads
4 Comments
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