Halloween Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#Halloween
Luna Orionid
Across the zenith she progressed
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
#moon
#fall
#night #Halloween
#night #Halloween
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6 Comments
Latino.
Submissive
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#MothersDay
#NewYear
49 reads
0 Comments
Latino.
Submissive
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#MothersDay
#NewYear
49 reads
0 Comments
Latino.
Submissive
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#MothersDay
#NewYear
49 reads
0 Comments
Latino.
Submissive
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#MothersDay
#NewYear
49 reads
0 Comments
Latino.
Submissive
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#MothersDay
#NewYear
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0 Comments
Bones
The 1901 skeleton comes out this time of year.
Won in a card game by my great-grandfather.
Each bone sparks a memory, a feeling, or touch.
I hold the beached bones that carry so much.
They once took a turn on a stage and danced
In New Orleans for sailors I was told.
Holding them now I can see her sweet smile.
I imagined her voice singing as her body beguiled.
“For this one sweet night, you be my sailor in port.”
She whispered, “Please hold me just one night more.”
Then flesh reappeared over bones and she smiled,
“Now...
Won in a card game by my great-grandfather.
Each bone sparks a memory, a feeling, or touch.
I hold the beached bones that carry so much.
They once took a turn on a stage and danced
In New Orleans for sailors I was told.
Holding them now I can see her sweet smile.
I imagined her voice singing as her body beguiled.
“For this one sweet night, you be my sailor in port.”
She whispered, “Please hold me just one night more.”
Then flesh reappeared over bones and she smiled,
“Now...
#sex
#Halloween
#historical
400 reads
3 Comments
Bones
The 1901 skeleton comes out this time of year.
Won in a card game by my great-grandfather.
Each bone sparks a memory, a feeling, or touch.
I hold the beached bones that carry so much.
They once took a turn on a stage and danced
In New Orleans for sailors I was told.
Holding them now I can see her sweet smile.
I imagined her voice singing as her body beguiled.
“For this one sweet night, you be my sailor in port.”
She whispered, “Please hold me just one night more.”
Then flesh reappeared over bones and she smiled,
“Now...
Won in a card game by my great-grandfather.
Each bone sparks a memory, a feeling, or touch.
I hold the beached bones that carry so much.
They once took a turn on a stage and danced
In New Orleans for sailors I was told.
Holding them now I can see her sweet smile.
I imagined her voice singing as her body beguiled.
“For this one sweet night, you be my sailor in port.”
She whispered, “Please hold me just one night more.”
Then flesh reappeared over bones and she smiled,
“Now...
#sex
#Halloween
#historical
400 reads
3 Comments
Bones
The 1901 skeleton comes out this time of year.
Won in a card game by my great-grandfather.
Each bone sparks a memory, a feeling, or touch.
I hold the beached bones that carry so much.
They once took a turn on a stage and danced
In New Orleans for sailors I was told.
Holding them now I can see her sweet smile.
I imagined her voice singing as her body beguiled.
“For this one sweet night, you be my sailor in port.”
She whispered, “Please hold me just one night more.”
Then flesh reappeared over bones and she smiled,
“Now...
Won in a card game by my great-grandfather.
Each bone sparks a memory, a feeling, or touch.
I hold the beached bones that carry so much.
They once took a turn on a stage and danced
In New Orleans for sailors I was told.
Holding them now I can see her sweet smile.
I imagined her voice singing as her body beguiled.
“For this one sweet night, you be my sailor in port.”
She whispered, “Please hold me just one night more.”
Then flesh reappeared over bones and she smiled,
“Now...
#sex
#Halloween
#historical
400 reads
3 Comments
The water across.
She has been barred
By the books of cane
And hunch with a little
In mid day front of srwap
And the oak in my window
Calls for a handful thinner
Than drench of green green.
By the books of cane
And hunch with a little
In mid day front of srwap
And the oak in my window
Calls for a handful thinner
Than drench of green green.
#Halloween
#Christmas
#holiday
#MothersDay
#FathersDay
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0 Comments
The water across.
She has been barred
By the books of cane
And hunch with a little
In mid day front of srwap
And the oak in my window
Calls for a handful thinner
Than drench of green green.
By the books of cane
And hunch with a little
In mid day front of srwap
And the oak in my window
Calls for a handful thinner
Than drench of green green.
#Halloween
#Christmas
#holiday
#MothersDay
#FathersDay
161 reads
0 Comments
The water across.
She has been barred
By the books of cane
And hunch with a little
In mid day front of srwap
And the oak in my window
Calls for a handful thinner
Than drench of green green.
By the books of cane
And hunch with a little
In mid day front of srwap
And the oak in my window
Calls for a handful thinner
Than drench of green green.
#Halloween
#Christmas
#holiday
#MothersDay
#FathersDay
161 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Halloween Published by Members Recently Online Poems