Collaborative Poetry
#collaboration
Collective or collaborative poetry, here you'll find prose and poems written by more than one author, in collaboration with one another.
love in G minor~with the beautiful buddhakitty
I ache in G minor, as Melancholy rises inside my soft heart
I slept so long in the eternities without you
perhaps a concerto, to soothe my love?
no, a Grosso?
I sip the wine of our music
playing quiet notes of need deep inside me
and weep bitter tears
a sonata?
I can't bear the solitude of greed
my pneuma carries your name
whittling away at my resolve
to be foolish once again for you
strumming my love strings
a tug, a pull and I fall
the enigma of
passion
in...
I slept so long in the eternities without you
perhaps a concerto, to soothe my love?
no, a Grosso?
I sip the wine of our music
playing quiet notes of need deep inside me
and weep bitter tears
a sonata?
I can't bear the solitude of greed
my pneuma carries your name
whittling away at my resolve
to be foolish once again for you
strumming my love strings
a tug, a pull and I fall
the enigma of
passion
in...
#love
#music
#collaboration
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Angel's Fife - with Ownly_Human
Give to me your dreams of a homily
enlightened me to a lyrical rainbow
as raindrops play the harp
and angel's fife
from your mind's portmanteau
between the shadows and the soul
and the slumber cuffs of twilight
Hear a yearning, splendid thrilling
all my soul within me willing
remembering many revelatory tomorrows
craving the amazing aspiration
of my dreams of a homily
enlightened me to a lyrical rainbow
as raindrops play the harp
and angel's fife
from your mind's portmanteau
between the shadows and the soul
and the slumber cuffs of twilight
Hear a yearning, splendid thrilling
all my soul within me willing
remembering many revelatory tomorrows
craving the amazing aspiration
of my dreams of a homily
#inspirational
#spiritual
#collaboration
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Penpal collaboration part 2
It's early hours in the morning
let's go with the number two
everything else I thought was boring
so I decided to put on a cartoon
I guess Henry's got to be horrid
I have a cup of tea and Terry's chocolate orange
Thinking about our collab I did hold back
but I can easily forget
who's stressing out my stepdad
There's two episodes especially I love
when watching Cabinet of Curiosities
That would be Lot 36 and Graveyard Rats
I just had a feeling that skeleton would have
jolted forward and tried to grab
a hold of its...
let's go with the number two
everything else I thought was boring
so I decided to put on a cartoon
I guess Henry's got to be horrid
I have a cup of tea and Terry's chocolate orange
Thinking about our collab I did hold back
but I can easily forget
who's stressing out my stepdad
There's two episodes especially I love
when watching Cabinet of Curiosities
That would be Lot 36 and Graveyard Rats
I just had a feeling that skeleton would have
jolted forward and tried to grab
a hold of its...
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #collaboration
#WritingPoetry #collaboration
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The Compass Points
Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty barrels in a half-loaded revolver
They dressed you in a hippie shawl
(Jesus fuck) even flowers in your hair,
Turned on, tuned in, dropped out
Into dream of desolate streets Millennium
Whored myself to your eulogy
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
Just wanted to shake you awake and slap you
Sing you the latest Morrissey song
Was the rope your final joke
As you just hated hanging around
Cavernous low
Come speak to me in the...
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty barrels in a half-loaded revolver
They dressed you in a hippie shawl
(Jesus fuck) even flowers in your hair,
Turned on, tuned in, dropped out
Into dream of desolate streets Millennium
Whored myself to your eulogy
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
Just wanted to shake you awake and slap you
Sing you the latest Morrissey song
Was the rope your final joke
As you just hated hanging around
Cavernous low
Come speak to me in the...
#love
#relationships
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#collaboration
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A day in the life - penpal collab
Staring out the window while the traffic passes by.
Never thought from a penpal group I'd find myself an ally.
It's getting dark over here, must be that time of the year
When the cold sets in and mornings it's hard to get into gear
I wake up and quicky press snooze, then my cat starts up and it's my sanity I lose.
Normally uneventful, but this bus trips been so noisy.
We just hit traffic too so I'll miss my next bus which annoys me.
The little boy on board brought a big smile to my face,
He didn't like his Dad today, think his momma takes first place. ...
Never thought from a penpal group I'd find myself an ally.
It's getting dark over here, must be that time of the year
When the cold sets in and mornings it's hard to get into gear
I wake up and quicky press snooze, then my cat starts up and it's my sanity I lose.
Normally uneventful, but this bus trips been so noisy.
We just hit traffic too so I'll miss my next bus which annoys me.
The little boy on board brought a big smile to my face,
He didn't like his Dad today, think his momma takes first place. ...
#ShortStory
#memories
#travel #collaboration
#travel #collaboration
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Rite of the totem collaboration with Strangeways_Rob and Daniel Christensen
Sunlight mottled sheen on a borrowed car,
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into someone else’s ...
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into someone else’s ...
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#collaboration
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Sweet Home, Tarnashun - Ownly_Human

#funny
#collaboration
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Shadows Of Bees - with Ownly_Human
In shadows of the bees
sweet home, Santiago
playing my castanets
as memories seek a place
the bee's songs are heard
on petaled ears
honey braided sunset
catching my heart
staining my flesh
with the scent,
of apple blossom,
sweet home, Santiago
dripping honey backdrops
of magnificent Andes
towers of snowcapped bounties
leading my heart back to
the bee's song
as I sit nestled in
the arms of
sweet home, Santiago
sweet home, Santiago
playing my castanets
as memories seek a place
the bee's songs are heard
on petaled ears
honey braided sunset
catching my heart
staining my flesh
with the scent,
of apple blossom,
sweet home, Santiago
dripping honey backdrops
of magnificent Andes
towers of snowcapped bounties
leading my heart back to
the bee's song
as I sit nestled in
the arms of
sweet home, Santiago
#philosophical
#sensual
#collaboration
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Christmas Memories #1 (Collection of some DU poets & some others)
New York City Christmas
Freezing snow bejewels our hats
from Macys up to Central Park
as horse-drawn carriages delight
and roasting chestnuts scent the night
We’re captives rapt in mystery
ever bound invisibly
‘tis the season of humanity
sugar plums and nutcrackers
dazzle from department stores
we peer into these magic worlds
that mirror true the human heart
which giveth love and knoweth joy
1984, Heart of Palms Motel
She cleans rooms by day,
Telemarkets by night,
Rent leaves little
For the...
Freezing snow bejewels our hats
from Macys up to Central Park
as horse-drawn carriages delight
and roasting chestnuts scent the night
We’re captives rapt in mystery
ever bound invisibly
‘tis the season of humanity
sugar plums and nutcrackers
dazzle from department stores
we peer into these magic worlds
that mirror true the human heart
which giveth love and knoweth joy
1984, Heart of Palms Motel
She cleans rooms by day,
Telemarkets by night,
Rent leaves little
For the...
#memories
#collaboration
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Froth-with Crimsin
In the silence of the smiling froth
with a nicotine fetish
the moon is full like an open jar
riding the centipede
piercing the flesh
spitting out the remains
with beads of blood dripping
on cricket knees
in the silence of the smiling froth
as shadows lurk on a picket fence
with rotting narcissism
a whore is my revelation
planting seed in unconsecrated flesh
I have visions of filth
I break free then succumb
down on my knees I plead with the succubus of desire
"set me free"
with daffodil...
with a nicotine fetish
the moon is full like an open jar
riding the centipede
piercing the flesh
spitting out the remains
with beads of blood dripping
on cricket knees
in the silence of the smiling froth
as shadows lurk on a picket fence
with rotting narcissism
a whore is my revelation
planting seed in unconsecrated flesh
I have visions of filth
I break free then succumb
down on my knees I plead with the succubus of desire
"set me free"
with daffodil...
#dark
#collaboration
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froth~with the talented Buzco
In the silence of the smiling froth
with a nicotine fetish
the moon is full like an open jar
riding the centipede
piercing the flesh
spitting out the remains
with beads of blood dripping
on cricket knees
in the silence of the smiling froth
as shadows lurk on a picket fence
with rotting narcissism
a whore is my revelation
planting seed in unconsecrated flesh
I have visions of filth
I break free then succumb
down on my knees I plead with the succubus of desire
"set me free"
with daffodil...
with a nicotine fetish
the moon is full like an open jar
riding the centipede
piercing the flesh
spitting out the remains
with beads of blood dripping
on cricket knees
in the silence of the smiling froth
as shadows lurk on a picket fence
with rotting narcissism
a whore is my revelation
planting seed in unconsecrated flesh
I have visions of filth
I break free then succumb
down on my knees I plead with the succubus of desire
"set me free"
with daffodil...
#dark
#collaboration
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church~ a collaboration with the talented Naajir

#lust
#collaboration
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DU Poetry : Collaborative Poetry