Collaboration Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#collaboration
Renaissance~with the talented HamBone42
saddened sorrow weep for the day you were born
breath of life, full of strife
no more to see heaven smile
the wind doesn’t listen to reason
and melancholy has become your season
but smoke still rises from the chimney
in the great hope be brave
things are shifting
the narrow path is before you
step by step greet tomorrow
bare your breasts to your brazen lover
let him fondle the thighs of your intellect
skim the surface of your pond
I seek solace in the storm
a tempest is brewing
in the...
breath of life, full of strife
no more to see heaven smile
the wind doesn’t listen to reason
and melancholy has become your season
but smoke still rises from the chimney
in the great hope be brave
things are shifting
the narrow path is before you
step by step greet tomorrow
bare your breasts to your brazen lover
let him fondle the thighs of your intellect
skim the surface of your pond
I seek solace in the storm
a tempest is brewing
in the...
#love
#lust
#angels
#magic
#collaboration
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Agreeing Tenses (Collaboration with Wafflenose)
And the afternoon
crept in slowly
like a sleepy rain.
It felt suffocating,
as though tightly knotted ties
would no longer let us breathe.
Oppressive and sultry,
the warm breeze
did nothing to refresh.
The heaviness of
atmosphere and weather
stifled us both.
I needed to escape;
to breathe.
To breathe once more!
I raced to your side.
Flowers adorned your body.
Words hung feverishly around you.
The news arrived in due course;
bullet points and commas
twisting in the air ...
crept in slowly
like a sleepy rain.
It felt suffocating,
as though tightly knotted ties
would no longer let us breathe.
Oppressive and sultry,
the warm breeze
did nothing to refresh.
The heaviness of
atmosphere and weather
stifled us both.
I needed to escape;
to breathe.
To breathe once more!
I raced to your side.
Flowers adorned your body.
Words hung feverishly around you.
The news arrived in due course;
bullet points and commas
twisting in the air ...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#collaboration
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Agreeing tenses
And the afternoon
crept in slowly
like a sleepy rain.
It felt suffocating,
as though tightly knotted ties
would no longer let us breathe.
Oppressive and sultry,
the warm breeze
did nothing to refresh.
The heaviness of
atmosphere and weather
stifled us both.
I needed to escape;
to breathe.
To breathe once more!
I raced to your side.
Flowers adorned your body.
Words hung feverishly around you.
The news arrived in due course;
bullet points and commas ...
crept in slowly
like a sleepy rain.
It felt suffocating,
as though tightly knotted ties
would no longer let us breathe.
Oppressive and sultry,
the warm breeze
did nothing to refresh.
The heaviness of
atmosphere and weather
stifled us both.
I needed to escape;
to breathe.
To breathe once more!
I raced to your side.
Flowers adorned your body.
Words hung feverishly around you.
The news arrived in due course;
bullet points and commas ...
#beauty
#death
#mystery
#LifeAsAWriter
#collaboration
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6 Comments
incite~with the talented HamBone42
madness spoke in a malicious way
altering my perceptions of world as it appears
pulling my veil from my eyes forcing me to view what was
but I could not look, I turn from the darkness
and swear curses under my breath
because pride’s black wings and ashen pinions
have wiped away a death that’s brilliant white
my visions of you visited moons today
and I have ridden the dark rays of your sight
it would do no good to the damn the dark
so, I seek shelter deep within
the evil would get my patented best character
I would show no...
altering my perceptions of world as it appears
pulling my veil from my eyes forcing me to view what was
but I could not look, I turn from the darkness
and swear curses under my breath
because pride’s black wings and ashen pinions
have wiped away a death that’s brilliant white
my visions of you visited moons today
and I have ridden the dark rays of your sight
it would do no good to the damn the dark
so, I seek shelter deep within
the evil would get my patented best character
I would show no...
#dark
#collaboration
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6 Comments
trickle~with the inspirational Hambone42
sapphire midnight with crimson lips
looks dangerous to touch
but you think you must
swollen need calls to you
trickle runny like liquid honey
and plainly driving you insane, my taste
on the airs catch my scent
you think god damn I need it
mouth open and eager, hot like a fever,
sweet nectar on your lips
desirous a lesson from your Sadist's whip
tension is high yet still you deny,
causing me such sweet pain
bristling with intention and no need
to mention, your aiming for my hips ...
looks dangerous to touch
but you think you must
swollen need calls to you
trickle runny like liquid honey
and plainly driving you insane, my taste
on the airs catch my scent
you think god damn I need it
mouth open and eager, hot like a fever,
sweet nectar on your lips
desirous a lesson from your Sadist's whip
tension is high yet still you deny,
causing me such sweet pain
bristling with intention and no need
to mention, your aiming for my hips ...
#lust
#dark
#sex #collaboration
#sex #collaboration
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naked amoeba~with Adagio
I come from hell
a naked Amoeba
to enter a cell called flesh
it is my tomb with some growing room
through the eyes of my muse
and the laudanum fumes
pale as pewter eyes
of dark's covenant
the veil is rent I see her true
my tendrils corrupt the heathen woman
who is rightly adorned with vanity
with a wondrous breath of death, I yearn
turning the screw entombed
exhaling a scent of eternal
on the epiphany grail
sickened grief beyond belief
uttering what have I...
a naked Amoeba
to enter a cell called flesh
it is my tomb with some growing room
through the eyes of my muse
and the laudanum fumes
pale as pewter eyes
of dark's covenant
the veil is rent I see her true
my tendrils corrupt the heathen woman
who is rightly adorned with vanity
with a wondrous breath of death, I yearn
turning the screw entombed
exhaling a scent of eternal
on the epiphany grail
sickened grief beyond belief
uttering what have I...
#dark
#collaboration
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The depravity in which I pray~with the beautiful KristinaX
They call him the God of pain
And I bow before him...
Today the bed is covered in blood.
After all, I like to play with fate.
in the depths of my depravity
I sink into the greed of my need
desirous a taste of what is to come
inside hell's domain I will reign
but first will come delirious pain
designed to decorate with cruelty
my docile image is but a façade
insolent liar with sharpened blade
it's all torn, slice by slice
a scarred terrain tells the story
this blessing and curse is my image
...
And I bow before him...
Today the bed is covered in blood.
After all, I like to play with fate.
in the depths of my depravity
I sink into the greed of my need
desirous a taste of what is to come
inside hell's domain I will reign
but first will come delirious pain
designed to decorate with cruelty
my docile image is but a façade
insolent liar with sharpened blade
it's all torn, slice by slice
a scarred terrain tells the story
this blessing and curse is my image
...
#lust
#dark
#BDSM #collaboration
#BDSM #collaboration
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succulent desire~with the talented HamBone42
sincerity desires your attention
for it speaks to me in riddles
rising in you and pulling on your soul
come and sing to me in your rhyme
you stretch and yawn metaphors
as words fall from wetted lips
they are tedious expressions
made poetic through my fingertips
tilt the word and breathe life into it
bring me back from the brink
seduce the page when you feel affectionate
I’ll dip my quill into your waiting ink
connecting to the soul of others you'll feel it
when the poetry enters deep inside
down in your nether region ...
for it speaks to me in riddles
rising in you and pulling on your soul
come and sing to me in your rhyme
you stretch and yawn metaphors
as words fall from wetted lips
they are tedious expressions
made poetic through my fingertips
tilt the word and breathe life into it
bring me back from the brink
seduce the page when you feel affectionate
I’ll dip my quill into your waiting ink
connecting to the soul of others you'll feel it
when the poetry enters deep inside
down in your nether region ...
#lust
#collaboration
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Still (Collaboration with Wafflenose)
What are you waiting for
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I leave.
In...
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I leave.
In...
#sadness
#rejection
#PowerOfWords
#art
#collaboration
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Still (Collaboration with PAR)
What are you waiting for
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I...
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I...
#relationships
#night
#sadness
#rejection
#collaboration
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6 Comments
sinister vision~with the talented Sinisterspital
in the dawning dread be careful what you wish for
the dark is listening intently
searching for a way into you cerebellum
winged night portals guard
covets of shells forecasting resolve
frequenting alluring conjurings of
occultists below gothic cathedrals
no dormancy bestowed in the oracle
of your deprecation, lights no home
she a queen sarcophilus raptures
wombs of subtleties indifference
recidivist festivities are such drunken
feasts, sacrificing holy hearts to bleed
tribunals evoke pendulums one envisions ...
the dark is listening intently
searching for a way into you cerebellum
winged night portals guard
covets of shells forecasting resolve
frequenting alluring conjurings of
occultists below gothic cathedrals
no dormancy bestowed in the oracle
of your deprecation, lights no home
she a queen sarcophilus raptures
wombs of subtleties indifference
recidivist festivities are such drunken
feasts, sacrificing holy hearts to bleed
tribunals evoke pendulums one envisions ...
#dark
#gothic
#collaboration
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Effects (Collaboration with Wafflenose)
The reverberation
of his words
hung in the air,
resonating
within her soul
from afar.
Snippets of phrases
echoed in
the caves of their ears;
a train coming out
of a golden seashell;
screech and whistle
pulsating in its wake.
Half-formed phrases
vibrated into song
which, beating,
grew so strong.
In a harmony glow
so far from home
as a red drop
in the neverending snow,
they listened.
of his words
hung in the air,
resonating
within her soul
from afar.
Snippets of phrases
echoed in
the caves of their ears;
a train coming out
of a golden seashell;
screech and whistle
pulsating in its wake.
Half-formed phrases
vibrated into song
which, beating,
grew so strong.
In a harmony glow
so far from home
as a red drop
in the neverending snow,
they listened.
#kindness
#friendship
#PowerOfWords
#art
#collaboration
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DU Poetry : Collaboration Seeking Honest Critique Poems