Collaboration Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#collaboration
Death Of A Plum - with Mysteriouslady
Sodom to my quill's Gomorrah your corpse cold
and brittle neath the stone's fiddle in my mind's
perverse inner sanctum of decadent tongue
as you lay ghosting in Peignoir letting me hide
myself in thee lusting for your oyster's chowder
In Twilight's alchemy assuming the flesh is pickled
herring
my quivering and yearning flesh whispering
lusting the decay of your carrion
opening my pale eyes in a perverse lather
as darkness becomes our cognac moon
cradling a dying pulse in my majora
as your phallus...
and brittle neath the stone's fiddle in my mind's
perverse inner sanctum of decadent tongue
as you lay ghosting in Peignoir letting me hide
myself in thee lusting for your oyster's chowder
In Twilight's alchemy assuming the flesh is pickled
herring
my quivering and yearning flesh whispering
lusting the decay of your carrion
opening my pale eyes in a perverse lather
as darkness becomes our cognac moon
cradling a dying pulse in my majora
as your phallus...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
118 reads
Death Of A Plum - with Mysteriouslady
Sodom to my quill's Gomorrah your corpse cold
and brittle neath the stone's fiddle in my mind's
perverse inner sanctum of decadent tongue
as you lay ghosting in Peignoir letting me hide
myself in thee lusting for your oyster's chowder
In Twilight's alchemy assuming the flesh is pickled
herring
my quivering and yearning flesh whispering
lusting the decay of your carrion
opening my pale eyes in a perverse lather
as darkness becomes our cognac moon
cradling a dying pulse in my majora
as your phallus...
and brittle neath the stone's fiddle in my mind's
perverse inner sanctum of decadent tongue
as you lay ghosting in Peignoir letting me hide
myself in thee lusting for your oyster's chowder
In Twilight's alchemy assuming the flesh is pickled
herring
my quivering and yearning flesh whispering
lusting the decay of your carrion
opening my pale eyes in a perverse lather
as darkness becomes our cognac moon
cradling a dying pulse in my majora
as your phallus...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
118 reads
Death Of A Plum - with Mysteriouslady
Sodom to my quill's Gomorrah your corpse cold
and brittle neath the stone's fiddle in my mind's
perverse inner sanctum of decadent tongue
as you lay ghosting in Peignoir letting me hide
myself in thee lusting for your oyster's chowder
In Twilight's alchemy assuming the flesh is pickled
herring
my quivering and yearning flesh whispering
lusting the decay of your carrion
opening my pale eyes in a perverse lather
as darkness becomes our cognac moon
cradling a dying pulse in my majora
as your phallus...
and brittle neath the stone's fiddle in my mind's
perverse inner sanctum of decadent tongue
as you lay ghosting in Peignoir letting me hide
myself in thee lusting for your oyster's chowder
In Twilight's alchemy assuming the flesh is pickled
herring
my quivering and yearning flesh whispering
lusting the decay of your carrion
opening my pale eyes in a perverse lather
as darkness becomes our cognac moon
cradling a dying pulse in my majora
as your phallus...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
118 reads
Thirst
Lusting pastels
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.
Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.
Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.
#collaboration
#passion
#seductive
29 reads
16 Comments
Thirst
Lusting pastels
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.
Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.
Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.
#collaboration
#passion
#seductive
29 reads
16 Comments
Thirst
Lusting pastels
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.
Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.
Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.
#collaboration
#passion
#seductive
29 reads
16 Comments
Outersanity~with the brilliant smackdownraven
the collective eye looks inward
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
#hate
#collaboration
#scifi #aliens
#scifi #aliens
313 reads
3 Comments
Outersanity~with the brilliant smackdownraven
the collective eye looks inward
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
#hate
#collaboration
#scifi #aliens
#scifi #aliens
313 reads
3 Comments
Outersanity~with the brilliant smackdownraven
the collective eye looks inward
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
#hate
#collaboration
#scifi #aliens
#scifi #aliens
313 reads
3 Comments
Outersanity~with the brilliant smackdownraven
the collective eye looks inward
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy
perhaps they are more than sustenance
implanted in humanities conscious...fear
religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering
harvest their pain
human screams are the lullabies
our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe
detects something new on the winds
coded and locked
a dominion we are new to
the collective eye blinks
and as one we shudder ...
#hate
#collaboration
#scifi #aliens
#scifi #aliens
313 reads
3 Comments
Rhythm O (Marina Abramovic)
Rhythm O was a 6 hour work of performance art by Serbian artist Marina Abramovic in Studio Morra, Naples in 1974. The work involved Abramovic standing still while the audience was invited to do whatever they wished, using one of 72 objects she had placed on a table. These items included a rose, feather, perfume, honey, bread, grapes, wine, scissors, a scalpel, nails, a metal bar, and a gun loaded with one bullet.
I was challenged to do a poem about Marina Abramovic. To honor this amazing woman I am going to perform her Rhythm O here on DPU. The rules of this post are listed below,...
I was challenged to do a poem about Marina Abramovic. To honor this amazing woman I am going to perform her Rhythm O here on DPU. The rules of this post are listed below,...
#motivational
#CallToAction
#admiration
#collaboration
#dystopian
472 reads
4 Comments
Rhythm O (Marina Abramovic)
Rhythm O was a 6 hour work of performance art by Serbian artist Marina Abramovic in Studio Morra, Naples in 1974. The work involved Abramovic standing still while the audience was invited to do whatever they wished, using one of 72 objects she had placed on a table. These items included a rose, feather, perfume, honey, bread, grapes, wine, scissors, a scalpel, nails, a metal bar, and a gun loaded with one bullet.
I was challenged to do a poem about Marina Abramovic. To honor this amazing woman I am going to perform her Rhythm O here on DPU. The rules of this post are listed below,...
I was challenged to do a poem about Marina Abramovic. To honor this amazing woman I am going to perform her Rhythm O here on DPU. The rules of this post are listed below,...
#motivational
#CallToAction
#admiration
#collaboration
#dystopian
472 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Collaboration Published by Members Recently Online Poems