sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
15th Sep 2023 2:19am
15th Sep 2023 2:19am
Light and Longing
Orange light funneling out on the water
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
#sea
#water
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#curse
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Longblackhair6
DMT
DMT
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 9:11am
14th Sep 2023 9:11am
Little White House
Little White House...
Why do you have a red door?
Why do you have black shutters?
And vultures that fly a soar?
Little White House...
Why do I hear screaming at night?
And glasses breaking?
As children are crying in fright.
Little White House...
Why am I the only one not afraid of you?
Even I could be tortured if I enter.
I know you could make me black and blue.
Little White House...
Who do you have hiding inside?
Why won't you let me see?
And have your curtains opened wide?
Little White House...
What is that...
Why do you have a red door?
Why do you have black shutters?
And vultures that fly a soar?
Little White House...
Why do I hear screaming at night?
And glasses breaking?
As children are crying in fright.
Little White House...
Why am I the only one not afraid of you?
Even I could be tortured if I enter.
I know you could make me black and blue.
Little White House...
Who do you have hiding inside?
Why won't you let me see?
And have your curtains opened wide?
Little White House...
What is that...
#dark
#scary
#mystery
#curse
#horror
237 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
tomato video
A vegetarian video
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
a boy on shore leave
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
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Maple666
Poem Published
26th Jun 2023 7:41pm
26th Jun 2023 7:41pm
Bowline Knots
She was complex
As though she was
Tied by an imaginary
Twine of string
All knotted ,
And platted tight
From her two inch wedge heels
To her floaty raven hair
She was beguiling
She attracted attention
Where ever she roamed
But she was always so restrained
Almost waiting, nonchalantly
For some catastrophes
You could see a hint of
Pain etched in her
Wide hazel eyes ,
That held her upright
And to uptight
Fastened with invisible
Bowline knots that only
She could see from...
As though she was
Tied by an imaginary
Twine of string
All knotted ,
And platted tight
From her two inch wedge heels
To her floaty raven hair
She was beguiling
She attracted attention
Where ever she roamed
But she was always so restrained
Almost waiting, nonchalantly
For some catastrophes
You could see a hint of
Pain etched in her
Wide hazel eyes ,
That held her upright
And to uptight
Fastened with invisible
Bowline knots that only
She could see from...
#anxiety
#TimeHeals
#PowerOfWords
#curse
#bittersweet
272 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2023 3:13pm
2nd Jun 2023 3:13pm
Half and Half .
It is never ok to hurt another just coz your tired and life’s being unkind . It doesn’t give you permission to spread your vibes on to unsuspecting people who just like you are treading the boards of life coz sometimes they can’t see the stairs either to bring them into the light . They just keep quiet and keep walking and waiting in the dark . Hoping and praying that the sun will break through and they are fine with a few remaining shadows. Life it never promised sunshine without the rain and accepting it’s a half and half chance this happiness lark .
#faith
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck
#curse
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CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
21st May 2023 00:52am
21st May 2023 00:52am
Zee empty heavyweight
Tongue picking, suffocating emptiness,be ready to replace
love with hate.
Better,hate with love and back again.
For a while,mixed.
A conjunction of favourable devilry,
"The Weird Sisters," The Wayward Sisters,"
who leads the lead protagonist,to his untimely death.
A striking resemblances to, "that character,
that no thespian wishes to repeat.".
That greedy ambitious reprobate,ill-equpped
for the otherworldly...
love with hate.
Better,hate with love and back again.
For a while,mixed.
A conjunction of favourable devilry,
"The Weird Sisters," The Wayward Sisters,"
who leads the lead protagonist,to his untimely death.
A striking resemblances to, "that character,
that no thespian wishes to repeat.".
That greedy ambitious reprobate,ill-equpped
for the otherworldly...
#strength
#courage
#dark
#nightmares
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
11th May 2023 8:31am
11th May 2023 8:31am
the ex-president
The ex-president
The uncontrolled self-admiring ex-president Trump
of sexual aggression against a dignified lady who waited
for 27 years to report him
They had tried to get him for rape, and failed, so they
his many political enemies found a middle distance and
he and fined 5 million dollars.
As for the ex-president, I can’t think of anyone I dislike
Then these despicable persons spoke for those
called deplorable; by other politicians who elected him.
Trump hollers about being cheated for his second round
As president, that can...
The uncontrolled self-admiring ex-president Trump
of sexual aggression against a dignified lady who waited
for 27 years to report him
They had tried to get him for rape, and failed, so they
his many political enemies found a middle distance and
he and fined 5 million dollars.
As for the ex-president, I can’t think of anyone I dislike
Then these despicable persons spoke for those
called deplorable; by other politicians who elected him.
Trump hollers about being cheated for his second round
As president, that can...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#scifi
#curse
156 reads
1 Comment
Connotation
Poem Published
8th May 2023 00:51am
8th May 2023 00:51am
Curse of the Water Witch
Pointing down past
The surface,
With which to dig,
The networks,
Flowing underneath
A bed of flowers
And the green fields,
And in the shallow,
She showed a
Vein to strike
In the layers.
Like knowing what
A grave is,
Tapped into the earth,
Calling upon the elemental,
We could quench our thirst, for
Essential life, only if
There were branches to
Cross the fields
Where trees captured the winds to
Call upon osmosis.
...
The surface,
With which to dig,
The networks,
Flowing underneath
A bed of flowers
And the green fields,
And in the shallow,
She showed a
Vein to strike
In the layers.
Like knowing what
A grave is,
Tapped into the earth,
Calling upon the elemental,
We could quench our thirst, for
Essential life, only if
There were branches to
Cross the fields
Where trees captured the winds to
Call upon osmosis.
...
#dark
#gothic
#death
#witches
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 7:01pm
2nd May 2023 7:01pm
fidelity
fidelity
The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow
that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and
to make happiness.
To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think
they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend
to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness
There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see.
A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are
today, we are...
The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow
that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and
to make happiness.
To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think
they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend
to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness
There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see.
A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are
today, we are...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
173 reads
1 Comment
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
29th Apr 2023 2:39am
29th Apr 2023 2:39am
haunted touch
Do you think about your hands on me?
Does the memory of my skin ever get stuck in your mind
That sweet softness and supple give to my body
The scars you would trace ever so gently
Studying with your fingers as if they were braille
You'd follow the shape of my lips with your thumb
As you looked at me in a way no one else ever has
You used to have all the excuses and reason to touch me
Does it haunt you that you will never touch me again?
Does the memory of my skin ever get stuck in your mind
That sweet softness and supple give to my body
The scars you would trace ever so gently
Studying with your fingers as if they were braille
You'd follow the shape of my lips with your thumb
As you looked at me in a way no one else ever has
You used to have all the excuses and reason to touch me
Does it haunt you that you will never touch me again?
#ghosts
#sensual
#curse
#karma
#seductive
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