Bluevelvete
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 00:40am
11th Mar 2023 00:40am
Devastatingly beautiful effects of love's dark endurance...
My answers come in hushed oblivion
tenderness teases away
those small traces of terror
lips part lips
warm bodies press
into permanent evanescence
Admiring such rich landscapes
imprinting these single moments
to cosmic memory
I harvest the meaning of your
unlimited bounty
Fantasty swirls consecrated air
realities explode
into scattered mosaics
broken by spacial distance,
where conceptual time cradles
then seals
everything lovingly reaped
as a forever...
tenderness teases away
those small traces of terror
lips part lips
warm bodies press
into permanent evanescence
Admiring such rich landscapes
imprinting these single moments
to cosmic memory
I harvest the meaning of your
unlimited bounty
Fantasty swirls consecrated air
realities explode
into scattered mosaics
broken by spacial distance,
where conceptual time cradles
then seals
everything lovingly reaped
as a forever...
#love
#dark
#romantic
#death
#bittersweet
241 reads
42 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
The Days of Jenese (a private language)
the difference
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
#grief
#friendship
#death #funny
#death #funny
90 reads
18 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 1:56am
13th Mar 2023 1:56am
Made It To Thursday
No, Elaine.
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
#sadness
#death
#aging
116 reads
21 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 2:31am
9th Mar 2023 2:31am
The First Last Days
Those sad smiles under your eyes are turning purple.
I hit you with so much I guess.
Three days, is it?
The cat came to the bedroom door again, just looked at me
with some pissy face, and walked away.
You're not expended yet. Still trying;
Opening a smile so unlike the fooling eyes.
Your nose is santa red. You were up all night again
delivering me gifts.
Me, the poor child crying over have nots
and losses of what's left.
My tears were leftovers, like a receipt coming late,
from a horrible debt paid with life parts; ...
I hit you with so much I guess.
Three days, is it?
The cat came to the bedroom door again, just looked at me
with some pissy face, and walked away.
You're not expended yet. Still trying;
Opening a smile so unlike the fooling eyes.
Your nose is santa red. You were up all night again
delivering me gifts.
Me, the poor child crying over have nots
and losses of what's left.
My tears were leftovers, like a receipt coming late,
from a horrible debt paid with life parts; ...
#grief
#death
155 reads
19 Comments
Ownly_Human
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 7:53pm
19th Feb 2023 7:53pm
My Dad, Death and Duke
My dad was a good man kept
down by the hand of a cruel woman
In his overalls and old boots
he would go off to work each
morning hours before the sunrise
He carried an old metal lunchbox
with his coffee and sandwiches
My mother made him a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich each day
He knew I loved them, so at
night he would bring his home
and hand it to me
That was the best sandwich ever
I think it was mostly because he
wanted me to have it
His work was hard as he was a construction worker running ...
down by the hand of a cruel woman
In his overalls and old boots
he would go off to work each
morning hours before the sunrise
He carried an old metal lunchbox
with his coffee and sandwiches
My mother made him a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich each day
He knew I loved them, so at
night he would bring his home
and hand it to me
That was the best sandwich ever
I think it was mostly because he
wanted me to have it
His work was hard as he was a construction worker running ...
#father
#death
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
132 reads
15 Comments
Rianne
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 5:11pm
9th Mar 2023 5:11pm
Who will sing me
About time
Across
I should have dressed for winter
but spring asked me to be her sphynx
welcome to my funeral fire
know that I am ashen
sun sinking
wild my hair
shaken from spiral dance
Numian moth
nimbus ripple risen
Can you hear my voice?
quoting quilled
pomegranate seeds
secretly scape
only a
single
prose
tear
can mirror me
no silence
imbues
embalmed mime
tombed
Barn owls flap their wings
thus...
Across
I should have dressed for winter
but spring asked me to be her sphynx
welcome to my funeral fire
know that I am ashen
sun sinking
wild my hair
shaken from spiral dance
Numian moth
nimbus ripple risen
Can you hear my voice?
quoting quilled
pomegranate seeds
secretly scape
only a
single
prose
tear
can mirror me
no silence
imbues
embalmed mime
tombed
Barn owls flap their wings
thus...
#death
#spiritual
#symbolism
57 reads
3 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 8:05pm
1st Mar 2023 8:05pm
Signs Of The Times
Increases in derailments of trains
Several near misses of airplanes
Strangest of times we're living in
Death & destruction at each bend
When will it end or will it ever?
California blizzards tells me never
Deeper and deeper fams fall into debt
As the wealthy perceive 'em as derelicts
From private jets and down their nose
The disrespect heavily flows like snow
As SNAP goes down, struggles will rise
Creating dark clouds instead of clear blue skies
Several near misses of airplanes
Strangest of times we're living in
Death & destruction at each bend
When will it end or will it ever?
California blizzards tells me never
Deeper and deeper fams fall into debt
As the wealthy perceive 'em as derelicts
From private jets and down their nose
The disrespect heavily flows like snow
As SNAP goes down, struggles will rise
Creating dark clouds instead of clear blue skies
#death
#LifeStruggles
#poverty
58 reads
4 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 6:45am
9th Mar 2023 6:45am
be a statue with me
Please, don't go
I don't know what I'd do
If you weren't here
You're sewn to my soul
And it'd tear me apart
If you weren't here with me
My self loathing clouds over
But yet you are still here
That light within cutting through
Is stronger than my hatred
Let us be statues together
Standing beside each other
Until we crumble into obscurity
Please.. don't go...please
I don't know what I'd do
If you weren't here
You're sewn to my soul
And it'd tear me apart
If you weren't here with me
My self loathing clouds over
But yet you are still here
That light within cutting through
Is stronger than my hatred
Let us be statues together
Standing beside each other
Until we crumble into obscurity
Please.. don't go...please
#anxiety
#love
#heartbroken
#death
#escape
107 reads
6 Comments
Her
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 10:35pm
8th Mar 2023 10:35pm
Poisoned Adventure
Poisoned adventure
Began just like any other day
Then the world came full tilt
Could there be any other way
Synapsis of thought
Reminds me that I’m alive
So many misgivings
For the man trapped inside
Wandering with purpose
I’ve turned over every stone
To find the ghost of the woman
That my heart once called home
Blinded by fate
I walk stoically past by
The scene of the accident
With now chronic dry eyes
Carrying the burden
The guilt ravages my brain
To hold her...
Began just like any other day
Then the world came full tilt
Could there be any other way
Synapsis of thought
Reminds me that I’m alive
So many misgivings
For the man trapped inside
Wandering with purpose
I’ve turned over every stone
To find the ghost of the woman
That my heart once called home
Blinded by fate
I walk stoically past by
The scene of the accident
With now chronic dry eyes
Carrying the burden
The guilt ravages my brain
To hold her...
#death
#alcohol
#despair
72 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
20th Feb 2023 9:17pm
20th Feb 2023 9:17pm
I Hope Our Deaths Are As Beautiful
We build our days quickly, loving in frantic
twitches as if life is purchased by the second.
Sex is another item on our to-do list and
we must get to it.
I wish for the life my mother has known.
She held lovers in anticipation, delaying all
that she knew was inevitable. Her whole life leading
toward a last surrendered breath.
At my moment of passing,
will I feel the touch of past lovers?
Will I see my mother’s face?
Will I feel the soft purr of orgasm
carry me into that darkened room?
I hope our...
twitches as if life is purchased by the second.
Sex is another item on our to-do list and
we must get to it.
I wish for the life my mother has known.
She held lovers in anticipation, delaying all
that she knew was inevitable. Her whole life leading
toward a last surrendered breath.
At my moment of passing,
will I feel the touch of past lovers?
Will I see my mother’s face?
Will I feel the soft purr of orgasm
carry me into that darkened room?
I hope our...
#mother
#erotic
#death #orgasm
#death #orgasm
136 reads
3 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 1:21am
4th Mar 2023 1:21am
Hardest Goodbye
Time continues to stands still
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side
When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken
We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here...
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side
When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken
We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here...
#sadness
#death
#IMissYou
108 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 2:30am
18th Mar 2023 2:30am
Before I Take My Leave
Before I take my leave
I believe I owe many of you here a proper farewell
Though is customary to bereave after one’s departure
I conceive that the burden of memory falls on your shoulders
After I take my leave
But before I take my leave
We must all agree we’ve had some great times together
The compositions I conceived on this side of the universe
Surely must’ve achieved a footnote in some of your memories
After I take my leave
Yet before I take my leave
Understand I’m somewhat relieved to know my time is near
I appreciate...
I believe I owe many of you here a proper farewell
Though is customary to bereave after one’s departure
I conceive that the burden of memory falls on your shoulders
After I take my leave
But before I take my leave
We must all agree we’ve had some great times together
The compositions I conceived on this side of the universe
Surely must’ve achieved a footnote in some of your memories
After I take my leave
Yet before I take my leave
Understand I’m somewhat relieved to know my time is near
I appreciate...
#love
#death
#gratitude #respect
#gratitude #respect
66 reads
8 Comments
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