summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
~of this elongating ever life… dotted in differential deltaic deaths
this young midnight’s chilling air
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
#death
#love
#night #sensual
#night #sensual
144 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
~of this elongating ever life… dotted in differential deltaic deaths
this young midnight’s chilling air
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
#death
#love
#night #sensual
#night #sensual
144 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
~of this elongating ever life… dotted in differential deltaic deaths
this young midnight’s chilling air
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
#death
#love
#night #sensual
#night #sensual
144 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
31st Jan 2025 6:25pm
~of this elongating ever life… dotted in differential deltaic deaths
this young midnight’s chilling air
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
in a weirdly turning on groovy beat
mixing in your smoking touchy heat
-tastes a warm spice of musky mace
I crave for
a metallic blood flower rapturous
I bleed and bloom in a pleasantly~
pungent addictive blossom.. that
even this waiting nocturne animal
in your plunging deep purplish trysts..
pierces sharp unto this seductive
self digging hell in an unreturning
pathway spiral..
hitting red & black as sky~ high
cranial kicks..
this unbearably...
#death
#love
#night #sensual
#night #sensual
144 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 2:12pm
4th Apr 2025 2:12pm
ode to mother
oh glorious matriarch
bearer of life
your legacy blooms like spring flowers
your nurturin hands
your sacrificial heart
how heaven’s eyes must roll
at your divine example
your generosity knew no bounds
so generous that you gave away your children
wrappin us tenderly in indifference
abandoned me to my father’s rage
then gifted my brother to me
creatin a family tradition
of handin over the unwanted
oh vessel of wisdom
overflowin fountain of care
your voice echoed when money was needed
your love a...
bearer of life
your legacy blooms like spring flowers
your nurturin hands
your sacrificial heart
how heaven’s eyes must roll
at your divine example
your generosity knew no bounds
so generous that you gave away your children
wrappin us tenderly in indifference
abandoned me to my father’s rage
then gifted my brother to me
creatin a family tradition
of handin over the unwanted
oh vessel of wisdom
overflowin fountain of care
your voice echoed when money was needed
your love a...
#death
#mother
49 reads
3 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 2:12pm
4th Apr 2025 2:12pm
ode to mother
oh glorious matriarch
bearer of life
your legacy blooms like spring flowers
your nurturin hands
your sacrificial heart
how heaven’s eyes must roll
at your divine example
your generosity knew no bounds
so generous that you gave away your children
wrappin us tenderly in indifference
abandoned me to my father’s rage
then gifted my brother to me
creatin a family tradition
of handin over the unwanted
oh vessel of wisdom
overflowin fountain of care
your voice echoed when money was needed
your love a...
bearer of life
your legacy blooms like spring flowers
your nurturin hands
your sacrificial heart
how heaven’s eyes must roll
at your divine example
your generosity knew no bounds
so generous that you gave away your children
wrappin us tenderly in indifference
abandoned me to my father’s rage
then gifted my brother to me
creatin a family tradition
of handin over the unwanted
oh vessel of wisdom
overflowin fountain of care
your voice echoed when money was needed
your love a...
#death
#mother
49 reads
3 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
John Prine
The King of the lyricists was laid low by a crown
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
#kindness
#death
#inspirational #wisdom
#inspirational #wisdom
594 reads
9 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
John Prine
The King of the lyricists was laid low by a crown
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
#kindness
#death
#inspirational #wisdom
#inspirational #wisdom
594 reads
9 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
John Prine
The King of the lyricists was laid low by a crown
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
#kindness
#death
#inspirational #wisdom
#inspirational #wisdom
594 reads
9 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
8th Apr 2020 2:15pm
John Prine
The King of the lyricists was laid low by a crown
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
He helped me forget when I was feeling down
His warm voice echoes from behind a cold door
Blessed be his memory and what he stood for
#kindness
#death
#inspirational #wisdom
#inspirational #wisdom
594 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
Presumed hunger
Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
#corruption
#death
#greed
#illness
#poverty
114 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
Presumed hunger
Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
#corruption
#death
#greed
#illness
#poverty
114 reads
8 Comments
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