Shon
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 6:15pm
17th Dec 2024 6:15pm
Putting a log in my fire
As I picked up a log for the fire.
Opening the door I looked in and saw in.
Before me was a view to describe.
Entranced I stared before me. glowing embers of fire.
Space i spied for my log to go.
Feeling the breeze, felt the glow of the heat.
The way the log were positioned.
The flames all aglow, looked like a city on fire.
Incandescent Crimson and Red like inside of hell.
Or when hell comes to dinner.
Fire , fire everywhere. Walls and buildings a blase
No escape from this. And you known it!
Yet this nightmare...
Opening the door I looked in and saw in.
Before me was a view to describe.
Entranced I stared before me. glowing embers of fire.
Space i spied for my log to go.
Feeling the breeze, felt the glow of the heat.
The way the log were positioned.
The flames all aglow, looked like a city on fire.
Incandescent Crimson and Red like inside of hell.
Or when hell comes to dinner.
Fire , fire everywhere. Walls and buildings a blase
No escape from this. And you known it!
Yet this nightmare...
#death
#fire
#MovingOn
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 11:53am
26th Aug 2024 11:53am
Grief Trials
The losses in life create chasms
within the soul, perforations that leave
it easily torn
It's wounds bleed happiness and
create unseen scars that burn as
their made, leaving indelible marks
on a broken heart
So maybe time heals, but for now
it's far too soon, the scars however,
will be there forever
within the soul, perforations that leave
it easily torn
It's wounds bleed happiness and
create unseen scars that burn as
their made, leaving indelible marks
on a broken heart
So maybe time heals, but for now
it's far too soon, the scars however,
will be there forever
#death
#grief
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 11:53am
26th Aug 2024 11:53am
Grief Trials
The losses in life create chasms
within the soul, perforations that leave
it easily torn
It's wounds bleed happiness and
create unseen scars that burn as
their made, leaving indelible marks
on a broken heart
So maybe time heals, but for now
it's far too soon, the scars however,
will be there forever
within the soul, perforations that leave
it easily torn
It's wounds bleed happiness and
create unseen scars that burn as
their made, leaving indelible marks
on a broken heart
So maybe time heals, but for now
it's far too soon, the scars however,
will be there forever
#death
#grief
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
323 reads
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
323 reads
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
323 reads
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
Dying
the light awakens........
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
#love
#dark
#death #emotional
#death #emotional
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MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
Dying
the light awakens........
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
#love
#dark
#death #emotional
#death #emotional
534 reads
10 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
Dying
the light awakens........
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
#love
#dark
#death #emotional
#death #emotional
534 reads
10 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
16th Jan 2023 5:23pm
Dying
the light awakens........
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
the soul
for I am dying
….maybe not in the literal sense
but then again
maybe I am
the universe in it's anonymity
opens it's doors,
heeding the call......we all must go
my days grow shorter
and I grow less and less afraid
in the fleeting moments
of this life and time we share
Inhibitions tend to whisk themselves away......
…...and in the waning hours
I need to find the strength
to say to you what
I want to say,
What you...
#love
#dark
#death #emotional
#death #emotional
534 reads
10 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
7th Jan 2025 11:36pm
Dark Water Whiskey - with Lilliputian
Of whiskey dark waters, a handful of earth
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
dew on the rose with the coldest of blues
with a chorus of voices and silent prayer
Echoes of whispering rumble from within
in a euphoric choir silenced from a rapture
to close your eyes and awaken specters
Ecstasy suffusing the flesh with a kiss
breathing in your soul with the coldest
of blues and whiskey dark waters
#collaboration
#death
#philosophical
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