Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:12pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:12pm
SILLY BILLIE YOU'RE SO SILLY
This is the story of Silly Billie
A little boy who was so silly
He lost his friend whose name was Willie
Because he stold candy from his sister Millie.
He didn’t stop there – that Silly Billie
Feeling alone without his friend whose name was Willie
He made a new friend who was just as silly!
Loud and rambunctious and all up-hilly
The librarian, whose name was Chantilly,
Did not like noise nor anyone O so silly!
Influenced by Willie, Silly Billie was given a “Silly Willie”
When he cried out
And the librarian threw him out!
...
A little boy who was so silly
He lost his friend whose name was Willie
Because he stold candy from his sister Millie.
He didn’t stop there – that Silly Billie
Feeling alone without his friend whose name was Willie
He made a new friend who was just as silly!
Loud and rambunctious and all up-hilly
The librarian, whose name was Chantilly,
Did not like noise nor anyone O so silly!
Influenced by Willie, Silly Billie was given a “Silly Willie”
When he cried out
And the librarian threw him out!
...
#Christian
#forgiveness
#redemption #rejection
#redemption #rejection
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 6:45am
3rd Apr 2025 6:45am
Let’s Take Each Other To Hell One Last Time
I’ve always had a way
with the petrified and scared
despite the way my body pulses
aposematic signals
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame
to the frown lines etched into my face
and I wonder if it’s
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books
my small boy body discoloured in the hue
of the beating I took
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt ...
with the petrified and scared
despite the way my body pulses
aposematic signals
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame
to the frown lines etched into my face
and I wonder if it’s
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books
my small boy body discoloured in the hue
of the beating I took
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt ...
#beauty
#forgiveness
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Betty
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:29am
3rd Apr 2025 2:29am
Amnesia and the taste of pleather
My love notes on your shirt
grew as sticky
as the air
in my wasted lungs
and the feel of your
forehead against mine
scared the shit out of me. again.
angered me. again.
fucked me up in what I
can only brand as the
flavor of
us;
and our version of love
is poison in a diet-coke can
served ice-fucking cold
again.
your warm mouth traced
hope on my...
grew as sticky
as the air
in my wasted lungs
and the feel of your
forehead against mine
scared the shit out of me. again.
angered me. again.
fucked me up in what I
can only brand as the
flavor of
us;
and our version of love
is poison in a diet-coke can
served ice-fucking cold
again.
your warm mouth traced
hope on my...
#forgiveness
#hope
#hurt
#lust
#obsession
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 8:45pm
2nd Apr 2025 8:45pm
Redemption In The Wreckage
I’ve always loved you best
in the dark
away from prying eyes in
revered silence
where your allure was mine
and it whistled careless as
the wind cutting through the cliffs
from those moments I stole and we shared
right now you remind me of a hymn
of blasphemy sung in augmented fourth
I can’t bear to see you like this
our names crusted in your blood
as you traced
what was lost on the mantle
the mahogany absorbing your essence
filling the carved out words ...
in the dark
away from prying eyes in
revered silence
where your allure was mine
and it whistled careless as
the wind cutting through the cliffs
from those moments I stole and we shared
right now you remind me of a hymn
of blasphemy sung in augmented fourth
I can’t bear to see you like this
our names crusted in your blood
as you traced
what was lost on the mantle
the mahogany absorbing your essence
filling the carved out words ...
#forgiveness
#love
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oskar
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 5:02pm
31st Mar 2025 5:02pm
ale and horses
A Horse and ale
The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer
around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route
The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for
funerals before
over the years, they got a bit broad hipped and stomach-heavy.
The horse knew the route and stopped outside the grocer`s and waited while
the driver unloaded crates of beer.
The horse sometimes had an erection thinking of a favorite mare bit
strange animals only know one way and askew foreplay
The driver usually had a bottle of beer at...
The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer
around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route
The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for
funerals before
over the years, they got a bit broad hipped and stomach-heavy.
The horse knew the route and stopped outside the grocer`s and waited while
the driver unloaded crates of beer.
The horse sometimes had an erection thinking of a favorite mare bit
strange animals only know one way and askew foreplay
The driver usually had a bottle of beer at...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 12:46pm
29th Mar 2025 12:46pm
It Was Very Good
In those moments as I rocked gently over Shawn,
I suddenly felt the thoughts of past lives swirling in my head.
I continued rising and falling against Shawn’s firmness
while watching feelings of guilt drifting through an open window
as if pulled by a draft into the night sky.
I felt fears, loss, and brokenness falling from my body
and being pulled into the night.
I was in the moment and felt Shawn’s presence within me,
but I’d stepped back like a witness,
observing without judgment.
Gradually I came to realize ...
I suddenly felt the thoughts of past lives swirling in my head.
I continued rising and falling against Shawn’s firmness
while watching feelings of guilt drifting through an open window
as if pulled by a draft into the night sky.
I felt fears, loss, and brokenness falling from my body
and being pulled into the night.
I was in the moment and felt Shawn’s presence within me,
but I’d stepped back like a witness,
observing without judgment.
Gradually I came to realize ...
#forgiveness
#religion
#sex
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 6:07pm
28th Mar 2025 6:07pm
equines
Equines
One really ought to start with the beginning, only it goes so long back
That it is impossible to remember.
I remember being born, but that was just an interlude, cold and
Unpleasant and being kissed by strangers.
I like horses, but that has nothing to do with my inception.
But then, was anyone ever born,
we are just a part of a bigger
A broader picture where we but an unconscious number
But I do like horses and would have loved galloping across some
Grassland and jumping over brooks.
And now we have emboli fever, which is either...
One really ought to start with the beginning, only it goes so long back
That it is impossible to remember.
I remember being born, but that was just an interlude, cold and
Unpleasant and being kissed by strangers.
I like horses, but that has nothing to do with my inception.
But then, was anyone ever born,
we are just a part of a bigger
A broader picture where we but an unconscious number
But I do like horses and would have loved galloping across some
Grassland and jumping over brooks.
And now we have emboli fever, which is either...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:25pm
24th Mar 2025 3:25pm
Syria's Christians and Haiti
Syria’s Christians and Haiti
The first Christian church was built in Syrian, as I write this the horror is killing them the new death cult regime in Syria, a cult we give money to, and not mentioned by Western media as Israel continues to bomb Gaza to their hearts content This is only possible when the bombs are free of charge courtesy of the USA
On the home front, we read about erectile dysfunction, no they are telling me who thought
my own problems were caused by the old age
Haiti, the sad state is in the news again, last time
I was there, Papa Doc, was in...
The first Christian church was built in Syrian, as I write this the horror is killing them the new death cult regime in Syria, a cult we give money to, and not mentioned by Western media as Israel continues to bomb Gaza to their hearts content This is only possible when the bombs are free of charge courtesy of the USA
On the home front, we read about erectile dysfunction, no they are telling me who thought
my own problems were caused by the old age
Haiti, the sad state is in the news again, last time
I was there, Papa Doc, was in...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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56ApacheLove
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 4:29pm
20th Mar 2025 4:29pm
Holding On
Your Majesty,
I had a dream that I was so small in the center of your all mighty hand.
I held on to your one fnger with ten of my own.
Could you hear me crying, begging you to enclose me and stick me in your pocket?
You must have, because you did.
All the while they were tearing at my soul, telling me all the things, well...you heard them too.
Laughing at me, mocking you.
Mocking my faith in you.
But im thankful for your rest, as I slept within your Pavillion, riding by your side, protected from further destruction.
Every once in a while, you...
I had a dream that I was so small in the center of your all mighty hand.
I held on to your one fnger with ten of my own.
Could you hear me crying, begging you to enclose me and stick me in your pocket?
You must have, because you did.
All the while they were tearing at my soul, telling me all the things, well...you heard them too.
Laughing at me, mocking you.
Mocking my faith in you.
But im thankful for your rest, as I slept within your Pavillion, riding by your side, protected from further destruction.
Every once in a while, you...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption
#strength
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PAR
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 9:25pm
17th Mar 2025 9:25pm
Beheaded Poem
I beheaded a poem
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
For not having to bear
The humidity of the tears
I blew the letters up...
I threw the letters down
I washed the poem clean
I've let the scales dry
So I could do a helmet
To avoid beheading...
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
For not having to bear
The humidity of the tears
I blew the letters up...
I threw the letters down
I washed the poem clean
I've let the scales dry
So I could do a helmet
To avoid beheading...
#forgiveness
#healing
#heartbroken
#heaven
#hurt
108 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 7:31pm
17th Mar 2025 7:31pm
the rich and my English brother
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to...
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 2:24am
15th Mar 2025 2:24am
Muse In Red
Muse in red to a mongrel blue.
Blood on stone that yonder finds.
Reptile's light to the healing bend.
Precarious fires for cooling minds.
Connected words
snake & flower.
Serrated tongue for honeyed slaying.
Clever beauty cleft & splayed.
Stuck on point to glowing ember.
A salamandrine crawling under.
Hell in spades for poets ablaze.
Toxic shade in savage grace.
Defense & pride yet torn asunder.
Talk & torch to dark unwelcome.
Those darting beads,
miss & failure.
...
Blood on stone that yonder finds.
Reptile's light to the healing bend.
Precarious fires for cooling minds.
Connected words
snake & flower.
Serrated tongue for honeyed slaying.
Clever beauty cleft & splayed.
Stuck on point to glowing ember.
A salamandrine crawling under.
Hell in spades for poets ablaze.
Toxic shade in savage grace.
Defense & pride yet torn asunder.
Talk & torch to dark unwelcome.
Those darting beads,
miss & failure.
...
#forgiveness
#FreeVerse
#love
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