Historical Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#historical
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
25th Jan 2019 10:09pm
25th Jan 2019 10:09pm
Light of the sea
Light of the sea
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was the current,
a melody gathering words to itself
for to sing, and then sang them,
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish
bringing light to the world.
Then I was water, a river
washing the night from my flesh,
and a cradled body rising in me
till it was clean, glow¬ing,
and when I surfaced, glistening, ...
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was the current,
a melody gathering words to itself
for to sing, and then sang them,
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish
bringing light to the world.
Then I was water, a river
washing the night from my flesh,
and a cradled body rising in me
till it was clean, glow¬ing,
and when I surfaced, glistening, ...
#memories
#historical
#passion
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9 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
25th Jan 2019 10:09pm
25th Jan 2019 10:09pm
Light of the sea
Light of the sea
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was the current,
a melody gathering words to itself
for to sing, and then sang them,
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish
bringing light to the world.
Then I was water, a river
washing the night from my flesh,
and a cradled body rising in me
till it was clean, glow¬ing,
and when I surfaced, glistening, ...
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was the current,
a melody gathering words to itself
for to sing, and then sang them,
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish
bringing light to the world.
Then I was water, a river
washing the night from my flesh,
and a cradled body rising in me
till it was clean, glow¬ing,
and when I surfaced, glistening, ...
#memories
#historical
#passion
700 reads
9 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
25th Jan 2019 10:09pm
25th Jan 2019 10:09pm
Light of the sea
Light of the sea
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was the current,
a melody gathering words to itself
for to sing, and then sang them,
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish
bringing light to the world.
Then I was water, a river
washing the night from my flesh,
and a cradled body rising in me
till it was clean, glow¬ing,
and when I surfaced, glistening, ...
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was the current,
a melody gathering words to itself
for to sing, and then sang them,
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish
bringing light to the world.
Then I was water, a river
washing the night from my flesh,
and a cradled body rising in me
till it was clean, glow¬ing,
and when I surfaced, glistening, ...
#memories
#historical
#passion
700 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 10:41pm
9th Apr 2024 10:41pm
Sacrosanct incongruities
This is a strange and doubtful time
even writing became a victim
we write what others want to see written
and the others don't want to read anything
they just want to know if we wrote what they want
and then they criticize it for being the same
that everyone writes and writes again
because they wanted it that way just because
so everyone keeps rewriting
what has already been written in true words
replaced by new words empty of intention
but completely politically correct...
If you don't like it, don't read it
if you don't want...
even writing became a victim
we write what others want to see written
and the others don't want to read anything
they just want to know if we wrote what they want
and then they criticize it for being the same
that everyone writes and writes again
because they wanted it that way just because
so everyone keeps rewriting
what has already been written in true words
replaced by new words empty of intention
but completely politically correct...
If you don't like it, don't read it
if you don't want...
#PowerOfWords
#historical
111 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 10:41pm
9th Apr 2024 10:41pm
Sacrosanct incongruities
This is a strange and doubtful time
even writing became a victim
we write what others want to see written
and the others don't want to read anything
they just want to know if we wrote what they want
and then they criticize it for being the same
that everyone writes and writes again
because they wanted it that way just because
so everyone keeps rewriting
what has already been written in true words
replaced by new words empty of intention
but completely politically correct...
If you don't like it, don't read it
if you don't want...
even writing became a victim
we write what others want to see written
and the others don't want to read anything
they just want to know if we wrote what they want
and then they criticize it for being the same
that everyone writes and writes again
because they wanted it that way just because
so everyone keeps rewriting
what has already been written in true words
replaced by new words empty of intention
but completely politically correct...
If you don't like it, don't read it
if you don't want...
#PowerOfWords
#historical
111 reads
4 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
how a single moment can turn into a momentum
As it often happens some people seem to only contact me during weekends.
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
#historical
76 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Massacre On St. Valentines Day
Month's before the "Wall Street Crash"
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
#corruption
#historical
#murder
#nonfiction
#ValentinesDay
72 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Massacre On St. Valentines Day
Month's before the "Wall Street Crash"
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
#corruption
#historical
#murder
#nonfiction
#ValentinesDay
72 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Massacre On St. Valentines Day
Month's before the "Wall Street Crash"
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
#corruption
#historical
#murder
#nonfiction
#ValentinesDay
72 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Massacre On St. Valentines Day
Month's before the "Wall Street Crash"
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
#corruption
#historical
#murder
#nonfiction
#ValentinesDay
72 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Massacre On St. Valentines Day
Month's before the "Wall Street Crash"
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
There was a bloody fight
Between two rival gangs in Chicago
It was a cold and snowy day in 1929
A celebration day for many lovers
Killers, thugs and mobsters
Running wild all over the streets
Spreading death everywhere in the city
G-Men had their hands full
There was a trap on North Clark Street
Seven men waiting for a truck load that never came
As Moran's gang was ordered to line up against the wall
Two phony police officers opened fire with Thompson...
#corruption
#historical
#murder
#nonfiction
#ValentinesDay
72 reads
9 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th May 2020 8:38pm
30th May 2020 8:38pm
POINT 'ZERO'
viz:: point 'zero'
https://youtu.be/Iq8VBJUdi0I
https://youtu.be/Iq8VBJUdi0I
#love
#spiritual
#music
#historical
#philosophical
545 reads
6 Comments
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