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Cycling a Poetic Ride
I will take my old red bike for a ride
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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Cycling a Poetic Ride
I will take my old red bike for a ride
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
65 reads
2 Comments
Cycling a Poetic Ride
I will take my old red bike for a ride
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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2 Comments
wanting to impress you
i want to
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
#learning
#acceptance
#emotional
#metaphor
#determination
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wanting to impress you
i want to
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
#learning
#acceptance
#emotional
#metaphor
#determination
127 reads
8 Comments
wanting to impress you
i want to
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
#learning
#acceptance
#emotional
#metaphor
#determination
127 reads
8 Comments
wanting to impress you
i want to
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
#learning
#acceptance
#emotional
#metaphor
#determination
127 reads
8 Comments
wanting to impress you
i want to
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
#learning
#acceptance
#emotional
#metaphor
#determination
127 reads
8 Comments
The Poet
The silhouette of her soul glistened
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
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6 Comments
The Poet
The silhouette of her soul glistened
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
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6 Comments
Adherence
i stroke
this
pen
gently
across
the page
rhen
furiously
till all the
sticky words
splashed
against it
this
pen
gently
across
the page
rhen
furiously
till all the
sticky words
splashed
against it
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
#orgasm
#metaphor
#dirty
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10 Comments
Adherence
i stroke
this
pen
gently
across
the page
rhen
furiously
till all the
sticky words
splashed
against it
this
pen
gently
across
the page
rhen
furiously
till all the
sticky words
splashed
against it
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
#orgasm
#metaphor
#dirty
408 reads
10 Comments
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