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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
giving birth (poetry)
you have
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#uplifting
120 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
giving birth (poetry)
you have
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#uplifting
120 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
giving birth (poetry)
you have
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#uplifting
120 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
giving birth (poetry)
you have
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#uplifting
120 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
31st Aug 2024 3:27am
giving birth (poetry)
you have
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#uplifting
120 reads
4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
"The Essence of Mysteries and Mystical Inquiries"......(a sensuale quotation)
You and I
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
#love
#dreams
#philosophical #sensual
#philosophical #sensual
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4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
"The Essence of Mysteries and Mystical Inquiries"......(a sensuale quotation)
You and I
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
#love
#dreams
#philosophical #sensual
#philosophical #sensual
704 reads
4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
"The Essence of Mysteries and Mystical Inquiries"......(a sensuale quotation)
You and I
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
#love
#dreams
#philosophical #sensual
#philosophical #sensual
704 reads
4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
9th Nov 2019 2:03pm
"The Essence of Mysteries and Mystical Inquiries"......(a sensuale quotation)
You and I
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
laying upon the ground
eyes turned toward the skies
dressed in proper attire
for a special occasion
a genesis
in nothing more than our birthday suits
hand and hand
full of love and intimate persuasion
tempting fate
as we lay
naked
among the splendor of the grass
filled with the sounds of the
hissing of summer lawns
I war against the powers of
my masculinity, my virility
resisting the temptation
to till the fertility of your
“mother earth”
...
#love
#dreams
#philosophical #sensual
#philosophical #sensual
704 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
464 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
464 reads
0 Comments
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