deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 8:39pm
25th Jun 2024 8:39pm
Robbing Eyes
Deep blue robbing eyes.
Stealing my dark denials.
Dismantle my truth.
Stealing my dark denials.
Dismantle my truth.
#haiku
#secrets
#TruthOfLife
139 reads
9 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 8:39pm
25th Jun 2024 8:39pm
Robbing Eyes
Deep blue robbing eyes.
Stealing my dark denials.
Dismantle my truth.
Stealing my dark denials.
Dismantle my truth.
#haiku
#secrets
#TruthOfLife
139 reads
9 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 8:39pm
25th Jun 2024 8:39pm
Robbing Eyes
Deep blue robbing eyes.
Stealing my dark denials.
Dismantle my truth.
Stealing my dark denials.
Dismantle my truth.
#haiku
#secrets
#TruthOfLife
139 reads
9 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
586 reads
30 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
586 reads
30 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
586 reads
30 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
586 reads
30 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
28th Oct 2023 10:12pm
In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
586 reads
30 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
777 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
777 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
777 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
777 reads
5 Comments
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