PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:25pm
Yesterday 12:25pm
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There's always more I could say
I hesitate
You want it as much as I want to give it
Yet
I hesitate
Here i can speak freely
The dark opens into light
Good Morning he says
No hesitation ever
I hesitate
You want it as much as I want to give it
Yet
I hesitate
Here i can speak freely
The dark opens into light
Good Morning he says
No hesitation ever
#love
#erotic
#spiritual
#lover
#art
45 reads
10 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
21st Jun 2021 7:44pm
21st Jun 2021 7:44pm
Galdr Song
My Shadow Speaks
My Phoenix Rises From The Flames
My Binds Were Ice
My Binds Were Ice
Runic Shadow And Fire
Language And Song Weave The Light
Weave The Light
Weave The Light
Buried Are My Thoughts
Rising From Deep Within The Night
Weave The Light
Weave The Light
The Shadow Then Fire In My Sight
My Phoenix Rises From The Flames
My Binds Were Ice
My Binds Were Ice
Runic Shadow And Fire
Language And Song Weave The Light
Weave The Light
Weave The Light
Buried Are My Thoughts
Rising From Deep Within The Night
Weave The Light
Weave The Light
The Shadow Then Fire In My Sight
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic #tradition
#magic #tradition
14 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2021 5:12pm
21st Jun 2021 5:12pm
Layers
his brown
papery
crusty
outer layer
falls off
with
barely
a touch
deeper layers
more
adherent
releasing aroma
white inner layers
moist
exuding
gases
thin translucent
membranes (often overlooked)
irritating fumes
becoming stronger
burning stinging
protection
eyes stinging burning more
with each revelation
tears fall
uncontrollably
as layers come off
one by one
until
what remains
is
the...
papery
crusty
outer layer
falls off
with
barely
a touch
deeper layers
more
adherent
releasing aroma
white inner layers
moist
exuding
gases
thin translucent
membranes (often overlooked)
irritating fumes
becoming stronger
burning stinging
protection
eyes stinging burning more
with each revelation
tears fall
uncontrollably
as layers come off
one by one
until
what remains
is
the...
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual #passion
#spiritual #passion
24 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2021 4:58pm
21st Jun 2021 4:58pm
Slow Dancing
my puppy
her kitten
my dark
her bright
my control
her submission
my masculine
her feminine
my earth
her air
my demons
her madness
my wolf
her cougar
my fire
her water
my yang
her yin
my dreams
her fantasies
my pleasure
her pain
my lava
her ice
my lingam
her yoni
my needs
her desires
my voices
her visions
my monster
her angel
my soul ...
her kitten
my dark
her bright
my control
her submission
my masculine
her feminine
my earth
her air
my demons
her madness
my wolf
her cougar
my fire
her water
my yang
her yin
my dreams
her fantasies
my pleasure
her pain
my lava
her ice
my lingam
her yoni
my needs
her desires
my voices
her visions
my monster
her angel
my soul ...
#spiritual
#dance
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
46 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Jun 2021 4:35pm
21st Jun 2021 4:35pm
Forged
The fire forces you
from within;
Answers you find
within
From fire are we forged
a phoenix of shadow-self
shape-shifting between
the sharp aperture
of a hawk's eye
We stalk shadows
stealthily
preying upon movement
beyond
our innate (in)sight
We reach
for its contour—
that outer lining
eschewing the cusp
of light
We yearn for comfort
the way of rock—
letting go
granual
by granual;
the language of the pond—
a frog's vowels ...
from within;
Answers you find
within
From fire are we forged
a phoenix of shadow-self
shape-shifting between
the sharp aperture
of a hawk's eye
We stalk shadows
stealthily
preying upon movement
beyond
our innate (in)sight
We reach
for its contour—
that outer lining
eschewing the cusp
of light
We yearn for comfort
the way of rock—
letting go
granual
by granual;
the language of the pond—
a frog's vowels ...
#earth
#universe
#moon #spiritual
#moon #spiritual
43 reads
6 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 7:41am
20th Jun 2021 7:41am
Contempt
You lie through eyes so well
And weep to dodge accountability
While we restlessly adjust to avoid discomfort
While critics of the culture patronize
Condescension on the lips of the so called wise
On the terms of an endearing acknowledgement
Where mockers call it love to hurt
With subtle hints of malice in the aftertaste
There you go saving face with a smile
And your heart with a tear to bait my sympathies
Here I am face to face with bitterness like a stark reminder of my own
Flash back to former days
I relapse in...
And weep to dodge accountability
While we restlessly adjust to avoid discomfort
While critics of the culture patronize
Condescension on the lips of the so called wise
On the terms of an endearing acknowledgement
Where mockers call it love to hurt
With subtle hints of malice in the aftertaste
There you go saving face with a smile
And your heart with a tear to bait my sympathies
Here I am face to face with bitterness like a stark reminder of my own
Flash back to former days
I relapse in...
#LifeStruggles
#Christian
#spiritual
#culture
#morality
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0 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 20th Jun 2021 3:38am
6th Apr 2021 1:19pm
6th Apr 2021 1:19pm
Warm Love
I fall back lazily on the bed
positioned perpendicular to how things should go
so as to better soak up the sun through bay windows streaked subtly with fingerling tracings from the night before.
Just there, imprints from the moment you pressed into me from behind
only glass separating me from star-strewn sky.
And there, tell-tale trails of your eventual taking of it all—this body and the night sky, too.
‘Warm love’, sent after leaving the next day
words mustering the precise temperature of ‘just right’—the heat of the night cooled to...
positioned perpendicular to how things should go
so as to better soak up the sun through bay windows streaked subtly with fingerling tracings from the night before.
Just there, imprints from the moment you pressed into me from behind
only glass separating me from star-strewn sky.
And there, tell-tale trails of your eventual taking of it all—this body and the night sky, too.
‘Warm love’, sent after leaving the next day
words mustering the precise temperature of ‘just right’—the heat of the night cooled to...
#love
#erotic
#sun
#rebirth
#spiritual
169 reads
11 Comments
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 5:27pm
19th Jun 2021 5:27pm
The Story
From the ark of Noah
swept on the vast sea
to the ark of the bulrushes of Moses
gliding along the reeds
to the Tent of Meeting in Sinai
guiding those who sought to be free
to the ark brought by David
for the Temple
to shelter permanently
to crowning Truth and completion
the final purpose of Creation
the ark of the human body
raised to Divinity
You need not temples churches mosques
your body the one true ark
the dwelling of your spirit ...
swept on the vast sea
to the ark of the bulrushes of Moses
gliding along the reeds
to the Tent of Meeting in Sinai
guiding those who sought to be free
to the ark brought by David
for the Temple
to shelter permanently
to crowning Truth and completion
the final purpose of Creation
the ark of the human body
raised to Divinity
You need not temples churches mosques
your body the one true ark
the dwelling of your spirit ...
#spiritual
19 reads
7 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 5:10pm
19th Jun 2021 5:10pm
Beastly Invitation II.
#BDSM
#spiritual
#passion
88 reads
5 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 5:10pm
19th Jun 2021 5:10pm
Beastly Invitation I.
#BDSM
#spiritual
#passion
70 reads
5 Comments
SukiSpangles
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 4:58pm
19th Jun 2021 4:58pm
The Tree Hugger
leaning against a tree
messaging a friend
absent-mindedly she gently patted the tree trunk
the breeze
the breeze was a colour
the colour of its sound
and the sound was the scent of dappled canary sunlight..
leaning against the tree
she began to feel in the strange flow
a tree as ancient as english pagan wisdom
the bark as soft as parchment of an ancient scroll
the bark as cool-warm as triptychs kissed by summer solstice
the bark as flowing as the secret river under the pyramids of giza
the bark as mysterious as the woman...
messaging a friend
absent-mindedly she gently patted the tree trunk
the breeze
the breeze was a colour
the colour of its sound
and the sound was the scent of dappled canary sunlight..
leaning against the tree
she began to feel in the strange flow
a tree as ancient as english pagan wisdom
the bark as soft as parchment of an ancient scroll
the bark as cool-warm as triptychs kissed by summer solstice
the bark as flowing as the secret river under the pyramids of giza
the bark as mysterious as the woman...
#nature
#spiritual
#lyrics
11 reads
1 Comment
DarkDrifter
Poe Clark
Poe Clark
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 10:21am
19th Jun 2021 10:21am
Spiritual Sin
Archangels
There is only one
It is Michael.
No divine feminine
No mother of heaven
Only one God
One way
Worshipping the creation
not the creator
What a sin
You'll find out in the end
There is only one
It is Michael.
No divine feminine
No mother of heaven
Only one God
One way
Worshipping the creation
not the creator
What a sin
You'll find out in the end
#spiritual
35 reads
1 Comment
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