Summer Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#summer
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 7:55am
23rd Dec 2024 7:55am
PAIR EMBRACING (RHYMING CAPTION TO EGON SCHIELE PAINTING)
Pair embracing
after chasing
each other round
the sun parched ground.
Clothes forsaking
for love-making,
consummating
their rare outing.
Their bodies bare,
her untied hair
from head pools round
upon the ground.
The crumpling sheet
that was their seat
for picnicking
forms their bedding.
Her hair-lined groove
invites his move
to plunge within,
deeper than skin.
after chasing
each other round
the sun parched ground.
Clothes forsaking
for love-making,
consummating
their rare outing.
Their bodies bare,
her untied hair
from head pools round
upon the ground.
The crumpling sheet
that was their seat
for picnicking
forms their bedding.
Her hair-lined groove
invites his move
to plunge within,
deeper than skin.
#passion
#sex
#summer
188 reads
3 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 7:55am
23rd Dec 2024 7:55am
PAIR EMBRACING (RHYMING CAPTION TO EGON SCHIELE PAINTING)
Pair embracing
after chasing
each other round
the sun parched ground.
Clothes forsaking
for love-making,
consummating
their rare outing.
Their bodies bare,
her untied hair
from head pools round
upon the ground.
The crumpling sheet
that was their seat
for picnicking
forms their bedding.
Her hair-lined groove
invites his move
to plunge within,
deeper than skin.
after chasing
each other round
the sun parched ground.
Clothes forsaking
for love-making,
consummating
their rare outing.
Their bodies bare,
her untied hair
from head pools round
upon the ground.
The crumpling sheet
that was their seat
for picnicking
forms their bedding.
Her hair-lined groove
invites his move
to plunge within,
deeper than skin.
#passion
#sex
#summer
188 reads
3 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 7:55am
23rd Dec 2024 7:55am
PAIR EMBRACING (RHYMING CAPTION TO EGON SCHIELE PAINTING)
Pair embracing
after chasing
each other round
the sun parched ground.
Clothes forsaking
for love-making,
consummating
their rare outing.
Their bodies bare,
her untied hair
from head pools round
upon the ground.
The crumpling sheet
that was their seat
for picnicking
forms their bedding.
Her hair-lined groove
invites his move
to plunge within,
deeper than skin.
after chasing
each other round
the sun parched ground.
Clothes forsaking
for love-making,
consummating
their rare outing.
Their bodies bare,
her untied hair
from head pools round
upon the ground.
The crumpling sheet
that was their seat
for picnicking
forms their bedding.
Her hair-lined groove
invites his move
to plunge within,
deeper than skin.
#passion
#sex
#summer
188 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
220 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
220 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
220 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
220 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
220 reads
3 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
4th Aug 2010 9:41pm
4th Aug 2010 9:41pm
Plenty
Summer's black fruit
rapes my tongue with sweetness
I taste the sky melting
and ghosts of childhood live
Meadows bloom behind my eyes
I lie on a bed of cricket song
where kingdoms kneel
before a throne of cornflower blue
Sun drenched rabbits drool
and the fox
too lazy to kill for pleasure
grows fatter by the day
rapes my tongue with sweetness
I taste the sky melting
and ghosts of childhood live
Meadows bloom behind my eyes
I lie on a bed of cricket song
where kingdoms kneel
before a throne of cornflower blue
Sun drenched rabbits drool
and the fox
too lazy to kill for pleasure
grows fatter by the day
#summer
1142 reads
4 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 2:43am
23rd Aug 2024 2:43am
Silvers and Golds
summer unfolds
in end of the season
silvers and golds
colours so pleasing
just like the sky
in early morning
the Sun rising high
as autumn is dawning
on a wobbling world
where seasons keep changing,
with Sun we are swirled
currents exchanging
moving through space
we're in the aether
in which we each face
forever to leave a
vibration, a spark
a ripple expanding
a light in the dark
from where we are standing
as summer unfolds
with end of the season
silvers...
in end of the season
silvers and golds
colours so pleasing
just like the sky
in early morning
the Sun rising high
as autumn is dawning
on a wobbling world
where seasons keep changing,
with Sun we are swirled
currents exchanging
moving through space
we're in the aether
in which we each face
forever to leave a
vibration, a spark
a ripple expanding
a light in the dark
from where we are standing
as summer unfolds
with end of the season
silvers...
#nature
#summer
110 reads
0 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 2:43am
23rd Aug 2024 2:43am
Silvers and Golds
summer unfolds
in end of the season
silvers and golds
colours so pleasing
just like the sky
in early morning
the Sun rising high
as autumn is dawning
on a wobbling world
where seasons keep changing,
with Sun we are swirled
currents exchanging
moving through space
we're in the aether
in which we each face
forever to leave a
vibration, a spark
a ripple expanding
a light in the dark
from where we are standing
as summer unfolds
with end of the season
silvers...
in end of the season
silvers and golds
colours so pleasing
just like the sky
in early morning
the Sun rising high
as autumn is dawning
on a wobbling world
where seasons keep changing,
with Sun we are swirled
currents exchanging
moving through space
we're in the aether
in which we each face
forever to leave a
vibration, a spark
a ripple expanding
a light in the dark
from where we are standing
as summer unfolds
with end of the season
silvers...
#nature
#summer
110 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 11:59pm
3rd Feb 2025 11:59pm
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
#beauty
#haiku
#sensual
#summer
#women
78 reads
6 Comments
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