Summer Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#summer
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
73 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
73 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
73 reads
10 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
Synesthetica, Part III (Tactus)
iii. tactus (touch)
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
#summer
#fall
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
262 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
Synesthetica, Part III (Tactus)
iii. tactus (touch)
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
#summer
#fall
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
262 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
Synesthetica, Part III (Tactus)
iii. tactus (touch)
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
#summer
#fall
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
262 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
Synesthetica, Part III (Tactus)
iii. tactus (touch)
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
#summer
#fall
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
262 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
Synesthetica, Part III (Tactus)
iii. tactus (touch)
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
#summer
#fall
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
262 reads
12 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
crows
Crows
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#night
344 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
crows
Crows
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#night
344 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
crows
Crows
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#night
344 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
28th Jul 2019 10:38am
crows
Crows
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
Crows are intelligent birds
They steal and feel no remorse
Even children’s toy.
I threw away my wedding ring in anger
When went to pick it up
A crow snatched the ring
Begged it to bring it back
The crow refused and my marriage
Ended in a divorce
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#night
344 reads
1 Comment
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