Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
Besotted
Besotted .The word alone conjures a deep, expensive Cabernet, one that surrenders your shame and drips warm syrupy liquid into your cleavage. So seductive is it to be besotted that soon you are pouring wine over your head, requiring full immersion, guzzling this nectar of the gods until you drown. Drowning in Cabernet is a capitulation to exquisitely perfect men; the long-standing denizens of your tortured imagination.
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
#happiness
#love
#moon
#night
#water
361 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
Besotted
Besotted .The word alone conjures a deep, expensive Cabernet, one that surrenders your shame and drips warm syrupy liquid into your cleavage. So seductive is it to be besotted that soon you are pouring wine over your head, requiring full immersion, guzzling this nectar of the gods until you drown. Drowning in Cabernet is a capitulation to exquisitely perfect men; the long-standing denizens of your tortured imagination.
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
#happiness
#love
#moon
#night
#water
361 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
Besotted
Besotted .The word alone conjures a deep, expensive Cabernet, one that surrenders your shame and drips warm syrupy liquid into your cleavage. So seductive is it to be besotted that soon you are pouring wine over your head, requiring full immersion, guzzling this nectar of the gods until you drown. Drowning in Cabernet is a capitulation to exquisitely perfect men; the long-standing denizens of your tortured imagination.
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
#happiness
#love
#moon
#night
#water
361 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
Besotted
Besotted .The word alone conjures a deep, expensive Cabernet, one that surrenders your shame and drips warm syrupy liquid into your cleavage. So seductive is it to be besotted that soon you are pouring wine over your head, requiring full immersion, guzzling this nectar of the gods until you drown. Drowning in Cabernet is a capitulation to exquisitely perfect men; the long-standing denizens of your tortured imagination.
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
#happiness
#love
#moon
#night
#water
361 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
27th Feb 2022 7:04am
Besotted
Besotted .The word alone conjures a deep, expensive Cabernet, one that surrenders your shame and drips warm syrupy liquid into your cleavage. So seductive is it to be besotted that soon you are pouring wine over your head, requiring full immersion, guzzling this nectar of the gods until you drown. Drowning in Cabernet is a capitulation to exquisitely perfect men; the long-standing denizens of your tortured imagination.
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
Don't drown. Swim. Swim with him, this real man, the one who lives here, not in your nebulous realms. Swim with his imperfections, his bald spot, his stubborn,...
#happiness
#love
#moon
#night
#water
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8 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
8th Jul 2022 3:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Jul 2023 11:35pm
14th Jul 2023 11:35pm
the anglo dutch wars
the ships sailed up the river
and attacked the city, although,
as I said to pepys at the time,
you have to love their tulips ..
and attacked the city, although,
as I said to pepys at the time,
you have to love their tulips ..
#water
182 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Apr 2020 4:31am
13th Apr 2020 4:31am
sacred blood oath
the collective pool of thought is cleansed
a water sprite with tree guardians
in the forests among the ferns, I dance
my soul is free...
the earth herself calls me into her wonderment
my soul protects her sacredness
I listen intently to her thoughts
chanting quietly in her hollows
the animals know to obey her will
they keep her trust
I hear the ancestors drumming
sounds like the heart-pounding
keeping a steady rhythm of understanding
we walk after the faith
knowing we are but gardeners
we will one day...
a water sprite with tree guardians
in the forests among the ferns, I dance
my soul is free...
the earth herself calls me into her wonderment
my soul protects her sacredness
I listen intently to her thoughts
chanting quietly in her hollows
the animals know to obey her will
they keep her trust
I hear the ancestors drumming
sounds like the heart-pounding
keeping a steady rhythm of understanding
we walk after the faith
knowing we are but gardeners
we will one day...
#love
#earth
#trees
#water
#nature
631 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Apr 2020 4:31am
13th Apr 2020 4:31am
sacred blood oath
the collective pool of thought is cleansed
a water sprite with tree guardians
in the forests among the ferns, I dance
my soul is free...
the earth herself calls me into her wonderment
my soul protects her sacredness
I listen intently to her thoughts
chanting quietly in her hollows
the animals know to obey her will
they keep her trust
I hear the ancestors drumming
sounds like the heart-pounding
keeping a steady rhythm of understanding
we walk after the faith
knowing we are but gardeners
we will one day...
a water sprite with tree guardians
in the forests among the ferns, I dance
my soul is free...
the earth herself calls me into her wonderment
my soul protects her sacredness
I listen intently to her thoughts
chanting quietly in her hollows
the animals know to obey her will
they keep her trust
I hear the ancestors drumming
sounds like the heart-pounding
keeping a steady rhythm of understanding
we walk after the faith
knowing we are but gardeners
we will one day...
#love
#earth
#trees
#water
#nature
631 reads
0 Comments
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