PAR
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 2:10pm
18th Nov 2024 2:10pm
playing within
When the lights are dim
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
#fire
#identity
#silence
#water
#WritingPoetry
93 reads
6 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 2:45pm
28th Jan 2025 2:45pm
A Terrible Depth
Every beautiful surface has a terrible depth. - unknown
The mysterious formation
of pristine turquoise glaciers
in my heart.
Are the monuments of all
my cold goodbyes.
The terrible ache of the chaos of life,
broke off an island of ice
seeking the why.
The tip of the iceberg is
frozen shards of what's left behind.
Sinking voyaging thoughts
from the dark depths of my mind.
Standing there is a beautiful man
who says take my hand.
I will forever be your land.
The mysterious formation
of pristine turquoise glaciers
in my heart.
Are the monuments of all
my cold goodbyes.
The terrible ache of the chaos of life,
broke off an island of ice
seeking the why.
The tip of the iceberg is
frozen shards of what's left behind.
Sinking voyaging thoughts
from the dark depths of my mind.
Standing there is a beautiful man
who says take my hand.
I will forever be your land.
#breakup
#water
133 reads
12 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
359 reads
8 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
7th Sep 2021 3:24pm
7th Sep 2021 3:24pm
Queen Anne's Revenge
Ship slipped
into
Slip stream
of
waves
That waved
As
Splashes
Splashed
Brash
In spritzes
capturing
moonlight
&
Night
Breaking away
into
Spiral shaped eddies
Into
travels
in
Travels
&
spirals
in
Spirals
into
Slip stream
of
waves
That waved
As
Splashes
Splashed
Brash
In spritzes
capturing
moonlight
&
Night
Breaking away
into
Spiral shaped eddies
Into
travels
in
Travels
&
spirals
in
Spirals
#sea
#water
#shadows
#nature
#myself
459 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Jul 2023 00:35am
15th Jul 2023 00:35am
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
178 reads
1 Comment
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Jul 2018 3:09pm
17th Jul 2018 3:09pm
Sami Song
Hear the tale of the heart
that’s pure as the falling snow
there in the north the light
there the pale light glow
sing me a song to a passage
of a time when the shaman sing
and the eagles reply
and brother wolves howl
call the warriors of old
once more a dance
of victory on snowy shore
north of the wind
joik me a song of the falling rain
of reindeer in the wild
remember them who live before
time was counted in its ticking
let the children remember
the time of the Sami
when they...
that’s pure as the falling snow
there in the north the light
there the pale light glow
sing me a song to a passage
of a time when the shaman sing
and the eagles reply
and brother wolves howl
call the warriors of old
once more a dance
of victory on snowy shore
north of the wind
joik me a song of the falling rain
of reindeer in the wild
remember them who live before
time was counted in its ticking
let the children remember
the time of the Sami
when they...
#earth
#fire
#water
534 reads
9 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:09pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:09pm
HERE
Beauty in the sky
the feel of the earth
love of the ocean
together we are
together we can
feel the right
feel the good
Beauty in you
Beauty in me
Beauty in us
we,you,me
it's all here
right now
today
the feel of the earth
love of the ocean
together we are
together we can
feel the right
feel the good
Beauty in you
Beauty in me
Beauty in us
we,you,me
it's all here
right now
today
#earth
#sky
#water
77 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
The Book of Things
They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
#sea
#water
#ShortStory
#learning
#wisdom
564 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 1:35am
20th Aug 2022 1:35am
Flowing
Exiting into a gulf, we became engulf
Waves of pleasure and with so much force rolling over us
Maximized pleasure is considered a must
Our rivers are over flowing back into the mother source
Silt all in your hair, white foam in my beard
Dredging your depths as I scrape beneath your pier
Casting into the shallows because you're bedding
That's right pick it up with your mouth, this isn't a wedding
Take that tail and sweep the bed out
There's work to be done once you get caught
Ferrying up and down your stream
Run...
Waves of pleasure and with so much force rolling over us
Maximized pleasure is considered a must
Our rivers are over flowing back into the mother source
Silt all in your hair, white foam in my beard
Dredging your depths as I scrape beneath your pier
Casting into the shallows because you're bedding
That's right pick it up with your mouth, this isn't a wedding
Take that tail and sweep the bed out
There's work to be done once you get caught
Ferrying up and down your stream
Run...
#sex
#water
#nature #lover
#nature #lover
318 reads
3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 3:46pm
19th Oct 2019 3:46pm
Not Quite Haiku
III
Damp earth
between
toes
Fog rises
above the
face of
the pond
like ghost
escaping
daybreak
IV
Bowl full
of
cherries
Red sweet
memories
of us
covered
in pink
blossoms
Damp earth
between
toes
Fog rises
above the
face of
the pond
like ghost
escaping
daybreak
IV
Bowl full
of
cherries
Red sweet
memories
of us
covered
in pink
blossoms
#earth
#water
#gratitude
489 reads
4 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
21st Sep 2021 11:10am
21st Sep 2021 11:10am
You belong to Me
You belong to Me,
said earth to water
You yearn to kiss the sky;
ready to lose your identity for her
But does she even
care for you
even though you wear her
shades of blue?
The stars adorn her
like glitters on her face
and the moon woos her
with his silvery serenade
She is the queen of the cosmos
beyond your reach
but I'm the warmth that you seek;
pressing you onto my bosom
far and deep.
The sun and the wind conspire
to take you away from me, ...
said earth to water
You yearn to kiss the sky;
ready to lose your identity for her
But does she even
care for you
even though you wear her
shades of blue?
The stars adorn her
like glitters on her face
and the moon woos her
with his silvery serenade
She is the queen of the cosmos
beyond your reach
but I'm the warmth that you seek;
pressing you onto my bosom
far and deep.
The sun and the wind conspire
to take you away from me, ...
#love
#earth
#sky
#water
#nature
1537 reads
60 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
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0 Comments
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