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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:05pm
Yesterday 4:05pm
Vessels of Love
The thing about denial is that exclusivity makes him tremble like a leaf, and I quiver at the thought of him slipping through my fingers, without holding on as our mutual feelings underpin our dilemma, and neither of us want to part ways, knowing that he's everything that conjures and reawakens my spirit.
It’s as if my heart beats solely for him, alone, and I were the missing vowels that were in his name.
He wasn't an ordinary glass of milk, he was like a bubble gum rainbow flavoured milkshake that I savoured as he kept me full, and sated, in between long sips...
It’s as if my heart beats solely for him, alone, and I were the missing vowels that were in his name.
He wasn't an ordinary glass of milk, he was like a bubble gum rainbow flavoured milkshake that I savoured as he kept me full, and sated, in between long sips...
#love
28 reads
6 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
21st Jul 2018 2:07pm
21st Jul 2018 2:07pm
Such is Life
The vision of you in my dream last night, was haunting. I woke, only to remember the way we were, whilst in my lucid state.
I swear, you were lying right next to me as we spent what seems like days, together. The warmth of your breath trailing my flesh was phenomenal as we coiled upon one another.
Flesh upon flesh, forehead to forehead and breath to breath. Such a poignant moment that threaded us together. Sighs. It made me drift off again, just to see & feel you once again, on that plane.
The way our lives have unfolded, leaves...
I swear, you were lying right next to me as we spent what seems like days, together. The warmth of your breath trailing my flesh was phenomenal as we coiled upon one another.
Flesh upon flesh, forehead to forehead and breath to breath. Such a poignant moment that threaded us together. Sighs. It made me drift off again, just to see & feel you once again, on that plane.
The way our lives have unfolded, leaves...
#dreams
#lover
44 reads
5 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
21st Jul 2018 10:02am
21st Jul 2018 10:02am
Bukowski said never try
and he is right
when it comes
it is felt
by the heart
mind
body
soul
till you write it down
and out
out
on to the paper
where you see it
black/blue
wobbling, dancing on the white
it never says thank you
for it never is yours
you
just the bridge
the medium
the destinations
the hearts
minds
souls
the readers
they give it
the final form
and that is
the way it is
was
and will always be
i will add ...
when it comes
it is felt
by the heart
mind
body
soul
till you write it down
and out
out
on to the paper
where you see it
black/blue
wobbling, dancing on the white
it never says thank you
for it never is yours
you
just the bridge
the medium
the destinations
the hearts
minds
souls
the readers
they give it
the final form
and that is
the way it is
was
and will always be
i will add ...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
33 reads
6 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 8:16pm
18th Jul 2018 8:16pm
my bad
I dont have to explain myself...
I cant write poetry anyway.
I cant write poetry anyway.
#respect
38 reads
1 Comment
Transending_soul78
Donovan J.
Donovan J.
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 2:57pm
18th Jul 2018 2:57pm
Being Human
I am what most would call an average white man just based on my appearance. You should never judge a book by its cover…
Taking a risk of offending some people, I’ll say this; As one who follows Christianity, it’s said (and I believe) that miracles are worked through all people; good or bad. Nelson Mandela quoted the following: “No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its...
Taking a risk of offending some people, I’ll say this; As one who follows Christianity, it’s said (and I believe) that miracles are worked through all people; good or bad. Nelson Mandela quoted the following: “No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its...
#war
#HumanRights
24 reads
2 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 4:35am
16th Jul 2018 4:35am
"Friendship "
That's what friends are for?
Friendship is a place to be understood?
No friends?
I don't have many friends.
Who are friends?
Friendship is a lifeline.
Friends fight.
Healing hurts.
Friendships do, or don't, stay strong.
Little tricks we play on each other.
Prayer sometimes works.
"Lord, deliver me from my friends, i can handle my enemies. "
Friendship vs romance.
Friends and the hideous, horrible, scary, terrible, awful word, that can make the strong turn pale and sag at the knees.
Friendship rejection.
Friendship is a place to be understood?
No friends?
I don't have many friends.
Who are friends?
Friendship is a lifeline.
Friends fight.
Healing hurts.
Friendships do, or don't, stay strong.
Little tricks we play on each other.
Prayer sometimes works.
"Lord, deliver me from my friends, i can handle my enemies. "
Friendship vs romance.
Friends and the hideous, horrible, scary, terrible, awful word, that can make the strong turn pale and sag at the knees.
Friendship rejection.
#BestFriend
#friendship
21 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 3:46am
16th Jul 2018 3:46am
Opposites Attract
He’s drawn to the sparkling bright lights and congestion of the masses in the city, while I seek the calm in open fields where there aren’t any street lights as the twinkling nebulae provide a blanket to cover me as I gaze in awe at their vastness.
He loves to dress in a suit & tie, whilst others admire his expensive cuff links, and I’m happy to compliment his attire in a gorgeous dress, even though I’d rather be strolling along the beach barefoot with sunglasses, a skirt and a singlet, with the sea breeze enveloping me as I ground myself, in nature’s own.
He...
He loves to dress in a suit & tie, whilst others admire his expensive cuff links, and I’m happy to compliment his attire in a gorgeous dress, even though I’d rather be strolling along the beach barefoot with sunglasses, a skirt and a singlet, with the sea breeze enveloping me as I ground myself, in nature’s own.
He...
#memories
76 reads
4 Comments
Sumdumchik
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 7:53pm
15th Jul 2018 7:53pm
i dont remember
All these damn problems
Before all this started
Now so many get so mad
Over such little things....
It annoys me too.
Just think if they reversed
what was done
Maybe someone would act right and obey
Before all this started
Now so many get so mad
Over such little things....
It annoys me too.
Just think if they reversed
what was done
Maybe someone would act right and obey
#inspirational
28 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jul 2018 4:11am
14th Jul 2018 4:11am
Soft Whispers
If unspoken love is vacant then
something far more reaching
exists in the canopy of light
yet still cloaked within all that exists
in the darkness of his soft whispers
of all those beautiful sweet things
that invade ones waking thoughts
that novels us as being holistically divine.
Beyond the divining of raw desires
once set alight during a night
of ceaseless wondering
if truth was not the foundation
in a constant state of elation
then no amount of nourishing ...
something far more reaching
exists in the canopy of light
yet still cloaked within all that exists
in the darkness of his soft whispers
of all those beautiful sweet things
that invade ones waking thoughts
that novels us as being holistically divine.
Beyond the divining of raw desires
once set alight during a night
of ceaseless wondering
if truth was not the foundation
in a constant state of elation
then no amount of nourishing ...
#love
57 reads
1 Comment
archetype23
Poem Published
12th Jul 2018 4:41pm
12th Jul 2018 4:41pm
To Diane
1:10 AM (9 hours ago)
to Diane
Jane came by. I had a nice talk with her. She is a cool friend.
I'm O'K. Concerned about you, but I'm not worried. I know that you will be just fine.
The critters are fed, Chippette was wondering about you and I told her
that you would be back soon to talk to her on the little tree.
She said "but just for talkies, no petsies?"
we locked eyes for a moment as she telepathically explained that she was shy towards human contact.
and proceeded to nibble on a sunflower seed, staring at me with concern for...
to Diane
Jane came by. I had a nice talk with her. She is a cool friend.
I'm O'K. Concerned about you, but I'm not worried. I know that you will be just fine.
The critters are fed, Chippette was wondering about you and I told her
that you would be back soon to talk to her on the little tree.
She said "but just for talkies, no petsies?"
we locked eyes for a moment as she telepathically explained that she was shy towards human contact.
and proceeded to nibble on a sunflower seed, staring at me with concern for...
#strength
#hope
#courage
27 reads
0 Comments
Angelast1
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 11:16pm
11th Jul 2018 11:16pm
A good rooster
We used to have chickens, when we lived in Tucson. They would sleep on my lap when they were little chicks. I got to know each of their little chicken personalities and loved them like they were my kids. One of them turned out a rooster. Some people think roosters are bad dudes...horny little fucking machines. I have come to appreciate a good rooster like a good man. I raised mine with lots of love and yet taught him to respect me as the alpha. A good rooster, as mine was, will always call his hens when he finds some juicy bugs and lets them have first dibs on the goodies. He will be the last...
#love
#animals
#birds
37 reads
10 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 2:18pm
11th Jul 2018 2:18pm
Late Night Thoughts
With each breath that I draw, it becomes apparent that the two halves that made a whole, are tiny slivers of dreams and words left unspoken but known & felt; deeply, truly, intimately & infinitely.
How else could we have ever stumbled upon one another, if not for dreaming of one another, long before our worlds ever collided ?
Oft, I wonder what the last few years would've been like, if I were graced with your presence each morning & late at night before I closed my eyes to dream more, of you.
Distance, is a psychopathic...
How else could we have ever stumbled upon one another, if not for dreaming of one another, long before our worlds ever collided ?
Oft, I wonder what the last few years would've been like, if I were graced with your presence each morning & late at night before I closed my eyes to dream more, of you.
Distance, is a psychopathic...
#lover
67 reads
2 Comments
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