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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:05pm
Yesterday 5:05pm
initsiativa
are you busy looking for reasons to loathe life and the world?
are you busy looking for reasons to love life and the world?
какая свобода хранится внутри?
turn the heart inside-out and see
the pulp of life shakes loose
hot
hot
hot
hot
know
that...
are you busy looking for reasons to love life and the world?
какая свобода хранится внутри?
turn the heart inside-out and see
the pulp of life shakes loose
hot
hot
hot
hot
know
that...
#courage
#acceptance
#meditation
11 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 10:44pm
14th Jun 2019 10:44pm
PSYCHOACTIVE HALF MOON PRAYER (6-10-19, 9:09pm, Palm Springs, California)
another hot
mid june
southern
california desert
summer night
i walked
outside
up to my
condo apartments
pool
for my nightly
hot spa
soak
just after
taking
four hits
off my 420
vape pen
then
looking up
into
the velvety
dark
vast
deep bowl
of wide open
gaping
nights sky
i was immediately
swallowed
spellbound
enamored
by and with
the soft
milky salve
of smiling
near half moon
lights
frosted ...
mid june
southern
california desert
summer night
i walked
outside
up to my
condo apartments
pool
for my nightly
hot spa
soak
just after
taking
four hits
off my 420
vape pen
then
looking up
into
the velvety
dark
vast
deep bowl
of wide open
gaping
nights sky
i was immediately
swallowed
spellbound
enamored
by and with
the soft
milky salve
of smiling
near half moon
lights
frosted ...
#identity
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
10 reads
0 Comments
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 9:07am
14th Jun 2019 9:07am
drowning in the english summer
the rain is unfuckingrelenting. she is pulled back in like
uhh like scummy sea foam, like salty cum drops wriggling down the drain.
the water calls her by the name she chose.
after all a grey sky is just a very darkened blue; after all this time
so far from any river or lake
the tongue imagines a fall
to quench that ideation
and she loves falling,
i think
because she knows she's supposed to have wings
and that's how you learn.
uhh like scummy sea foam, like salty cum drops wriggling down the drain.
the water calls her by the name she chose.
after all a grey sky is just a very darkened blue; after all this time
so far from any river or lake
the tongue imagines a fall
to quench that ideation
and she loves falling,
i think
because she knows she's supposed to have wings
and that's how you learn.
#admiration
51 reads
5 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 4:31am
14th Jun 2019 4:31am
Balance Tipped
Reminders borne on angels' wings
of worth beyond what I can see
this blindness pushed to one side
when the simple then presides
these loving nudges against the bulk
of the pessimism in the self
mix of gloom and despair
melancholy is the refrain
blocking out the rays of hope
now imagined in history
chronology that’s replaced
without regard for consequence
a passing reference of remorse
perhaps the faith was made of smoke
the pressing doubt cries for help
day to night seeks resolve
it’s a darkness...
of worth beyond what I can see
this blindness pushed to one side
when the simple then presides
these loving nudges against the bulk
of the pessimism in the self
mix of gloom and despair
melancholy is the refrain
blocking out the rays of hope
now imagined in history
chronology that’s replaced
without regard for consequence
a passing reference of remorse
perhaps the faith was made of smoke
the pressing doubt cries for help
day to night seeks resolve
it’s a darkness...
#depression
23 reads
0 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 00:24am
14th Jun 2019 00:24am
Something Philosophical
We are already dead
just witnessing our deaths real time
which is why my time does not come cheap
just witnessing our deaths real time
which is why my time does not come cheap
#LifeAsAWriter
26 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 7:41am
13th Jun 2019 7:41am
sweet sins of my youth
i remember,
bitterly,
sweet sins of my youth,
when i broke
the Golden Rule
and kept the bigger half,
and measured out in secret
things that were
not mine to keep
while others weep.
even the truth i swallowed,
without mercy
for the hungry,
at whose expense
i gorged myself.
my truant days
were mischief-wise
for wayward paths,
the devil pulling me
beyond the gates
of paradise.
o how i haunted
helpless birds
and lizards
and buzzing bees,
while teachers taunted me ...
bitterly,
sweet sins of my youth,
when i broke
the Golden Rule
and kept the bigger half,
and measured out in secret
things that were
not mine to keep
while others weep.
even the truth i swallowed,
without mercy
for the hungry,
at whose expense
i gorged myself.
my truant days
were mischief-wise
for wayward paths,
the devil pulling me
beyond the gates
of paradise.
o how i haunted
helpless birds
and lizards
and buzzing bees,
while teachers taunted me ...
#childhood
#freedom
#morality
33 reads
12 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 10:02pm
12th Jun 2019 10:02pm
Removing Obstacles From Your Empath
The littlest beams of light can go
a long way in the night;
hold them just right like so
and oh! say
Can you can see
in every direction?
Liberating, ain't it?
Parses known from unknown;
strikes un from vocabulary
Forces of Darkness are farces
imaginary - monsters under bed
in closet, cluttering up head
trespassing mental properties -
no longer scary
But you're no good
you're no good, you're good
Baby, you're no good to others
when the flashlight you are
is...
a long way in the night;
hold them just right like so
and oh! say
Can you can see
in every direction?
Liberating, ain't it?
Parses known from unknown;
strikes un from vocabulary
Forces of Darkness are farces
imaginary - monsters under bed
in closet, cluttering up head
trespassing mental properties -
no longer scary
But you're no good
you're no good, you're good
Baby, you're no good to others
when the flashlight you are
is...
#happiness
68 reads
8 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 8:42pm
12th Jun 2019 8:42pm
She Drips Words
She drips her words like rain and aching cunts,
Her meter perfect, porn; she paints her art.
She's high class, mind of a geisha, She Wolf; hunts,
The detailed devils work in angel's heart.
A sonnet is her chosen poem form,
With words that coax the mind to sultry bliss.
I think of her wrists bound and panties torn,
Imagine strokes of tongue in stolen kiss.
A lover of the arts and sex, with words,
Each line she writes is perfectly controlled,
A banquet of delight like flight of birds,
She wraps her rhyme o'er peaks and folds. ...
Her meter perfect, porn; she paints her art.
She's high class, mind of a geisha, She Wolf; hunts,
The detailed devils work in angel's heart.
A sonnet is her chosen poem form,
With words that coax the mind to sultry bliss.
I think of her wrists bound and panties torn,
Imagine strokes of tongue in stolen kiss.
A lover of the arts and sex, with words,
Each line she writes is perfectly controlled,
A banquet of delight like flight of birds,
She wraps her rhyme o'er peaks and folds. ...
#inspirational
#admiration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
108 reads
19 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 5:56pm
12th Jun 2019 5:56pm
Newcastle, No Can Do
Sitting off the side of the steps
some corporate castle
casually sharing a drink
you know special sparkling apple juice
just laughter and positive smiles
The mood is interrupted
fuck wit wearing suit n tie
you can't sit here
this is private property
by the way i've called the police
no can do this
no can do that
then what the fuck
can you do my friend
in this town you call Newcastle
Down again smoking a joint
back quiet entrance
to some fucking department store ...
some corporate castle
casually sharing a drink
you know special sparkling apple juice
just laughter and positive smiles
The mood is interrupted
fuck wit wearing suit n tie
you can't sit here
this is private property
by the way i've called the police
no can do this
no can do that
then what the fuck
can you do my friend
in this town you call Newcastle
Down again smoking a joint
back quiet entrance
to some fucking department store ...
#corruption
#consumerism
#greed
32 reads
5 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 9:55am
12th Jun 2019 9:55am
CIVILIZATION
CIVILIZATION
Civilization, you were built
with a hammer, pen, and sword
through the people who had will
to get married and to spawn.
Those great people built and fought,
but got nervous and too old.
Children left their homes and streets,
filling those of poorest lands.
They have come with greatest force,
but their pen is of poor ink
with a hammer and sharp sword
to demolish not to build.
Men of brilliant walls and spires,
can you have new babes to stand
to defend what you have built
or just hide...
Civilization, you were built
with a hammer, pen, and sword
through the people who had will
to get married and to spawn.
Those great people built and fought,
but got nervous and too old.
Children left their homes and streets,
filling those of poorest lands.
They have come with greatest force,
but their pen is of poor ink
with a hammer and sharp sword
to demolish not to build.
Men of brilliant walls and spires,
can you have new babes to stand
to defend what you have built
or just hide...
#LifeCycle
20 reads
5 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 7:38am
12th Jun 2019 7:38am
The Goddess of DU -- - -For the Comp
I contemplate her many works
I ponder her many talents
And I am in awe
It is mana from heaven
Inspiration flows from her pen
And I am speechless
She has the voice of an angel
And sometimes a Hell's Angel
I listen intently to every word
She sings with her heart
With passion and love
Can't stop myself singing along
An accomplished musician
Is there anything she can't play
I am insanely jealous
A professional poetry performer ...
I ponder her many talents
And I am in awe
It is mana from heaven
Inspiration flows from her pen
And I am speechless
She has the voice of an angel
And sometimes a Hell's Angel
I listen intently to every word
She sings with her heart
With passion and love
Can't stop myself singing along
An accomplished musician
Is there anything she can't play
I am insanely jealous
A professional poetry performer ...
#BestFriend
#admiration
75 reads
9 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 6:39am
12th Jun 2019 6:39am
Umm Roars -- - -For the Comp
The ink hits the page
And instantly turns into
Wonderful artistry
Poems and Prose
They are few
But all are quality
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide
This awesome talent
Not prideful - she should be
In the shadows
But emanating light
And inspiration
I stand in awe
Viewing masterpiece artwork
Ink, paint, charcoal and pencil
She makes them come to life
Horses dance and strike a pose
Landscapes languish luxuriously
Speaking directly to the...
And instantly turns into
Wonderful artistry
Poems and Prose
They are few
But all are quality
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide
This awesome talent
Not prideful - she should be
In the shadows
But emanating light
And inspiration
I stand in awe
Viewing masterpiece artwork
Ink, paint, charcoal and pencil
She makes them come to life
Horses dance and strike a pose
Landscapes languish luxuriously
Speaking directly to the...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting
45 reads
6 Comments
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