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cerrie-1
American Life 's not a paragraph
I know not what to say Or see As your tardy empathy Breathes along my sutured neck. Your lushness of waves hath borne Golden glimmers of fragrance too sweet That nerve endings fray. Smirk so softly into my soul Your pheromonal whispers So that dreams may weep syrup, So may my cheeks dew with sugar. Lusher are your fallacies Than your twirled smirks of incandescence; Lusher are your maladies Than your smoldered iridescent kisses.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Lush
Breathe my skin Caress my soul Taste my radiance Stir my unknowns Whisper your breadth Of benevolence so deep Cultivate my fields Of love you may reap
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Love #1
I knew not cold Until I called your shadow my home. Years have since passed But your cuts remain fresh, Leaving me haggard, Blind to my own radiance. We know each other no longer But you hold a place in my heart Born in jealousy, Reborn in hatred, With sharp pangs of love Which refuse to be drowned.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
I knew not cold
Do I taste of fresh-brewed sweetness Or of shattered remnants long longed for? Beneath the cloth that cloaks my hairs Can you smell the lust-laced jubilance? In the budding curvatures of my hips doth lie Your candy-colored promises. Do my sickly-sweetly-caramelized Whispers haunt your ears at night Whilst I pant not far above you? Your tastes buds scratch my jawline And deeply settle amongst my heartstrings, Pulling, stretching, strengthening; All the better to break them, Lovely. Do my stares of loving compare to aquatic depths, Their currents overflowing? Or do my inky irises hint at sultry Twirlings of her hair?
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
Do I Compare?
I long to leave my baggage in your void, Then stand atop the world Whilst I stare into the chasm ahead. I give you my sorrows and I lend you my hurt; Their everlasting bonds to myself I will break free.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Chasm
Fill my heart with sweetness And gauge our breadth of love. And write a melody Of you and I engulfed in waves Of serendipity. Write a sonnet filled with words That speak of our oblivion To all the hurting loneliness That dwells and thrives inside. Remind me of the times before In which I knew you not, When all was well but all was hell Within the scatters of myself That lay upon the stage Splayed out for judgement day. Remind me of the times before In which I knew you not, When I would sell my heart unknowing Of the pain that was to follow. Remind me of the times to come In which I love you not, When I'll let go of all of this mess And cease to cause further distress.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Remind Me of the Times
Alone I walked into the sea, Engulfed by amber waves of ecstasy, In which I crossed a boundary line Where I left my mind behind. I swam and swam until I tired Yearnning for something I’d never acquire- A thing that was the death of me. O, those amber waves of ecstasy, How they tossed and tore at my fragile being Attempting to show me what I was not seeing; Reaching for conclusion that would be freeing. Amber waves of ecstasy, Amber waves of ecstasy, Please come and drown me once again, Come deafen the screams within my head That crave to be released from me. O, amber waves of ecstasy, The fault of my errors lie with me. O, amber waves of ecstasy, Please show me how to set myself free.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
Amber Waves of Ecstasy
The Lollipop King, with his mighty staff, Flavored all the colors of the rainbow, Enticing me with what he has To places where I must not go. His lust-soaked pheromones masked with licorice Entice the hearts of the fair maidens of the land. While I too have fallen victim to his confectionary wishes, Of this courtship and this romance became something unplanned. I have now found my way into this lollipop dynasty, Becoming another member of this sisterhood of sugar. But the difference with me, if you’ll lean close, you see, Quoth the Lollipop King, “I do not want to lose her.” And always alone I’ll say to myself: When will his time come to place me on the shelf?
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
The Lollipop King