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Mar 16 · 849
soft heart
soaks up loss
a sponge
to be rung out
used again

Jan 31 · 565
we are all
of the universe

that is why
we can't help
but look up

Oct 2022 · 783
I was born a carpenter

I have been patching holes
in the walls,
putting beams back in place
so that the whole building
does not crumble inward,
the way a dying star does,
all fire and dust
in empty space

my hands are tired
from holding up
the weight of my world
with these rusted tools

maybe the cracks
will let some light in

Oct 2022 · 1.8k
when we sleep
you wake me gently
to kiss me
tell me I'm beautiful
moon as our witness

that itself is a dream
I never want
to wake from

For my love 🤍
Sep 2022 · 901
You call me "honey"
you call her "honey"
you call us "honey"
are we a hive
ready to be plundered
a treat to be
ripped apart
feasted on
did you think we
would we all taste
so sweet on the tongue
did you think
none of us
would sting

Sep 2022 · 1.2k
feeling down
spun out
like a candy cloud
waiting to be

Jun 2022 · 878
I change shapes
With the moon
A pearl of white
A crescent smile
An empty shell
To hide in until the sun
Rolls in to shine on me

Apr 2022 · 731
The depth of love
Takes my breath away
It is an ocean
An eternal ebb and flow
Serene yet perilous
It writhes under my skin
Pulses in my veins
Overflows my heart
Pours into my soul
Filling me with
The depth of love

Love is overwhelming to me, always.
Apr 2022 · 813
There are those who would say
That grief is love
Transcending time and space
Yet my love, my grief
Seem to coexist in a state of turmoil
Each writhing over the other
In a constant bid to be felt
Love digs holes in my heart
In which to live
Grief buries it
Stomps the seeds
Deep into earthen heart
Tears play a lament in the soil
Yet love sprouts
Finds its way back to the light
Dazzles grief with golden petals
Holds it with hands of leaves
Shares in the sorrows
Of that not yet lost
They are one

Grief and love are the two feelings that weigh the heaviest on my mind, at all times. Sort of like walking through a fog, towards a light that never goes out, but only gets farther away.
Apr 2022 · 1.8k
Sky pt. 2 (dark)
Jewels on black velvet
Lonesome moon

This is part two of a two part set of Tilus poems I finished recently.

Tilus Format:
The Tilus format has two stanzas.
First stanza two lines; second stanza one line
Six syllables in first line, three syllables in second line, and one syllable for final line
So 10 syllables total
Apr 2022 · 1.7k
Sky pt. 1 (light)
Sunflower on azure
Clouds threaten

This is part one of a two part set of Tilus poems I finished recently.

Tilus Format:
First stanza two lines; second stanza one line
Six syllables in first line, three syllables in second line, and one syllable for final line
So 10 syllables total.
Mar 2022 · 1.2k
I used to choke
On flowery words
I could not bear
To rip the roots
From deep
In my throat
Yet I find now
That I have grown
Full fields of blooms
In my very chest
Only to pluck
Every single one
For you

Mar 2022 · 2.2k
You are a door
That I have
Never been able
To open
In a house
That was falling
Long before
I was born
The latch
Was broken
You lost the key
A long time ago

Mar 2022 · 1.1k
Butterscotch - Pleiades Poem
Butterscotch kisses
Buttered up lips
Blessings pressed
Blithely against
Breathless mouths

Only one word is allowed in the title followed by a single seven-line stanza. Each line must begin with the same letter as the title.
Jan 2022 · 616
We were thieves
That night,
Stealing kisses
In the moonlight,
A candle lit
To guide hands
And hearts

Jan 2022 · 198
Warm - Lanturne Format
Wind blows
Caresses cold

Lanturne is a Japanese form of poetry that consists of 5 lines, written to form the shape of a paper lantern. The syllable pattern in each line is 1,2,3,4,1 respectively.
Dec 2021 · 1.3k
Tears like honey
T­ears like honey

Dec 2021 · 536
I think it might be nice
To not want or be wanted

To not be an item to be grabbed
Or the hand that reaches out to hold

There is a simple sort
Of naive bliss
In being a wallflower

Never plucked and taken away
Another forgotten decoration
In a glass house

Nov 2021 · 800
While Mother Earth watches herself die,
Sees her fields fade to brown
And trees bare their bones,
We sit and watch frozen tears glisten
Falling from eyes gone grey and cloudy,
Covering the dead in a sheet of white
To wait patiently for the breath of rebirth

Nov 2021 · 585
Can I settle
In your heart,
A most fertile valley,
Let me fill
My lungs with you,
A breath of fresh air,
For I have been a wanderer
Traveling far and long
In search of someone
That felt like home

Nov 2021 · 1.0k
At times
I am a rabbit
In a snare
Desperate to exhange
Flesh and blood
For freedom,
With a need to
To escape
What binds me

Nov 2021 · 1.4k
When the leaves have all run red as blood
And trees stand empty-handed
Diamond snow will blanket all
A land, by winter, branded

Nov 2021 · 520
Some days
I am floating free
Swimming 'round my head
Nothing to weigh me down
To keep me glued to the ground

But then again,
I suppose it's alright
If I drift about
from time to time

Oct 2021 · 561
I will mend my broken soul
Using heartstrings
And gentle hands
To fasten it together
I will patch myself up
Sewing lovely words
Over lonely thoughts,
I will fill in the cracks
Where the light leaks out
And the cold seeps in
This house will be
A home someday
I will mend my broken soul

Oct 2021 · 1.9k
Words -Katuata
Some words taste sweeter
When dripped from your honeyed tongue
Onto sticky lips

Oct 2021 · 1.5k
I fold myself
Into beautiful shapes
And when I can't
Seem to unfurl
I tear myself apart

Sometimes it's just easier
To pick up a new piece of paper
White as freshly fallen snow
Something else to bend

Oct 2021 · 501
Floods in
Washes me away

Hay(na)ku is a 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three in the third. There are no restrictions beyond this.
Oct 2021 · 592
We stand inside
Stale air compartments
That we call apartments
Because we feel alone here

We spend our time
Earning daily bread
Feeding the constant dread
That wants to consume you

We see our lives
Plastered on screens
The eyes of machines
Ever watching us

We rip ourselves
From empty seats
Walking crowded streets
To find a sense of purpose

Oct 2021 · 1.4k
We watched
Melancholy pines
Paint silver moonlight
Into a velvet sky
Kept warm beside
A pensive fire

Oct 2021 · 1.2k
I want to sink
My teeth in deep
A pomegranate gush
You could be
Sweeter than honey
I could be
Satiated by this flesh

gnasche (n.) the intense desire to bite deeply into the forearm of someone you love
Oct 2021 · 639
Fata Organa
I glimpse something fleeting
On the stage behind your eyes
A dancer leaping from wing to wing
Sure footed in one motion
Yet stumbling into the next

The corners of your lips flutter
Butterflies ready to take flight
Held hostage in your nets
Sitting in wait of their freedom
Yearning to show their colors

fata organa (n.) a flash of real emotion glimpsed in someone sitting across from you
*From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows*
Oct 2021 · 410
How do
I hold you
With hands
That are not
Always my own

Oct 2021 · 652
With bated breaths
We exhale into crisp days
Cinnamon scented winds
Will carry tidings of cozy nights
As the trees drape themselves
In silks of red and gold,
Beacons in the foggy nights,
Wearing their best attire
In celebration of the harvest moon

n. a wistful omen of the first sign of autumn
Oct 2021 · 1.9k
When your eyes meet mine
I feel waves crash into me
Ocean meets earth here

Katuata is a Japanese poetic form that consists of 17 or 19 syllables arranged in three lines of either 5, 7, and 5 or 5, 7, and 7 syllables. The form was used for poems addressed to a lover, and a single katauta was considered incomplete or a half-poem.
Oct 2021 · 761
I just need some sleep

But I have to let it in again
Because it's getting ever louder
So I'll ease the rapping at the door
That tell-tale heart I can't ignore
And it lingers in my veins

Wandering these empty halls
It will blow out all the candles
And invite in the gloom
Darken each and every room
To make it more inviting

I will carry it around with me
Yet as empty as it feels
The weight only grows
And time never slows
But I will be fine

I just need some sleep

Sep 2021 · 576
Love will lift her skirts,
Dancing across
The deepest lines in the sand
Bounding over
The highest walls we've built
Holding her hands outstretched
To those in need of compassion,
Carrying those too weak
To learn the moves on their own
She watches the sands of time fall
With an understanding
That she is transcendent,
And so through it all,
Love will lift her skirts and dance
Love is the greatest conqueror.
Sep 2021 · 2.1k
If only I could stay
In labyrinths green
Ever wandering
In hallways of sunlight
Nothing more than
A lingering thought
Left floating through
Wooden minds and
Mossy corridors

Aug 2021 · 1.3k
Tell me,            
How can
Be so heavy?

Some days
The burden is lighter
A helping hand
Carries the weight
With a smile
Or maybe
I find a place
Where it would be safe
To leave it for a while

It always makes its way
Back into it's place
In the middle of me

Aug 2021 · 658
I am a hoarder
Of memories
Some of them
Adorn my walls
And some of them
Haunt the very halls
I seem to roam
Even when I feel
Oh, so tired

So I paint over them
Everything smeared
With colors astounding
Yet, somehow
They still manage
To fade to grey

Jul 2021 · 869
Often, I find myself wandering this hall

These empty walls feel
Familiar to me
Like looking into a mirror

Cobweb thoughts still hang in corners

I never come here to tidy up
Only to leave
More footprints in the dust

I walk into these little rooms

Places that are always
Easy to find
Why do I have trouble leaving

The doors don't lock around here

Jul 2021 · 4.8k
Your name rests
Between my lips
Like a prayer
Or maybe
Something sweeter
Dripping off the
Tip of my tongue

Jul 2021 · 1.4k
Wandering into night's embrace,
The moon will guide your way
As you look up to the sky,
See the trees begin to sway
You're following a feeling
You can hear it in your heart
Though this life is at it's end,
A delicious one will start
Your invitation glows ahead
A brightly burning pyre,
Silhouettes dance 'round it
Howling chants into the fire
Writhing bodies greet you,
Introduce you to this boon
As you step into the circle
'Neath the hanging crystal moon
A sacrament will soon begin
As Writhing forms reach deep within
Souls weave together through inner power
The overwhelming magic of the witching hour

Jul 2021 · 494
It's getting late in the day

Silence lingers heavily here
Where gleaming fingertips
Dig into scarred horizons
Running red with the light of a dying sun

Open-air hallways full of empty windows
Reflect what is left of the day
Into the faces of passersby

The only warmth they will find here

Eyes without faces march in lines
Parallel to uneven streets leading them
To places where illumination
Is only a figment of the imagination

Jul 2021 · 443
While daydreams reverberate
Off of blockade brains
We sit in wooden cages
Our painted faces
Plastered in melting windows

We watch pale skies
While waiting for rain
Or maybe the atom's apple
To break the monotony
Of thinking about the end

Jul 2021 · 543
I'm lost in a trance
Caught in a dance
With memories abound
All twirling around
So light on their feet
And when we meet
Feelings take flight
Oh, what a sight
Reliving within me
A life only I see

Jul 2021 · 532
I have spent
too many days and nights
on broken things
out of pocket expenses
given too freely
to those begging
for any amount of
someone else to get them by

I was spare change
jingling in hands
too full of nothing
to be so very heavy

Jun 2021 · 408
Passing through
Many hands
And many minds
Ever hiding
Around the corners
In the rooms
I'm trying to escape

Always the name
Perched on too many lips
Demanding penance
For crimes committed
Against myself

Voices fill
Empty chambers
Loaded, as bullets
Into mouths, like guns
Howling their grievances
Into open ears

Will it ever be

Jun 2021 · 1.6k
Take me with you
when you depart
when your stars go

will you carry me
into darkest nights
Wrapped up in galaxies

© FaerieFoxPoetry
Jun 2021 · 2.1k
Take me to kneel
At mountain monuments
Towers to the heavens
Casting their shadows
On the sinners below

Take me to rest
In forests pristine
Reliquaries for souls
Who wander dreaming
Through many bountiful arms

Take me to purify
In oceans tumultuous
Let me cleanse myself
In the deepest wells
Primeval founts of life

Jun 2021 · 667
Cobweb corners
House friends of
Crooked faces
Watching from
Lopsided frames
Half covering holes
Gaping wounds
In these walls
Left haunted

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