The SweetPea Book of Poetry Vol. 1

Jul 2020

Graff1980

Could it be
sweet dreams of thee
that break me
from the shell
and take me
from the hell
of ignorance.

As merry sprites
split in two
and come together
again in view
like night lights
or those flickering few
glow bug butts that
fly crookedly in the air.

Could it be soft stirrings
that bequeath
a wreath of
rapturous love.

As Puck surveys
a sunny to
rainy blue
beautiful day,
preparing
for the sharing
of tricks
he plans to play.

As cold skin
starts heating
with lust’s
full intent
and the furies
are tame
compared to
the passion
I bring you.

Oh Ariel
what a tempest,
in a midsummer’s dream.

As golden strands
of fantastic plans
unfurl,
I see the girl
who could be
my whole world
but she is
as imaginary
as all of Shakespeare’s’
strange characters.

#shakespeare #love #passion #trickster

Jul 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 540

Just passed that last blast
of winter’s wicked fury.

What a relief
to get some heat
cause I was tired of being
frozen.

Finally, here
seems like we cleared
spring
and jumped
straight into
the summer’s blue.

Sadly, this quarantine
has me catching
the fevers of cabin,
has my jets lagging
without ever flying
spiced with just a tinge
of unwanted crying.

Please no more storms,
please don’t get too warm.
Let this disease
finally pass by all of our
families.

Cause all that I want
is to come out of the house
and see all of you.

#quarantine #nature #life #melancholia #isolation #grief #loss #time #human #sorrow

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled

There is a wonder and beauty in uncertainty,
that sparkling unknown that unfold before us
making each moment precious
for its rarity and inability to repeat.
So, I hope it brings you joy and peace.

#time #life #wonder #beauty #diversity #novelty #art #expression #hope #love

Jun 2020

Graff1980

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Poems are tiny treasure boxes
just waiting to be unlocked,
freeing hidden gems
or growing light orbs
that glow from within.

They are tiny surprises
of unconscious minds
that finally realize
what writhes
and works its way
from behind the curtain.

They are how shadows sway
dance and play in a
wonderful word ballet
with rhyme and alliteration.

#art #poetry #passion #words #mind

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Otters

Brown
to graying
long whiskers waving
creature displaying
innocence playing.

It’s a youtube
rabbit hole
that I follow
to ease my
sorrowful soul,
that has been
swallowed
by this hollow
hateful
world.

A ten minute
diversion
from what is
so urgent
as cute and fluffy
kind of scruffy
otters eat
and live
playfully.

Soft
fur rubbing
adorableness
to counter
this
horribleness
I have witnessed
for most of
my life.

Sleeping
to swimming
squeaking
to running,
on the rock
sunning.

What a nice break
from the hate
I’ve seen.

Next stop
jungle sloths
hanging from
a tree.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

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I want to dull this
daily business
pain that hits us
minor misfits
with ballistic
bouncing *****
of depression
that fall
and bounce
right back
to jack slap
pain into
our red face,
as we are shamed
for our class
and unverifiable
race.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 516

She doesn’t know that I am obsessed.
Feeling desire’s fury, I am possessed,
with the sudden need that is freed
and makes me want to believe
there is somewhere we could be
together.

That the hours spent being observant
on the internet and in person,
has turned me into a pervert,
but I wouldn’t do anything to hurt
her pride or dignity.
In reality, I probably
won’t even bother bothering
this muscle queen that I have seen.

Wearing well developed shoulders,
She is pretty and pretty **** nice,
but I am one of those polite guys
that girls don’t bother to look at.

So, later on when she leaves,
I will hold open
the door at the gym
watching her float away
like a sweet breeze.
I will be quite pleased
if she even gifts me
a slight grin of gratitude
for my gentlemanly
behavior.

May 2020

Graff1980

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Gemini burns bright tonight,
sees a powerful light
piercing our gentle lives.

Twins skies scorched
by ice fire,
torched
by a devastating desire
to not expire.

Turquois to orange blazes
that guide us through
these strange mazes;

with sad glances
one twin fades
as the other one faces
grief,
and a similar onset
of eternal sleep.

Gemini falls quiet,
and her children blush
with the final flush,
then sees sweet shades
slip slowly away
from our face
and like ashes
we all fall down.

May 2020

Graff1980

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She’s got a heart
as warm as winter
permafrost,
or a cold artic cave
were adventurers get lost.

She’s got a body
like a Venus fly trap
and when you get caught
you’ll never come back;

But she has a mind
like Eden’s garden
beautiful with
an outer shell
that has hardened,
a place where
dreams expand
and thoughts demand
grand exploration,

but no one enters
this paradise
that her last lovers
departed.

Leaving all this grieving green
to remain forever unseen.

May 2020

Arcassin B

"burning wings"

By Arcassin Burnham

Shout , in my face,
That won't mean , I can hear you,
I'm , not a friend,
More than you,
Could ever know.
Pushing all the odds of being enlightened by your own hands,
understand,
Carrying you under flaming wings is my pleasure,
Take my burning wings as a good faith and good will my love,
I will always be deep in your heart,
Take me as I am searching and loathing for comfort but,
I can not find ways to start,
Silk , dressed in gold,
they won't hear , as your light shines,
Peace , comes in time,
As they go , deep in gallows..

Leave , but don't go,
Don't take long , I'll be waiting ,
You , could be free,
Shut me out,
I'll forgive you.
these major things that appear in our lives go by,
Mind over , lapping matter,
Remember love rules over all, and all things that,
Materialize , doesn't matter to you.

©abpoetry2020

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/05/burning-wings-original.html

#words #burn #wings #shine #waiting #angel #times #forgive #positive

May 2020

Graff1980

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I am pretty sure
that this pretty girl
is going to wreck
my fragile world.

I’ve spent a lifetime
hardening my skin
to keep anyone
from creeping in;

But my barriers
have been dropping,
and this lead heart
has stopped stopping
potential intruders.

I feel very vulnerable,
like she is going to go
and turn my armor plating
into something pliable
and I am liable
to let go of my old
cold septic skeptic soul.

She is a rush,
as my breath
exists thus,
what this addict craves
that which will enslave
as I cave
to her encroachment,

and we haven’t even
had our first date.

Apr 2020

Graff1980

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Here is the fun spot
where the sun stops
for tiny gum drops.

Where I try and
pick pink pockets
with candy droplets,
devouring
the souring
lemons candies,
whilst my tongue
lavishes love on
long lollipops.

Where candy corn
and other sweets adorn
the dreams I try to ignore
cause I am hungry for
what I should abhor.

Yes, I miss my sweet mistress
of caramel treats,
and the boatloads
of cotton candy
that is swirling in
a tricky web of
addiction for what
I unconsciously love.