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Demi Feb 2021
Lust is the pink pillow on my bed.
Plump, filled with unwashed thoughts.
At least they’re encased in dusky pink;
pleasant to the eye especially in the
golden minutes absorbed by sheer glass.

I want your head pressing
into the pillow, hard. Then your sleepy
breath will baptise the cotton after
sinful acts. I’ll preserve the dent you make
with the lovely weight of your skull.

I’ll surround the chasm with carnations.
Eventually, they’ll be a line outside my room.
Jealous tourists wanting to take pictures.
Lying on a borrowed bed,
With no pillow to help the rest.
I let my mind on a crest
and set on a dreamy night.

Dreamy night
indeed I do have.
A giant Cherub,
seated on a Crescent Moon
Playing on a Violin
A baby's lullaby
On a dreamy night.

Called to the music
My Soul travelled on;
with the sound of the music
Embedded with much hallucination.

A falsitude of life!
All seems to be a lie.
But it will last
only for a while;
as a dreamy night I lost
at the bite of a bug
cruel enough to share a bed.
you left me an ellipse
in loves conversing

your hand touched my cheek
the other, resting on my neck
and when you brought my ear close
you said,
"Forever comes tomorrow"
and we kissed

but forever came and went
and the tired lies we told one other
went to bed
so maybe I'll sleep a little too
Alina Dec 2020
And she lay, draped across her bed letting her own chaos engulf her till she had drowned in it all.

A.C.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Shook jaded soul asleep
Silenced with hazy thoughts
Never fear and fight the unknown
Ground quaking as images talked
Don't know what happens now
Skin is a canvas for dreams
These stained people and endured places
And weary worms bloomed from instinct
They figured out how to rule my nerves and muscles
Surrendered to the hearse in my head
Burning sunsets weigh down my nightmares
To floods that drown me in this bed
Day 28: Visit an online art gallery and write a poem inspired by a piece of artwork you find there

I chose Weight Of Dreams by Hyunju Kim which is beautiful

https://theartling.com/en/artwork/hyunju-kim-weight-of-dreams/
mark soltero Dec 2020
you
i waited for you
and it’s not fair to ask
but i’m astonished that you’ve waited too

no one seems to invest in anything
a risky bet is not for the faint of heart
years of agony have fixed that fear for me
no longer can i practice inaction
for the safe bet of sorrow
is waiting for me in bed

this morning you awoke before i did
the emptiness my bed provides me
repulsed me
and i can promise you that without you
my impulses will always have me search
for the parts of you in everything
like i did when i waited
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Don't tell lies
Don't play tricks

Not possible to do bad and be a good person

I am not God
It is not my place to judge
I am speaking from experience

I lie
I am being 100% honest

Sometimes I lie in bed at night
But that is the only lying I do
Traveler Dec 2020
In my waking
The chaos sinks
I waist no time
To stop and think

The moment is now
I ponder my world
My deadlines
My children
My special girl

Pet my dogs
Sip my coffee
Hit a bowl
Write a poem

Work out
Play guitar
Walk in nature
Off I go
To bed alone
Traveler Tim

I’m going to get a job one of these days...
NOT!
Àŧùl Nov 2020
Old will be my bed,
But
Memories will be undead.

The moments will be sensual,
And
The love we make will be consensual.

Oh my good girl,
Come to me,
Into a happier world, you I shall pull.
My HP Poem #1898
©Atul Kaushal
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