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Davis J Posey Oct 2024
A glimpse over the shoulder
A twinkle in the eye
A lasting thought of forever
So quickly passed by
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
Just slide the blade already
You're already killing me
Is it that you enjoy visual agony,
Carving up your trophy,
Watching the tragedy?
Maybe the key to your kink is "slowly"
Like you don't want to catch up with destiny
But can't pull yourself away from the debauchery

©2024
Jack Sep 2024
The needle of destiny weave through time,
As the thread of fate binds our heart,
Through every twist, through every bend,
It tighten, loosens, yet never ends,
A constant thread, a life it makes,
Yet the woven never breaks,
Each stitch, a promise softly laid,
Each knot, a sign of warmth conveyed,
For all the memoire made become a silk,
Forever bound two as one.
Erwinism Sep 2024
Not long ago
the twilight called you into her arms;
into to the depths of the unknown,
left your name in the care of this world
sweetest sound that leapt from your mother’s lips
and ours.
The tides where you are is unperturbed
by the mortal wind,
and in the clouds a garden sprawls
and thrives at the tip of its universe.
We can only imagine.
If such letter scribbled here shines a light; if our candles burn
may you find it a star in the night.


You are no more,
no more to share this borrowed life;
no more treading in the stream of time;
no more but with me still, stirring yet ever still,
shattered heart never heals.
as the last rays of the sun through the window of your room dim,
Your soul is lit up in our dreams,
as though a candle that eternally burns,
I bid time, return
for you my father had taken flight,
silence lingers in restless nights,
where you be, you be
for we shall have our time,
to reflect on this life; the endless sea
for too, shall we; in the crossroads meet the end of our journey: an inevitable destiny
and where you be, we be.
Daniel Tucker Jan 2017
listening as the
                          sea hears the
moon and sun
                    cascading flow or
pulling away
                               melded in
*******
                       tortured ecstasy
creating
                      a thousand words
for every birds
                                eye view

my body giving in
to
                               my mind
my soul somewhere
                                   in-between
silent worlds
                             of unseen eyes and  inward probing

               these neurotic bodies
swaying visceral waters 
                                 deeper currents not
complying  as yet in
                               this cosmic
****** of
                       light & darkness matter & void
                      affecting only the surface
pulling back
                          only waves
pushing them back
                to the ever-changing
shoreline

                       when affecting
only the surface  
                              it appears to
be dull monotony
                           at the beck and call of the
moon's every whim...
                                          oh  
and other orbs play
                    their part with her

but infinitely deeper
                   dramatic ebb and
flow
cannot be witnessed
                          by the seagull's gaze

the thoughts of the soul
                           are faint or nil
in the patterns of
                               vision-mind 

our bodies
                         listening to this galactic
dialogue seethe
                            in stagnant waters
when the mind like the
                       moon is all she
hears
or whatever brings
                          in a stronger
signal

we have taken her away
                            kept her estranged as
mutated cells eating away
                     conformed to the
image of an empty shell
                               of a neutral network
caught in a degenerative loop
                                  
a dense
gravitational pull slowly
                                leading her along
into the vortex of the
                                   absence of light

yet something our minds
                               cannot understand as
yet is developing
                     out of sight-mind   after
the imploding of her
                                  beautiful
mass

after
                  the burning-out of
countless worlds
                                     beyond
even the furthest reach
                               of the poetic
eye

a genesis beyond eden
                     attempting with
greater resolve to
                          orchestrate the divine
purpose of the
                       primeval garden
rearranged
                           and tuned to higher
******* harmony
                                  the new
birth of soul leading
                            body & mind
her voice
              being the gravitational orb
swaying visceral
                     waters and deeper currents
complying this
                              time around.
© 2017 Daniel Tucker

The human model of the predictable & the unpredictable
ebb & flow of worlds & universes
seen & unseen - known & unknown.
hidden microcosms inside & outside of us all.
Harry Aug 2024
You are
The four-leaf clover
That I search for
In gardens that spread
Vastly across the horizon
You are
The black swan
That swims so elegantly
Despite a world so cruel
You are
The shooting star
Across the midnight sky
That sparks hope
In the heart of
A boy who yearns
first poem
Hans Christian Aug 2024
Life has its way of revealing destiny
It could make you smile or suffer in agony
Because the ones that you expected to stay
Are sometimes the one destined to walk away

Once in our lives we thought someone is our forever
Until life did something as if it's saying "No" and "Never"
But always remember that no matter how painful fate is
It will lead you to the person you are destined to be with, if you're patient enough to wait for it.
He fell for her the moment he saw her at the Carnival. Entriguing, yet Mysterious, Enchanting, yet Seductive. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, like he was in a trance. He just had to get to know her. He wanted to get close to her. Curiosity kills the cat, and he was very curious to know who this mysterious woman was. It was something about her that he can't help but to be drawn to her. Like a Love spell was cast upon him.  So, he tried to follow her through the crowds of Happy People as he swiftly moved through the crowds trying to keep up, it seems as if she moved farther and farther. The more he moved the farther she moved. By the time he made it through the crowds to a clear distance, she was gone. He was disappointed. It had seemed as if she had suddenly dissipated into thin air. Was she really there or was he looking at a apparition only he can see, as if she was trying to get his attention??? He knows he not crazy, or that his mind is messing with him, He knows what he saw, like an Angel before his very eyes!!! She could've been an Angel in Disguise, He has No idea where she could've gone. Could He have been dreaming, Well, He is wide awake. That same night while sleeping, he sees her in his dreams, Is she trying to give him some type of message??? He just didn't understand. So, finally, He just forgot about her after some time. About a month or so later, he decided to stop by a Coffee shop for coffee before heading to work. As, he waited in line, something caught his attention, as he looked to the right, There she was, the mysterious woman from the Carnival!!! His eyes had widened, he just couldn't believe it. It was really her, sitting alone, enjoying her Caramel Macchatto. She felt his glance, looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back, he grabbed his coffee, and felt it was okay to approach her. So, he did, and he asked was it okay to sit down, and she said yes. Since discovery of her at the Carnival, they started talking. Come to find out, she's very distanced in the same area as he, and they have a lot in common. This to him was Love at first sight, He searched for her, and actually gave up trying to find her, however it was fate that brought them together ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


B.R.
Date: 8/13/2024
This is not a poem but a love story!! Sorry for it being so lengthy!!
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