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I drift off to be found by my new reality, an amorphous existence where winds carry a challenging honesty,
the incarnation of rhythm itself

Amidst the breeze, I meditate
swaying in the rhythm,
my limbs become like quicksand,
a physical contemplation
of the depth of character

A quicksand entity,
I am the being who abides
the infidel to patiently infect,
and engulf,
A suffocation mentality
Aparna Jun 2021
reveries of sun-drenched prairies;
windswept under cottony clouds
golden-yellow in summery indolence
felt summery:)

Philip Connett Apr 2021
Stay well beautiful childs
Of this night
Of this night forever
My fragile child of strung silver white hair
And that air echoes forever
My silver child of the endless shores
My angel child sing for me
Of dreams and angel things
Stand strong in the evening wind
Bend as though an angel in prayer
And sing for me of the endless

You know it's times like these my child
Where I could spit in the wind
That I could break the evening waves
That like a light in the dark I'm searching for a way to go on
For I've got a reason but she's a distance away
It's been years of searching
The decades echo on
And I'm still here with my long hair and gnarled skin
But it's amazing what a woman can do
So I search on for you
And I'll make her hair the silver streams
And her body the cradle of the valley
And the rising mountain sides
And her lips the sweetest kiss for you
I'll make her ***** so soft and warm
And her voice of angel's harmony
And I'll scratch on in the darkness
Black with my claws until I find her flaws
Even and smooth and her love here just for you
And if I find her flaws
I don't care it's a wide world
And her smile like the sun
Like the gates in the mountainside
And may her river flow and slake our thirst
And if I find her flaws
I'll smooth them over for you
May her crown shine as though the radiance in the sky
And I shall dance in her fires
And her eyes rejoice for we are her lovers
May her breast heave with joy for we are her ones
And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you
And may her belly be deep and dire with the darkest lust for life
And love for me and you
And may her heart burst with love and stand true

As though the bend of that angel in prayer
And the song that sings on in the open air
I suppose this poem was really inspired by my dire requite for love, by my dire need for love and the ****** and Venusian allure typified in depiction by the beauty represented by my lovers - as though an effigy of Cythera's impart themselves.
Sara Kellie Jan 2021
Where is it that you find your wonder?
'neath the rainclouds with pitchfork
collecting lightning,
in thunder?
******* is king,
Ecstasy queen.
Phet is my thing
with morning caffeine.
Six days and five nights,
the things that I've seen.
The rabbits and spiders
in the *** noodle canteen.

Where is it that you find your wonder?
'neath the sun with secateurs
collecting the fruits
of agriculture.
Health is king,
love is queen.
In this new life,
sober this spring.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Old ways. New ways
Poetic T Sep 2020
I ******* words
     And *******
.     Stanzas..

And my *** face
      Is the ecstacy

Of the pleasurable
        After thought.

Is anyone else hungry...
Poetic T Jun 2020
Delirium taints the every
                     effort to motivate

All was elation, before it faded to
                a collection of false


My ecstasy is an overdose,
          and I'm flatlining with

every smile...
C May 2020
The English language knows no accurate
Of feeling
“In love”

Of the creeping smile
When they enter your head;
Of the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
When you lie together
Skin on skin,
A head on a shoulder
Nestled in.
Of the agony
Of parting ways –
Forever, or sometimes
Only for days.

L – O – V – E
Just one word.

Love for a child:
Love for a god:
Love for a parent:
Pet: Friend:
Love of house:
Love of home:
Love of sun,
Sea, fresh air!
Love for a partner:
Love for a lover;
They certainly bare traits
Of one another…
With a partner we may have
Real love;
Care, concern,
And sometimes we flash
That in-love feel:

Filled –

Can we not behold the beauty of
For what it is?
No pressure for the passion
To deepen into love,
No pressure to make plans
To obey systems we despise,
No next steps,
Heart wrecks
No expect-ations.

that creeping smile
When they enter your head;
And the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
Poetic T May 2020
Never trust an angel,
            as my demons
knew where there angelic
                               spot was.

And all you heard was,
              oh Jesus, oh Jesus
forgive me for I have …………………..
Faron Hymn Yang Apr 2020
life is a melody, a meandering song, exquisite and jarring, glorious and ruthless. we sit upon its strings, tightropes in a windstorm. better dance whilst you can before we all fall off into eternity.
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