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Did you know when you posed for that photo
That it would represent my sincerest dreams?
Did you know, posing, letting yourself go
That you would represent all of love's themes?

There's a picture I can't look away from
With simplicity of your innocence.
There's a picture of what love can become
With simplicity, strength and elegance.

Your lines and curves and perfection of shape
Transport my soul and take hold of my gaze.
Your lines of your chest o'er shoulder and nape
Transport my soul to see beauty and praise.

You are the picture I paint in my head
Of beauty that only exists in thought.
You are the picture I dream of in bed.
Of beauty that I have forever thought.
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English Jam Oct 2018
An orange sun shimmering with heat
Blankets its cloud all over our heads
Your eyes fill with wonder and stars
Gazing at the trees unevenly spread
We talk of fantasies and breathless sighs
And romance we have never known
While all the butterflies vibrate with ecstasy
And the sky, into our heads, is sewn

Little crystals melt on our tongues
Honey dripped bees infect our sights
Faintly, on the other side of the desert
Our threat awaits, patient as night
Orange sun begins to paint the world
As leaves fall like words murmured
Buzzing hummingbirds cry out in alarm
And the edge of our vision is blurred
Shannon Spivey Oct 2018
What if you kissed me
What if I wanted you to
I put these ideas in my mind
Knowing I’ll never follow them through
You’re my favorite idea
But you’ll never leave my head
Why are you in my thoughts
And not in my bed
I’m only talk
But this is no game
Are these feelings real
Or a figment of imagination in my brain
Your eye contact
It sets me on fire
Your lips on mine
Is what I desire
09/21/2017
Jennifer DeLong Oct 2018
Breath your scent onto me
I wish to taste you
I wish for you to show me
With your dragon eyes
Burn me with your fire
Let the passion fire red
Take us where only lovers go
With your wings wisp me up
Wrap tight hold me close
Let your skin become mine
Let us be where's our world
for us can only flee..
Come my dragon lover
Take me to your den
Where our passions
can burn fire red
© Jennifer Delong 10/26/18
Wynter Oct 2018
Confusion in life is normal.
Everyone has experienced the maw
Of life devouring our senses.
The beat and rhythm of fantasy
May come bittersweet in the end
Or may not come at all,
But what's important is to enjoy
Every aspect of life from
The spectrum of one's own death
To the graceful and yet elusive
Happy ending.
My poems here are not updated. Real life caught up. But everything is on my tumblr (darthkeso) and instagram (cheesuscheesus).
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 1: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2710367/i/
Part 2: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2710419/ii/
Part 3: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2711675/iii/
Part 4: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2713444/iv/
Part 5: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2713448/v/

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Part 6: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714709/vi/
Part 7: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714790/vii/
Part 8: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714797/viii/
Part 9: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714823/ix/
Part 10: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714873/x/

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Part 11: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2724124/xi/
Part 12: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2724126/xii/
Part 13: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2727389/xiii/
Part 14: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2727395/xiv/
Part 15: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739513/xv/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 16: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739514/xvi/
Part 17: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739516/xvii/
Part 18: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739519/xviii/
Finally, I've got a little more free time!
I'm surprised I got 18 parts! This is the longest freeverse I've ever written! ^^
But I'm feeling inspired, at last! I'll be updating this story in
the next few days so in the meantime,
here are the links of the parts should you need to reread!
Thank you everyone for being so patient
with me! Truly!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
Cut the wrist of a Vampire Unicorn,
and She bled glitter,
but what do you except,
when I’m the Black Sheep of the litter,

not a runt though,
no stunts bro,
just real life right now,
just a blatant looting with more in store,

like a city of broken dreams,
post natural disaster,
when every silenced person,
finally gets everything they ever asked for,

and or,
everything they ever thought they wanted,
and I think She might be The Devil,
but then again maybe She’s a Godsend,

because she feels like a blessing,
especially when she’s *******,
and she’s not a priest and I’m not on my knees,
but still to her all my sins I’m confessing,

it’s all lessons,

so what did I learn,
when I saw her spill herself all over me,
and I was left with nothing once the sun rose,
except the mess in my bed she left behind for me to clean,

I guess that’s what you get when you cut the wrist of a Vampire Unicorn,
and She bleeds glitter,
but what did you except,
when you’re the Black Sheep of the litter,

not a runt though,
no stunts bro,
just real life right now,
just a blatant looting with more in store…

∆ LaLux ∆
Wordsmith Oct 2018
Day by day I fritter away
Observing decorum as best I may
Meet me as you meet — reserved somebody
Leave me as you leave — dull nobody

Dreary, weary, listless, spiritless
A resting spirit clamours to emerge
Unguided, wild, free and seeking
Boldly defying reserved somebody

But how, just how do I unleash this defiant spirit
For it is to cross all conceivable limits
Oh but a mask, of course a mask!
The perfect accessory for this task!

Careless of propriety
Boastful of daring
Acting against my will
Or in tandem with it?

This mask — just now I can't discern
Ponder I do with great concern
Does it shield my identity
Or render truth to it?

So now just what fun in masks
One may ponderously ask

Masks, bring to life fantasy
Fantasy, a realm of our reality
Reality, wherein lies multiplicity
Multiplicity, within each individuality
This poem takes a different view on a mask. Does it shield who we are? Or does it allow us to be who we truly are?

Isn't it ironic fantasy too is part of human reality? A realm revealing psychological truths.

Masks addresses the various facets of a personality. Our fragmented identities. Multiplicity in individualities.

Halloween is round the corner. If you had the chance, who would be the Hyde to your Jekyll?
Aa Harvey Oct 2018
A sleeping dragon


Beneath the ground there lives a beast.
For aeon’s it has lain asleep,
Upon the bones of those it defeats.
The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath.


The firelight in only darkness.
The ghost of old, it’s only witness.
A beast so foul, so pitiless,
Has killed a thousand men in a thousand feet deep pit.


It waits in slumber, further under,
The kingdom beneath which it constantly plunders.
A fire in the sky at midnight,
Alerts the keepers of the last kings keep.
The beast has been awoken after a hundred years’ sleep
And although it cannot be seen, it screams through the air,
Breathing fear, which destroys the hope of every man,
Who still has a care.


Now none will fight or lend a hand
And all but one are stood in silence.
The king listens to the chosen, his guards his only violence,
Against a demon which strikes such fear;
It has done so for many years.


But now at last there stands the hero.
Never more will he hold a purse of zero,
For riches have been promised by the King,
To any man who may slay the thing which sleeps beneath.


The curse upon the peaceful land,
For many a moon, but now this man,
Shall lead his band of many men to slay the beast,
Or until they are deceased.
So until the beasts’ heart beats no more,
The day has come…
To victory!
Or…


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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