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wren Apr 8
I.

We were arms and legs,
ruffled pillows and
twisted blankets
bare writhing bodies
reflected in a warped carnival mirror
glowing embers of a fallen star
Your strokes
tentative and wavering
in an unsteady tremolo

find me where the shy dawn
dare caress the black crystal waters
that sparkled so green
amidst cold oceans of metaphor
and warm, streaky peach jam skies

gift me, make me, break me, grant me
may i find nourishment and sustenance
in suckling the dripping honey
from your velvet rose-tinted lips
slake Your thirst
sate Your hunger
drink from these fountains
and eat from these briars
revel in my sanctum
but let no blessed water
pass my parched lips

i will etch soliloquies into the nape of your neck
i, the calligrapher, you my masterpiece
monet's soleil levant and water lilies
botticelli's map of hell and rorshach blots
i will find god in your twinkling sepia eyes
and repose in the contours of your body
chiseled with conviction bold
i will trace lines traced long ago
and discover you anew
lilting auroras behind these tired eyelids
sweet aubades of clotted maple cream
embroidered into the
buttery cashmere shearling
of Your lush being
knotted, blistering lilac and rose
in this churning ****** sea
of flames and sculpted ice

bold sensual soft
caress but never kiss
it's five a.m.
and i still can't sleep
we're out of time
there's no stopping what's to come
but the taste of jasmine white tea
still lingers on my tongue
i'm still shouting to the void
and playing piano in the brazen dark
~escapril prompt no. 1
~dedicated to a tayden and a david, and to a lana for seeing me through it all :)
~this will also probably become a part of dichotomy pt. 2
~"crystal water that sparkled so green" -- kipling's seal lullaby
~feedback much appreciated <3
I wear an old shade of red.
My belly is a wrinkled
skin of fruit.
I am no longer a ripe peach,
not even a blossom.
That my daughter is.
CasiDia Dec 2019
The gardener from thee-
a meager seed and humble need
a leaf within his reach
The spell enclosed,
apricot and peach.
Pineapple in bloom
No rose
No jessamine
Symbols of all interposed
With a flower so sweet,
like a blue eye
the gardener sighs.

"this Plant, is not mine."
Ssoho Dec 2019
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Mark Toney Oct 2019
Sweet, succulent Elberta Peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach
It's that time of year again
A peach to die for and then
I have to have another,
The ultimate peach, brother!
Sweet, succulent Elberta peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach
8/8/2018 - Poetry form: Octelle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Josiah Bates Oct 2019
The sky over peach hill
Was dulcet last I looked,
Without a hint of clammy March
In the middle of a bright July

The sky over peach hill
Had clouds surrounding the kites,
My girl and I would stare for hours
As hot-air balloons passed by

That sky over peach hill
Ever soft, ever sweet.
That was the place where I found
That life passes in a sigh

The peaches fell,
And august came.
My girl went away,
I was left behind.

The sky over peach hill
Looks a little darker now.
But I know once winter ends
The kites will fly again
Verse 1:

I know you're feeling
Upside down
Hey, aren't we all like
That some days

I see your waiting
For some help,
I hope you find that
Saving grace

Just know that
This time it,
It can't be me

You know I
Love you babe
But **** be craz

Zy

Chorus:

No I ii I'm
Not gonna to save you
Anymore

It's ti ii me
Someone showed you some
Thing more

Than a life in
And out of
Captivity

When are you going
To be your hero
To set your
Own Self free

No I ii I'm
Not gonna to save you
Anymore

Verse 2:

Got problems
Of my own
Can't be your peach

Been up and down
That well
Lived up on crazy beach

Too many rhymes
All the ****
Mind
Over
Matter
Skipping to a
Rapper named Dave

Chappelle *******
Like a rapper
Raps
Black
Leaking on to
White and *******

Up
Like Thomas
Mother-*******
Jefferson

Grandpa
To All
Us

Listening
To giants
Sitting
In a bee
House

Bowing to the
Queen Bee
Be
Blue
Joe Smith
Yo Smith like

I got the lights
I've seen the sights
Been to Mount Rushmore
Slept with a ****

Dave
Psychodrama
OWO

Got me twisted
Feeling sick and
Tired of saving

The same ****
Princess
Every time

Chorus:

No I ii I'm
Not gonna to save you
Anymore

It's ti ii me
Someone showed you some
Thing more

Than a life in
And out of
Captivity

When are you gonna
Be your own hero
To set your
Own self free

No I ii I'm
Not gonna to save you
Anymore

Verse 2:

Find your own story...
I've got my own story too
I can't be the Mario

Be the guy that always
Watching over you

Your not the only
One sitting with a crown
You know

It's time you
Went solo

Got your own show

Taste a star
You'll go far
Shine of
Rainbows

Sick of all
This back, forth
Up, down

It's time you
Run the Kingdom like
I run this town

Don't say
The N word
Though I'm not half black

I was
Raised by a mommy
Who blacker than black

She a Goddess
A sun
A reptile
A gun

She got tricks
Up her sleeve
Only black magic

Get
Her
Done

Farm boy raised
Mommy's vegan
But I love animals too
Much

Still
I'm trying
There dying
I know
But

Chorus:

Find your own story...
I've got my own story too
I can't be the one always
Watching over you

Your not the only
One sitting with a crown
You know

It's time you
Went solo
Got your own show

Taste a star
You'll go far
Shine of rainbows

Sick of all
This back, forth
Up, down

It's time you
Run the Kingdom like
I run this town

....
2nd draft
5:30 9/19/2019
Thanks folx
....
I always wanted to
Be a princess
For as long as I

Can remember I
Always picked
Princess Peach

In Mario Kart
In Super Smash Brothers
Everything

And as the little
Boy who always
Picked
The princess
To play it wasn't

Easy
Being
A Princess
Back
Then

Back in the
Basement
Just
Playing
Around
#nohomo

But I was
I was ****

And I needed
One out
One place that

Showed I was really
A Princess
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gracie Aug 2019
Who taught us to be so
reckless? I never kiss and tell
but we’re exhaling secrets like stars
into the night air. He’s laughing at my stories and
I’m taking in the sight: sun-kissed skin and
messy brown hair, peach chapstick lips parting slightly
when I press them to mine. Spontaneous Bravery. I‘m
catching him blush then falling face-first for a
stranger, the silly boy from the bagel shop but
Does he really see me?
the bruises and lonely eyes, hands
grasping at his t-shirt when he says goodnight.
a desperate creature. He’s standing so close but
I’m begging to be closer, please

I don’t want to be alone.
The
Princess
Trapped
In a tower
I built

Held
Captive
By her
Fear and hope
Not sure

Which
One scares
Her more
But one day
She must

Stop
Waiting
Cause no
One's coming
For her
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