#balm
a spiralling decant
spills in the sea
vapours of foam,
salt and sunbalm
wrap our souls
in the ephemera
of skin and bones
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
i came alive then died
my heart beat fluttered
i came so high and declined
no moment is forever
am i better off now?
did you answer my prayers?
could we get off the ground?
or stuck grounded here?
answers to questions i’ll never have
balm my pain no matter how venomous
gouge my brain that can’t let heaven slip
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
The air's too dry,
my lips chapped,
but no ordinary balm will do.
Why don't you wear it first,
let it melt into your warmth,
then let me steal it back,
until the taste of your lips
becomes my only addiction.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 7:05 PM UTC
the glass broke through my skin,
piercing my heart over and over.
the agony brought me to my knees
as I carefully removed the shards.
the wounds sting, craving relief,
from a soothing, cool, light balm.
I slowly apply it, closing my eyes
as it enters the wounds on my heart,
bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
The beach was inviting,
A balm to my stressed soul.
The salty ocean air was impish today,
It hugged me and caressed my dishevelled hair,
It even tried to lift my skirt above my knees but I held onto it tightly.
The young white waves came running towards me,
Giggling and splashing sea water over my toes and above my
ankles,
One large swell rolled me over and shouldered me under,
Drenched I played with the waves.
Soon I swam over to the bobbing boats to rest,
A seagull hovered over me before flying away.
Before the tide could recede I swam back to the shore,
I walked along the beach collecting shells which took my fancy ,
The warm sand was delighted to feel my bare feet. And as the sun went down the sky was splashed in peach and orange and purple colours,
The sun's warmth still lingered on me,
I decided to head home.
23/6/2020
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
Friends are our WiFi connection to life,
An ATM card in need,
A key that turns our sorrow into a smile,
A balm for our pain,
A moisturiser for our success,
Guardians of our secrets,
A rocking partner , a soulmate.
The foundation of a good marriage is friendship.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
"Clouds of Thought"
The muse arrives with familiar ease
And illumines the realm of inner view.
Quietly births a soulful breeze
Forms clouds of thought in purest hue.
How lifted do I tread and plod,
Humble receptacle, servant of God.
Each mortal frame a joy contains
That soothes the soul and heart to find.
A healing balm for worldly pains
A heavenly cleft from beastly mind.
Oh, how honored do we tread and plod,
Humble receptacles, servants of God.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Our doggie
needed a home
loves to play
brings her toys
cuddles up
brings such joy
to hurting hearts
a balm to us
fills that place
of pain
for her
for us.
Cynthia Jean 2017
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
Every ounce of pressure against my veins,
like the flood of heavy summer rains.
Trying to escape the coating of my flesh,
internal tensions I could not oppress.
I hear crickets, smell the morning dew.
All I can ever concentrate on is you.
Made to feel nervous but oh so calm,
sometimes even sweet like cherry lip balm.
A moment of combustion then release,
your tongue wanders onto my body, into a crease.
I'll never care if I get rich,
so ever long as you ease my twitch.
Stale smoke and the scent of butane,
breath seeps into me like a bloodstain.
You, a child at heart
and I, a freak into abstract art, like Ad Reinhardt.
What a fine creation, our own constellation,
an innovation, better than intoxication.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
fame
must be like
being embraced by
the several loving arms of strangers
all that love
a balm
for all the places
other strangers
have hurt you
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
-The north winds whistling through the eaves
-Your gritty mumblings in deep sleep
-The rain hitting the bedroom window
-Blown derbies upon the panes
These things brew an ointment,
which I will rub into my soul for eternity.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
poetry, you comforting solace!
balm, on the chapped lips of cracked hearts,
soothing salve on the conscience of guilt
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC