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TURTLE DOVE
A turtle dove
I landed on your chest
widened the jagged crack
Your Heart chambers shivered
quiet silver ripples in a
tender Garden of Eden
Watching me, your son
clapped his hands in orange glee
I sought some breadcrumbs
which I found upon your stable sea
I was vanquished by the I
Within your I
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2017
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
You gave me a boat—
A boat made of paper.
You painted it blue,
I preferred green.
You poor soul, couldn’t have known
Oh, You gave me a boat—
I said it was perfect,
And I knew it was paper,
Yes, I swear I did.
But I put it in the water,
Even quickly named it June,
A quiet way to remember
The day you forgot soon
And I knew it was melting—
And I know you did too
But god gave me a heart
Gave you one too
Though yours is for beating
And mine is to feel
Still—
I went in the boat,
Oh, I didn’t want fighting.
A few feet later,
I felt the water flow.
I swam to the shore,
And yes, I saw you laughing—
But still, I swam to you,
For I could not call for help
Help from the warm murky water
No I will not anger you.
And I didn’t choose to drown,
For I cannot bear it.
Bear to see you suffer,
Like I would have for you.
Though you do not deserve it,
And not for forever— I hope
I swim back to you
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
A twisty dead tree
Stares back at me
And ask me why
Just before its foliage fell
I lied and said ‘it’s fine’
Yet, I knew it had its time
And days went by
Green fades to grey
Grey fell to gravity;
The world ugliest feathers
Still I said ‘it’s fine’
With hope in my tone
As I saw a little green left
Bark now exposed,
Beautiful but bear,
I remember the times not long ago
Where I chained it with wire
Forced it to bend
And twist
And turn
And formed it into a beautiful thing
So little.
So careful.
Still now, as it wilts,
My hope doesn’t waver.
I flood it like an ocean
Give it soil it would savor
And sit back to watch
Will it grow back again?
Or will I never make amends?
I love a dead thing.
Long ago alive
And I tread it better now
After losing it to love
I love a dead thing.
Once so full of life
Gambled for desire
It’s life was on the wire
And it fell
I love a dead thing.
And seeing it’s turns reminds me of the time
And seeing it’s twists reminds me of him
And the pain he had brought
When he bought me this ***
And perfect little tree
So straight and too little
Look what it’s become
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 7:57 PM UTC
To me,
My words,
Are my thoughts.
Milk in a pan drifting,
Lazily in mexican waves,
On tiptoes with fingertips,
Stroking the three litre line.
to you
my words are
the time you blinked
and clots of milk swelled into pregnant pufferfishes
and a siren hissed incessant incantions you swore fate birthed to hex your mind
and a trident foamed at the mouth relishing the theft of nature's permission to shapeshift into a lightening bolt and to zap your stove a blistering white in three times ten to the eight metres per second
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
You are the task
that would overwhelmingly
identify my voice range.
You are the response
that would screen
and leverage my multiple inputs.
I’m the header and footer
that would automatically work
across devices.
I’m are the hub
that would impact
all your on-the-go moves.
Considering this,
all I say is you are my E2E.
((E2E: Extended Experience trying to make Integrative))
© Feelings Coated
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
We are told what a tiger is
From the moment we can listen:
Picture books, poetry, songs and stories,
A thousand ways to show this thing
That few of us will ever see.
We grow older, the stories darker:
The tigers will hunt us, beautiful, terrifying
If we dare to step outside borders
Set by those from a time where they were inevitable,
A promise, guaranteed, that someday they would come.
We dream of the day that they find us,
Make a meal of our fragile bodies,
Leave nothing but bones and torn-up cloth,
Vanish into the night to sleep us away.
We tell ourselves the only way to live,
Is to be meat in the stomach of a predator,
The way it is and always will be.
If we had not been told of tigers,
Would they be as real as now?
Or would they remain nothing
But an amber-striped thought
Stalking the edges of our cities in the dark?
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
Demonic you with mischief in your bones,
Sacred the pyres in which you were born,
Fire and brimstone
And chaos is your blood.
In Lilim you wrote
In a black book of ashes,
To torture the souls
As you destroy your own
Unraveling secrets and pain in the process,
Mitigating it lightly, then
Swimming with the dark.
Oh, Demon,
A promise I made you
A century ago.
Oh, Daughter of Lilith,
All the wars in your eyes
And battlefields in your blood
Made you into a demon
Much better and strong.
Oh, Child,
Your destiny is to serve Beelzebub,
The Prince of all Demons,
His kingdom, his laws,
And it's hard to survive with the Devil in tow,
But you, Little Hellion,
Will cut his wings off.
So go,
Give them hell, Kid,
'Cause there they belong.
Their sins feed the fires as flesh turn to smoke,
And screams turn to ashes
As you torture them all.
In the pyres of Hell,
Little Hellion,
Be strong.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
when my guilt found the spare key
my condolences became roommates
who never pay their rent.
living with the ghost of shame
changes one's routine;
toothpaste
tastes like apologies-
and isolation
smells like your cologne.
ive become an innkeeper,
a host,
for the parts of others
they insist on banishing.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
All aglow we were
from the smoldering
ember of love within.
Each felt the warmth
loving hearts exude
when we all were
in an extended embrace.
Then we heard love
singing to us sans words
"None of you would
feel complete
without the others
in this web of love
hereafter"
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
I used to flip through my pages
Scanning
There were some interesting points
Some high, some low, some kind of just sitting in-between after the good and the bad cancelled each other out, but mostly I
Skimmed by,
Until I met you,
You can't be summed up, there's too much to you, you're too rich, too deep
Too interesting to be confined to a few measly paragraphs and sped-read through
You deserve attention, you deserve time,
And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I realize you're the entire book, the entire story in beautiful, vivid detail.
I'm going to take my time getting to the end of you, and I dog-eared the page where you entered my heart, so that if I ever forget how it feels to fall for you, I can go back to the start
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Moonlit eyes reflected on still, icy water
They draw me in
Into those deep blue depths I wander,
I dissolve into fragments of our memories
as I wade through your visions,
I see myself from the back line of your heart
and with salty tears,
I distort the perfect mirror of your eyes
Questions ripple out from the source:
How do you see such beauty in something so cruel
Why do you stay there in that storm that bites and claws at your soul
Don't you know why storms are named after people
My love does not know release
My love is desperate, unapologetic,
it will clutch you back every time you reach for the shore
But you are stronger than the tides
Gravitational pull has no power over your will
So what force is this that binds you to the idea
of this endless body of water
Have the sirens whispered sweet lies of true love
and other treasures buried deep in these dark waters
Or is the idea of drowning seeming sweeter than regret
Either way, be sure that I will destroy you in the most beautiful way
and the shipwreck I cause will mark every place with our memories
You will taste me forever like salty blood in your mouth
And your bright eyes will haunt me until the day I run dry
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
So many people have walked out this door
That the hinges have begun to creak
They remind me of long-lost ghosts
With every rusty, grating squeak
The **** is loose from overuse
I've wasted time they can't retrieve
With such a cold an empty house
It's no wonder why they leave
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
I am an orchid in a garden of roses A chess piece in a checkers set I open the doors everybody closes I smile at things everybody frowns at
I am alone,unique and different What I see vital no one else sees as important I stray from the beaten path And for this I face the majority's wrath
Being different is a lonely affair When you need a hand,no one is there For everyone else fears what they don't understand And thus won't lend a helping hand
I am alone Just me against the world But I wish I had someone of my own A lover,friend or companion
For I am an orchid in a garden of roses A chess piece in a checkers set I open the doors everybody closes I smile at things everybody frowns at
Loneliness is my fate For the world has come to a state What they hate Is what I am, an Outlander
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
I can't stop thinking,
About the way
Her hand touched mine.
I can't stop thinking,
About the place
Where he made me cry.
I can't stop thinking,
The voices
They're getting too loud.
I can't stop drinking,
Every time
I hear her name.
I can't stop sleeping,
More and more
Hour after hour.
I can't stop dreaming,
The hellish nightmares
That have become reality.
I can't stop writing,
Until I've gotten
My reason pointed out.
I can't stop thinking,
About how no one
Will notice I'm gone.
I can't stop breathing.
No, wait.
yes I can.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Plastic pearls perched on polyester peaks.
Silk is strewn underneath the underneath.
Darling, it's natural for us to freak.
An earthly eclipse crying from below.
All sound vanquished as I reach for the sheath.
It's finished, diamonds dun, it's time to go.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC