"erubescent" poems - Hello Poetry

Forgetting about that uptight blight. Emanate apathy Unapologetically. Cheers to you Baby Jesus, I'm all jacked up on pink Moscato; by noon. Without a clue of what to do Retreat to a beach For a gala beset by an erubescent sunset. What marry monarchs, All clinquant, in gold light All turn to heathens, in the night. Perpetually transfixed By a curious mix of Rhythmic eruptions & fevered delight Like fairies & nymphs Amidst the moon of misbehaving. Wondering eyes are tantalized You are luxurious, feral, **** boy personified. I was mystified by the wild & eroticized by the style. A Huckleberry Finn identical twin, ohhh but of course — You had a Porsche. But we were far from bonafide. All is well, Who really gives a **** about a relationship cuff… I was inherently drawn to the effervescence, of your soul. Together in disconnected bubbles Like a glass of champagne, Sparkling to the surface effortlessly. Daytime friends and nighttime lovers; Nympholepts in retrospect, Carefully tip-toeing around Blossoming curiously & compromising cantor. Over winsome side-long looks The burgundy hardtop drops down Into my body & out of my mind Tipsy daze were just foreplay For the passionate midnight sexcapades. A midsummer’s night moonlit dream Manifested midst the trysts of Spring. Every Sunday Drinking champagne, Not practicing self-restraint Sneaking into private estates Dive into the grotto pool. Worshiping the Sun, not the saint. My late night lover show me your wicked pagan birthright. Two lonely hearts bonded over confessions in the dark.

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC

NeonRobinson

Spring into Melancholy

Forgetting about that uptight blight. Emanate apathy Unapologetically. Cheers to you Baby Jesus, I'm all jacked up on pink Moscato; by noon. Without a clue of what to do Retreat to a beach For a gala beset by an erubescent sunset. What marry monarchs, All clinquant, in gold light All turn to heathens, in the night. Perpetually transfixed By a curious mix of Rhythmic eruptions & fevered delight Like fairies & nymphs Amidst the moon of misbehaving. Wondering eyes are tantalized You are luxurious, feral, **** boy personified. I was mystified by the wild & eroticized by the style. A Huckleberry Finn identical twin, ohhh but of course — You had a Porsche. But we were far from bonafide. All is well, Who really gives a **** about a relationship cuff… I was inherently drawn to the effervescence, of your soul. Together in disconnected bubbles Like a glass of champagne, Sparkling to the surface effortlessly. Daytime friends and nighttime lovers; Nympholepts in retrospect, Carefully tip-toeing around Blossoming curiously & compromising cantor. Over winsome side-long looks The burgundy hardtop drops down Into my body & out of my mind Tipsy daze were just foreplay For the passionate midnight sexcapades. A midsummer’s night moonlit dream Manifested midst the trysts of Spring. Every Sunday Drinking champagne, Not practicing self-restraint Sneaking into private estates Dive into the grotto pool. Worshiping the Sun, not the saint. My late night lover show me your wicked pagan birthright. Two lonely hearts bonded over confessions in the dark.

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She was thick, erubescent. Advised not to give her my eyes, I stared: she was haloed by the diaphanous seat which held me when she shifted. Flourishing fiercely, defiant, she glowered, staining porcelain like pink tipped damasks; a Fauvist impression. I believe if she’d had a tongue she would have screamed, scolded me for my selfishness- shrieking as the sorceress’ slain offspring. My heart cringing, heavy lids like two tomb doors shielding me like from her quiet contention, I summoned the scrubs to put her out.

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC

simpledeath

Epitaph.

She was thick, erubescent. Advised not to give her my eyes, I stared: she was haloed by the diaphanous seat which held me when she shifted. Flourishing fiercely, defiant, she glowered, staining porcelain like pink tipped damasks; a Fauvist impression. I believe if she’d had a tongue she would have screamed, scolded me for my selfishness- shrieking as the sorceress’ slain offspring. My heart cringing, heavy lids like two tomb doors shielding me like from her quiet contention, I summoned the scrubs to put her out.

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Threading tapestries the tethered sparrow laments the absent scream. Imbrued admissions of his Oedipal anguish clenched in callous fist spills claret. Erubescent sobriquets and uterine trauma blot leaves, and the pale palour first kissed, then rouged by rancour, a blush rose blooming faintly in the shade of vitriol.

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Jun 26, 2018

Jun 26, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC

simpledeath

Philomela.

Threading tapestries the tethered sparrow laments the absent scream. Imbrued admissions of his Oedipal anguish clenched in callous fist spills claret. Erubescent sobriquets and uterine trauma blot leaves, and the pale palour first kissed, then rouged by rancour, a blush rose blooming faintly in the shade of vitriol.

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