Sarah Spang Jun 2015
He told her she was pottery; a vase with grooves and cracks.
The patterns of the history she hid behind her back.

Within his words he layered in- like thread upon a loom-
The sweetest undercurrent to illuminate that gloom.

In certain cultures, he decreed, when pottery is cracked
They aggrandize them with gleaming gold to bring their splendor back

For they believe, with certainty, once damage has been wrought
Those tiny cracks, now filled with light, hold truths that can't be taught.
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Finally. I'd been striving for a one word poem. After achieving it, I wanted a no word poem. Here it is. I guess this is no longer mine, but ours.

"The Invisible Poem" was selected as the Daily.
I'm humbled... to say nothing.
But I believe a response is necessary.
To all those who liked, loved and commented, I say thank you. I've read all you've written, and most of it is very creative and complimentary.
There are others, detractors, who claim "Bullshit," etc.
Well of course, this only begs the question, "What is poetry?"
I can't answer that. I've written on it. But what I do know is what poetry should do. Its purpose.
If a poem should arouse emotions, bad or good, make people think, have people want to write, to express themselves (and I believe I'm on the mark here), then, anything can be a poem. Even a page with lines on it.
Thanks again to all the readers.
And if you're still pissed off, don't attack me... go after Elliot. :)
Psycho ONE Aug 2015
Fill me , fill me with your
strong bitter Tequila shot
or that hard smoky Whiskey
of yours , call me an addict
oh but huh who cares about
that psycho addiction of mine
546

To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it—
Block it up
With Other—and ’twill yawn the more—
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.
Tonight
I want to make love with you
With chocolate and cream
I want to rub
I want to eat my fill
Until my goddess feels
She has been worshiped
fully
Tongue whirling
turning your ripe pussy
into the temple of
sweet sensual fragrance
topped with cream
#tonight #chocolate #fill #goddess #worshiped #tongue #whirling #pussy #temple #sensual #fragrance #topped #cream
You fill me
With your love
You fill me

With your caring
You fill me
With your thoughts

You fill me
With your sharing
S R Mats Mar 2015
Can you not feel my happy mouth speak?
Reach with your fingertips.  Seek!

Until all the world falls into exquisite darkness
You will remain my spark.

The velvety richness of you next to me
Is like trying to fill a thimble with the deep blue sea.

It is too much.
When you are silent,
You give me a blank.
And boy, do I fill it.
I fill it with all of my fears.
I fill it with assumptions.
I fill it with the pain of my past.

When you give me a blank,
I fill it with worst case scenarios.
I get that knot in my stomach that tells me you're gonna give up on me any time now.

When you give me a blank,
I break my own heart.
So please, just talk to me.
Ameliorate Aug 2015
It's the allure of everything unknown that we find most desirable.
Taylor Jan 2013
i'm hungry       brought on
and eating                    by lack
    your words                     of nutrition
in attempts                                       so i'm
to fill                                            asking you
my empty                                                 as my
lonely self                                        human mother
but those                                                         to chew
words you                                      and regurgitate
spit like                                         something a
mother bird                               little more
do nothing                           satisfying
for my                       something a
screaming aches     little more
and pains           like love
Total work of fiction. If anything, I'm over-fed.
Long ago the sun filled this old house with poetry
inspired by our laughter.
We stood right here
by the fireplace taking pictures
to wake memories and move our hearts
with reasons
to hold hands once again.

We are now alone inside these rooms
where our hearts
endure the stampede of dissolving laughter
and I find that I want the sun
to fill this old house again with poetry
that sails inside
all that we are.

Oh, if only sounds of laughter like magic
would fill our hearts with warmth
and we could be as trees
that feel the flowers around their roots
perhaps then,
we could leave these rooms.

Then we could remember the pictures
we took by the fireplace
like a brisk prick
to what is lost and forgotten
and wake memories
that once again
fill this old house
with poetry.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
A-S Feb 2015
I want you to fight for me;
Show me what you want me to see.
Let it revive my heart, fill it with hope I'm not sure how much longer
I have to wait, to let you go.
-a.s
LN May 2014
I've been struggling to write.
My mind cannot quite decipher
what my heart feels.
Not all cracks in the pavement
have cultivated life along their destruction
so please bear with me
as I gather what is necessary
of words, and of love
to fill in the gaps inside.
meh
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