"gossimer" poems - Hello Poetry

Span the hour of dark intent, the raven's flight slips through the night. Phantom shadows dance by campfire light, and gossimer moonlight shines. Unseen footsteps heard in the dark, some black nightmare approaches.

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC

maxi-h

Campfire

Span the hour of dark intent, the raven's flight slips through the night. Phantom shadows dance by campfire light, and gossimer moonlight shines. Unseen footsteps heard in the dark, some black nightmare approaches.

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i lay down my vanities like oranges at the altar. i pour out my pride like water from the Krishna- sodden ribbon of faith runs around and over and through your hands and i lay down my face on your lap and i lay down my face on your map of the world and the oceans whisper under my ear and the future is a boxer inside of your chest throwing fist- bom, bom after fist- bom bom at the shadows on the wall. and i lay my faces down all five of them- six of them. and i lay them down to be eaten by the dogs. while they chew merry on my presentations, my false introductions. i look to the night sky of your face and it looks like it may rain. sorrow rain. snowflake fractals falling on my cheek- great rivers of regret and sorrow and restraint. i look up Rigel Kentaurus is shining from somewhere deep inside. and i find you, and i find my way around the black hole inside you and i move swift around the comet that is me. fire, fire, pieces of planets and fire fiercely forcing it's way through the universes until i finally hit a force stronger than i. i shed my clothes. as naked is the eyes that see me, true. i shed my pride. as forgiving is the soul that nurtures. i wear your adoration like cherry blossoms blooming i wear your eyes, i take them from you to see me, to see me and i do not disappoint. i am naked and beautiful and modest just as you said i would be. beautiful vessel the Gods choose well, so i lay my silks and finery at your feet. blossoms in the sacrificial bowl. let me lay, just a little longer, on your lap that is the world let me lay here while your hand of the softest gossimer fingertips rides the bumps in my spine. let me find myself in your lush silence and in this divine be forgiven- oh! That I find myself forgiven. sahn 1/19/2015

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC

slovesdisco

Prayer for the Foolish who Love Still

i lay down my vanities like oranges at the altar. i pour out my pride like water from the Krishna- sodden ribbon of faith runs around and over and through your hands and i lay down my face on your lap and i lay down my face on your map of the world and the oceans whisper under my ear and the future is a boxer inside of your chest throwing fist- bom, bom after fist- bom bom at the shadows on the wall. and i lay my faces down all five of them- six of them. and i lay them down to be eaten by the dogs. while they chew merry on my presentations, my false introductions. i look to the night sky of your face and it looks like it may rain. sorrow rain. snowflake fractals falling on my cheek- great rivers of regret and sorrow and restraint. i look up Rigel Kentaurus is shining from somewhere deep inside. and i find you, and i find my way around the black hole inside you and i move swift around the comet that is me. fire, fire, pieces of planets and fire fiercely forcing it's way through the universes until i finally hit a force stronger than i. i shed my clothes. as naked is the eyes that see me, true. i shed my pride. as forgiving is the soul that nurtures. i wear your adoration like cherry blossoms blooming i wear your eyes, i take them from you to see me, to see me and i do not disappoint. i am naked and beautiful and modest just as you said i would be. beautiful vessel the Gods choose well, so i lay my silks and finery at your feet. blossoms in the sacrificial bowl. let me lay, just a little longer, on your lap that is the world let me lay here while your hand of the softest gossimer fingertips rides the bumps in my spine. let me find myself in your lush silence and in this divine be forgiven- oh! That I find myself forgiven. sahn 1/19/2015

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I want reach out but words stick Glueing to the throat so thick i choke Cough and fail again What do I say What do I do I've tried so hard to forget But my eyes are not so blinded by love Not so clouded with desperation Fighting to hold on Failing to show you what could be If you had but let go Stopped kicking and screaming dragging your nails across the walls Of sanity Def to the what I felt What actions caused But the truth I'm not sure you want To feel as I have felt The zenith of my accumulation what I learned from the outside in Would most likely do you no good Would hurt you and hurt s me to feel again For I am removed from it but lost to it I let you into where others do not go Not my mother No not even the other You know as suridly as I know you will read this Know this And burn as I have burned at the realization You were there in the places that none could see Saw the raw integrity of all that I am And you ripped them Tore it from the socket those fragile things of beauty Sullied them like they were not worth the delicate wonder they had been Shining a rainbow gossimer of good humanity the raw feirce nature of what love should be Nieave as they were meant Forgiving and piercing they had lament They but flutter a sad representation A jaded remorse they have become wishing to be the butterfly that it once was.

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC

emmieluv101

Butterfly Lament

I want reach out but words stick Glueing to the throat so thick i choke Cough and fail again What do I say What do I do I've tried so hard to forget But my eyes are not so blinded by love Not so clouded with desperation Fighting to hold on Failing to show you what could be If you had but let go Stopped kicking and screaming dragging your nails across the walls Of sanity Def to the what I felt What actions caused But the truth I'm not sure you want To feel as I have felt The zenith of my accumulation what I learned from the outside in Would most likely do you no good Would hurt you and hurt s me to feel again For I am removed from it but lost to it I let you into where others do not go Not my mother No not even the other You know as suridly as I know you will read this Know this And burn as I have burned at the realization You were there in the places that none could see Saw the raw integrity of all that I am And you ripped them Tore it from the socket those fragile things of beauty Sullied them like they were not worth the delicate wonder they had been Shining a rainbow gossimer of good humanity the raw feirce nature of what love should be Nieave as they were meant Forgiving and piercing they had lament They but flutter a sad representation A jaded remorse they have become wishing to be the butterfly that it once was.

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