"greyblue" poems - Hello Poetry

After making love we hear footsteps, Quiet patter of bare feet on the finished oak floor makes us freeze. No more after-the-act pillow talk. I feel her skin prickle with fearful goosebumps, her breath catch in her chest. Her husband doesn’t know. As the slow beat of our hearts becomes erratic, They stop. Silence. The door creaks as its pushed open Ever. So. Slowly, Making me think of a bad horror movie. The greyblue sheets whisper Over our sweat damp skin as she clutches them to her ******* Her impenetrable shield, leaving me cold and exposed. I want to hide. Every atom in my body screams at me to do so. But I lay here, waiting for the creeping door to reveal the intruder. I listen to her whimper as he looks over us, sprawled across the bed. His eyes, her husband’s eyes, Are pinned on me and his face is flushed I assume with anger as he stalks towards me, Reaches for me. The bed sinks as he leans over me, Not saying a word.

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Nov 19, 2012

Nov 19, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC

momo

After Making Love We Hear Footsteps

After making love we hear footsteps, Quiet patter of bare feet on the finished oak floor makes us freeze. No more after-the-act pillow talk. I feel her skin prickle with fearful goosebumps, her breath catch in her chest. Her husband doesn’t know. As the slow beat of our hearts becomes erratic, They stop. Silence. The door creaks as its pushed open Ever. So. Slowly, Making me think of a bad horror movie. The greyblue sheets whisper Over our sweat damp skin as she clutches them to her ******* Her impenetrable shield, leaving me cold and exposed. I want to hide. Every atom in my body screams at me to do so. But I lay here, waiting for the creeping door to reveal the intruder. I listen to her whimper as he looks over us, sprawled across the bed. His eyes, her husband’s eyes, Are pinned on me and his face is flushed I assume with anger as he stalks towards me, Reaches for me. The bed sinks as he leans over me, Not saying a word.

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A white sheet of paper; But not for long Four old red stripes Enter quickly; followed By seven blue ones above And below the horizon -in no order yet Pastel green and greyblue Paint summer sky; Emerald And cobalt present themselves As ocean; last daylight Shines in sangria and ruby; reflecting In the blue spreading cosmos Turning the page ocean gets Darkest night and the sun Sails away on a red boat with A shining black sail, just like life

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May 6, 2018

May 6, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC

paaa

Sunset

A white sheet of paper; But not for long Four old red stripes Enter quickly; followed By seven blue ones above And below the horizon -in no order yet Pastel green and greyblue Paint summer sky; Emerald And cobalt present themselves As ocean; last daylight Shines in sangria and ruby; reflecting In the blue spreading cosmos Turning the page ocean gets Darkest night and the sun Sails away on a red boat with A shining black sail, just like life

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Greyblue overwhelms my eyes as fog and cloud covers the sand Stretching beside me I step forth, leaving family behind Lost in wonder. Salt intoxicates, tempts my nostrils Enticing my feet forward The coarse sand grows soft As it greets the water, Melting at its touch - my toes relish the taste- Natural Water rushing around me Below me Through me Rising as I willingly sink in The endless ocean hypnotizing me Like the sirens it holds, singing to The voyager within A voice, now not so sweet Stern, concerned, worried, -motherly- Calling me back, forming Crossroads to my young mind Amphibious A tadpole Drawn between reality and - safety? Pulled back The sand chafes my skin As I walk back to the world I know so well, And the future that remains a stranger.

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Jul 9, 2011

Jul 9, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC

kristin-easler

memory

Greyblue overwhelms my eyes as fog and cloud covers the sand Stretching beside me I step forth, leaving family behind Lost in wonder. Salt intoxicates, tempts my nostrils Enticing my feet forward The coarse sand grows soft As it greets the water, Melting at its touch - my toes relish the taste- Natural Water rushing around me Below me Through me Rising as I willingly sink in The endless ocean hypnotizing me Like the sirens it holds, singing to The voyager within A voice, now not so sweet Stern, concerned, worried, -motherly- Calling me back, forming Crossroads to my young mind Amphibious A tadpole Drawn between reality and - safety? Pulled back The sand chafes my skin As I walk back to the world I know so well, And the future that remains a stranger.

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