"lucian" poems - Hello Poetry

I had thanksgiving with my St. Lucian family, my loud, unapologetic, laughs-too-loud, generation-gap homemade *** heads in phones, blasting dancehall music old ladies dancing clap-back talk-back family. "Play us a song", my cousin and I sent to my room to play jazz chords, I finger along clumsily. He's in college and his dark eyes close, fingers sliding up and down the frets, frowning in concentration, cursing quietly at a missed note. My islander family comes over and prompts impromptu drinking games, "I'm not looking, I saw nothing", I lick a bit of vanilla ***** from my mother's shot glass, alcohol becomes a family affair, it takes away the danger and the stigma and throws a friendly, lovely light on a vice. It's raining, it's cold, islanders do not belong on a Kansas porch smoking cigarettes in the dark rain. I light candles on the wall. They all outlast their welcome, between four and a half hours of transition from uncomfortable "i don't remember your name", put on the spot, only-child-becomes-one-of-several to discussing baby names and family gossip, they all wrap up their food slaved over at nine am, they all troop out the door, they take their coats, they leave their wide smiles with us until next time.

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC

snarkysparkles

St. Lucia Thanksgiving

I had thanksgiving with my St. Lucian family, my loud, unapologetic, laughs-too-loud, generation-gap homemade *** heads in phones, blasting dancehall music old ladies dancing clap-back talk-back family. "Play us a song", my cousin and I sent to my room to play jazz chords, I finger along clumsily. He's in college and his dark eyes close, fingers sliding up and down the frets, frowning in concentration, cursing quietly at a missed note. My islander family comes over and prompts impromptu drinking games, "I'm not looking, I saw nothing", I lick a bit of vanilla ***** from my mother's shot glass, alcohol becomes a family affair, it takes away the danger and the stigma and throws a friendly, lovely light on a vice. It's raining, it's cold, islanders do not belong on a Kansas porch smoking cigarettes in the dark rain. I light candles on the wall. They all outlast their welcome, between four and a half hours of transition from uncomfortable "i don't remember your name", put on the spot, only-child-becomes-one-of-several to discussing baby names and family gossip, they all wrap up their food slaved over at nine am, they all troop out the door, they take their coats, they leave their wide smiles with us until next time.

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News, news, urgent news! An ultraterrestrial was found at 5:45 on the New York subway. The ultraterrestrial has schedule. The ultraterrestrial has salary. The ultraterrestrial does not have a hat. News, news, urgent news! Contact the WORLD, spread the word: The ultraterrestrial is pale! Science can not clarify If the ultraterrestrial thinks or survive The ultraterrestrial does not talk to the press News, news, urgent news! Protect the USA! The ultraterrestrial is insane. He does not care about Russia, Prussia Lucia, or Lucian. The ultraterrestrial has no *** The ultraterrestrial is a disconnect. News, news, urgent news! We have the first interview: Prefer to be in formula than informed. The ultraterrestrial knows History (But can not tell stories) The ultraterrestrial is weird. He does not crave the car of the year. News, news, urgent news! Close NASA, forget Al-Qaeda: The discovery of the century is here. The ultraterrestrial is a Messiah. The ultraterrestrial is a trend. The ultraterrestrial is the greatest. News, news, urgent news! Beware! If the ultraterrestrial is now a contagion so the universe has become wasteful.

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Jul 19, 2017

Jul 19, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC

A wolf left out in the cold, fed the last scraps, no matter how old. he could be free... perhaps. one day a she wolf wandered past, green eyes that mesmerized, he hoped different from the last. it was her beauty he realized. wolfia turned to be her name, his heart of ice soon burned, and wished her harness his flame, he'd be there, whene'er she'd turn. "if you were the moon, i'd howl for ye." he said with passion in his voice. she turned her head away from he forget his flame... he had no choice. he then wandered, with heavy heart, past dragon, fox, and fire the same, nothing that he passed did start, come even close to feeding his flame. he wandered and then yet he saw her, near another, locked in his flame. the first wolf watched, and almost sure, she's like the others, just the same. he knew this wolf would be no good, the first wolf watched with an icy chest, he knew, intervene, its what he should, but found that nature did the rest. He wished to aid her, he truly did, he'd care for her, no matter what, the tears on her face, he wished to rid, but he felt only inside his twisted gut. wolfia never saw the pain he felt not the wounds, the howls or cries not the crimson blows she dealt. he hid it well beneath his lies. the wolf by which went many a name alexei, lucian, wolfffay too, felt he should forget his flame. the act of which, he'd never do. he vowed to watch her, care for she, love and cherish what all they had, hoping for just what might be, he'd be there for her, the good and the bad.

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Apr 11, 2012

Apr 11, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC

Quiltel

The Wolf's Flame

A wolf left out in the cold, fed the last scraps, no matter how old. he could be free... perhaps. one day a she wolf wandered past, green eyes that mesmerized, he hoped different from the last. it was her beauty he realized. wolfia turned to be her name, his heart of ice soon burned, and wished her harness his flame, he'd be there, whene'er she'd turn. "if you were the moon, i'd howl for ye." he said with passion in his voice. she turned her head away from he forget his flame... he had no choice. he then wandered, with heavy heart, past dragon, fox, and fire the same, nothing that he passed did start, come even close to feeding his flame. he wandered and then yet he saw her, near another, locked in his flame. the first wolf watched, and almost sure, she's like the others, just the same. he knew this wolf would be no good, the first wolf watched with an icy chest, he knew, intervene, its what he should, but found that nature did the rest. He wished to aid her, he truly did, he'd care for her, no matter what, the tears on her face, he wished to rid, but he felt only inside his twisted gut. wolfia never saw the pain he felt not the wounds, the howls or cries not the crimson blows she dealt. he hid it well beneath his lies. the wolf by which went many a name alexei, lucian, wolfffay too, felt he should forget his flame. the act of which, he'd never do. he vowed to watch her, care for she, love and cherish what all they had, hoping for just what might be, he'd be there for her, the good and the bad.

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a spirit wolf torn from his trees, locked into an iron cage, he'll bite this "master's" knees, just to sate his rage, a dragon ripped from his cave, muzzled to cut his flame, forced to fly, entertaining slave, he'll **** them all, they're to blame. sleek black monstress, taken from her home, shackled and bound, brings her pain, acidic blood doesnt help her roam, starved and beaten, forced to train. these three each, from worlds apart, forced to do battle in a ring. fight for their lives, forced to part, with all they knew, as the crowds sing. they meet in battle, snarls and growl, to one another, silence breached, xenny growl, lucian roar, leon howl, each in unison, "we'll be unleashed..." they act, lashing out, tearing flesh from the crowds, from their master break through the cage, to air so fresh running, flying, fleeing faster finally free... they can finally rest... collapse on the ground, ease the ache hurting limbs, aching feat, heaving chest tomorrow, mourning for the lives they take.

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Apr 12, 2012

Apr 12, 2012 at 10:22 PM UTC

Quiltel

I Will Be Unleashed

a spirit wolf torn from his trees, locked into an iron cage, he'll bite this "master's" knees, just to sate his rage, a dragon ripped from his cave, muzzled to cut his flame, forced to fly, entertaining slave, he'll **** them all, they're to blame. sleek black monstress, taken from her home, shackled and bound, brings her pain, acidic blood doesnt help her roam, starved and beaten, forced to train. these three each, from worlds apart, forced to do battle in a ring. fight for their lives, forced to part, with all they knew, as the crowds sing. they meet in battle, snarls and growl, to one another, silence breached, xenny growl, lucian roar, leon howl, each in unison, "we'll be unleashed..." they act, lashing out, tearing flesh from the crowds, from their master break through the cage, to air so fresh running, flying, fleeing faster finally free... they can finally rest... collapse on the ground, ease the ache hurting limbs, aching feat, heaving chest tomorrow, mourning for the lives they take.

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(Two roses, passionate and peaceful, their love a force that is simultaneously grounding and elevating. Where Valentina is the beautiful, passionate lover, Lucian is the constant protector and source of light. Their love—is as eternal as the blooming of roses, forever intertwined in a dance of devotion, passion, and protection) Valentina: Dearest companion of my soul, How you are the very light that makes me whole! Your ruby hue, so rich and fine, Doth bring to mind the sun’s last shine. When I am near you, all else doth fade, As though the world in reverence laid. Oh, let me linger in your arms so near, For in your presence, I hold no fear. I am yours, petal by petal, year by year. Lucian: Ah, my most beloved, you speak with such grace, Your words a sweet balm, my heart’s embrace. Your fragrance, gentle as the morning breeze, Doth whisper of love’s most tender pleas. I am but a simple rose in your domain, Yet in your gaze, I rise again, free of pain. Your red is more than nature’s design— It is the very soul of love, divine. Valentina: Indeed, dear one, your words touch me so— As though they were written in the heavens’ glow. Your fragrance, like a gentle hymn, doth rise, Filling my heart, my thoughts, my skies. When I am kissed by the wind’s soft hand, I dream of you, our love’s sweet land. Would that I could forever stay, Bathed in the sweetness of your sway. Lucian: How cruel it is that time doth part, Yet you remain the keeper of my heart. Your red is not the hue of mere flowered bloom, But the shade of passion, of love’s sweet room. With each petal that soft doth fall, I am reminded of love’s most noble call. Though our seasons may soon be done, Know, dearest one, we shall always be one. Valentina: Oh, my darling, your words so tenderly spoken Are the very breath of love, unbroken. Let us not fret what seasons may bring, For love transcends time’s fleeting wing. In your arms, I am not bound by age or fate— With you, my dear, I shall always wait. For the red of our hearts shall ever remain, A symbol of love’s most sweet refrain. Lucian: And so we bloom, not for the hour, But for the gift of love’s full power. Your fragrance shall live in every breeze, Whispering sweetly through the trees. Though our petals may fall, our love is true— In every bloom, I shall find you. For in your red, I see the endless sky, And in your gaze, I shall never die. Valentina: Then, my dearest, let us rise above the earth, And evermore, in love, find our worth. For though we may fall with the autumn rain, Our love will bloom, again and again. In your red, I see the fire of our days, In your fragrance, the sweetness of all that stays. Together, dear, let us ever be, Two roses bound in eternity. Lucian: Forever, my love, this bond we shall share, For your heart and mine are beyond compare. In the garden of life, where love is sown, We shall bloom in a glory of our own. Let others fade, let others fall— In your red, I am blessed, after all.

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC

jamil-hussain

A Scarlet Embrace

(Two roses, passionate and peaceful, their love a force that is simultaneously grounding and elevating. Where Valentina is the beautiful, passionate lover, Lucian is the constant protector and source of light. Their love—is as eternal as the blooming of roses, forever intertwined in a dance of devotion, passion, and protection) Valentina: Dearest companion of my soul, How you are the very light that makes me whole! Your ruby hue, so rich and fine, Doth bring to mind the sun’s last shine. When I am near you, all else doth fade, As though the world in reverence laid. Oh, let me linger in your arms so near, For in your presence, I hold no fear. I am yours, petal by petal, year by year. Lucian: Ah, my most beloved, you speak with such grace, Your words a sweet balm, my heart’s embrace. Your fragrance, gentle as the morning breeze, Doth whisper of love’s most tender pleas. I am but a simple rose in your domain, Yet in your gaze, I rise again, free of pain. Your red is more than nature’s design— It is the very soul of love, divine. Valentina: Indeed, dear one, your words touch me so— As though they were written in the heavens’ glow. Your fragrance, like a gentle hymn, doth rise, Filling my heart, my thoughts, my skies. When I am kissed by the wind’s soft hand, I dream of you, our love’s sweet land. Would that I could forever stay, Bathed in the sweetness of your sway. Lucian: How cruel it is that time doth part, Yet you remain the keeper of my heart. Your red is not the hue of mere flowered bloom, But the shade of passion, of love’s sweet room. With each petal that soft doth fall, I am reminded of love’s most noble call. Though our seasons may soon be done, Know, dearest one, we shall always be one. Valentina: Oh, my darling, your words so tenderly spoken Are the very breath of love, unbroken. Let us not fret what seasons may bring, For love transcends time’s fleeting wing. In your arms, I am not bound by age or fate— With you, my dear, I shall always wait. For the red of our hearts shall ever remain, A symbol of love’s most sweet refrain. Lucian: And so we bloom, not for the hour, But for the gift of love’s full power. Your fragrance shall live in every breeze, Whispering sweetly through the trees. Though our petals may fall, our love is true— In every bloom, I shall find you. For in your red, I see the endless sky, And in your gaze, I shall never die. Valentina: Then, my dearest, let us rise above the earth, And evermore, in love, find our worth. For though we may fall with the autumn rain, Our love will bloom, again and again. In your red, I see the fire of our days, In your fragrance, the sweetness of all that stays. Together, dear, let us ever be, Two roses bound in eternity. Lucian: Forever, my love, this bond we shall share, For your heart and mine are beyond compare. In the garden of life, where love is sown, We shall bloom in a glory of our own. Let others fade, let others fall— In your red, I am blessed, after all.

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dragons rogue fly from high above taunting me and spitting flame but one within them lingers back as if she's not one with the pack one from the front swoops down at me and strikes me with his tail now all are coming, except for her... she averts her eyes and grits her teeth i can't believe it They dare attack me! I’ll tear them apart Limb from limb they fall Before my feet they lie… But one before me stands unscathed But I myself fall to her feet She has beaten me… A glimpse before I fell to darkness Black wings, purple scales A she-drake too… She smells of grace and looks like beauty… Who is she? This I wondered This graceful creature Before I fell she smiled and said “I am Elora, Soon we’ll meet again.” I fell to darkness and later awoke To find her sitting by my side Tending my wounds she smiled bright As I stared, unable to speak. Her claws were gentle And I tried to speak But it was for naught I was too weak I could only watch as she cared for me. I don’t know when I fell to sleep But when I woke She’d fallen too But pressed against me To share the heat Blood rushed to my cheeks I lay still so not to wake her Watching the rise and fall Of her chest As she breathed And set to match my own She soon awoke And looked at me Soft eyes Softer heart She was beautiful Words escaped my lips “I am Lucian Thank you for tending to me.” She smiled at me And my heart beat faster Her smile brought new warmth to me I tried to stand But pain shot through me And I soon fell Broken limbs And broken wing Would keep me down For quite a while. She offered still To keep me well To aid me in recovery. As days go by I grow closer to her And my feelings grow as well…, i can't tell if she feels for me the same i feel for her, but theres hope and it grows every day

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Jun 13, 2012

Jun 13, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC

Quiltel

They Dare Attack Me

dragons rogue fly from high above taunting me and spitting flame but one within them lingers back as if she's not one with the pack one from the front swoops down at me and strikes me with his tail now all are coming, except for her... she averts her eyes and grits her teeth i can't believe it They dare attack me! I’ll tear them apart Limb from limb they fall Before my feet they lie… But one before me stands unscathed But I myself fall to her feet She has beaten me… A glimpse before I fell to darkness Black wings, purple scales A she-drake too… She smells of grace and looks like beauty… Who is she? This I wondered This graceful creature Before I fell she smiled and said “I am Elora, Soon we’ll meet again.” I fell to darkness and later awoke To find her sitting by my side Tending my wounds she smiled bright As I stared, unable to speak. Her claws were gentle And I tried to speak But it was for naught I was too weak I could only watch as she cared for me. I don’t know when I fell to sleep But when I woke She’d fallen too But pressed against me To share the heat Blood rushed to my cheeks I lay still so not to wake her Watching the rise and fall Of her chest As she breathed And set to match my own She soon awoke And looked at me Soft eyes Softer heart She was beautiful Words escaped my lips “I am Lucian Thank you for tending to me.” She smiled at me And my heart beat faster Her smile brought new warmth to me I tried to stand But pain shot through me And I soon fell Broken limbs And broken wing Would keep me down For quite a while. She offered still To keep me well To aid me in recovery. As days go by I grow closer to her And my feelings grow as well…, i can't tell if she feels for me the same i feel for her, but theres hope and it grows every day

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Lucian , The unfinished dog The torn chesterfield View of the sky Stillness of age The running tap The scattered rags Lucian Perverse Lucian Abandoned

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Feb 11, 2012

Feb 11, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC

joe-halliday

Lucian

Lucian , The unfinished dog The torn chesterfield View of the sky Stillness of age The running tap The scattered rags Lucian Perverse Lucian Abandoned

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