"oddment" poems
trippy stick
magic syrup
smooth rips
thrown in clouds
****** we floated
arm in arm
hand in hand
reached the towers
our dreaded destination
we lay in a small box
stared in oceans
stared through grass fields
fell
touched, unseen colors
energy through soft bodies
oh, the unknown depths
we tripped
reaching, grasping deeper Love
no visions oddment
pieces content
peace plant
silent chords
dancing freely
your temple in mine
we stay forever more
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Crimson sunset
Tainted night
Horrific threat
Luring fright
Urgent screams
Mournful cries
Hellish schemes
Eerie lullabies
Shattered hopes
Frightened souls
Vicious ropes
Darkness controls
Ghostly chills
Broken seams
Demonic kills
Satanic dreams
Blackened rivers
Trampled beings
Eternal shivers
Essences fleeing
Cadavers walking
Headless creatures
Skeletons stalking
Infernal features
Ceaseless death
Repulsing view
Reaper’s breath
Long overdue
Satan’s portals
Warping destruction
Shackled mortals
Hell’s introduction
Armageddon near
Looming sorrow
Humanity’s fear
Death of tomorrow
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
The sky, gloomy and cloudy
Flowing tears, loud and mighty
So strong that trees sway,
So strong that bees scatter away
For this was not a cheery moment;
Leaving the lands in such an oddment
The violent wind is preying on the dwellers of this region,
Making them wary of the fuels they hold in their possession.
Should we stop? They mutter
Of course not, leaving this land to suffer
The sky in grief morphed into anger
Sending the lightning to strike like a dagger
The great night’s storm won't go away;
Causing this phenomenon to enravel today
Leaving its fingerprint on display
Letting the world know who to blame
One by one, they pray for the storm to pass
But the storm always finds its way back
Back stronger than ever and ready to attack
Seeming like the world in on a precarious track
The birds intend to go south
Only to realize they are headed north from their seasonal oust
For they had no sense of direction
Due to the north being the warm south's reflection
Leaving the world in some kind of dystopian imperfection
Driving the polar bears near to extinction
Day by day, ice melts into water with sorrowful sighs
Just as water is tainted from mankind's mines
Exchanging the atmosphere for oil
Making the corruption seem like soil
Allowing the planet to get rotten and spoil
Leaving mother nature torn and toil
For this is not the final stop;
The days of final destruction are approaching;
The days of final destruction are approaching.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 12:13 PM UTC
He'd kissed her
he'd held her.
Elaine tried to put it
in order in her mind.
It seemed an oddment
like a piece of furniture
out of place or an object
left without an address.
The teacher was talking
something about a civil war
but she couldn't focus
since the kisses from John.
Had she kissed him first
or had it been him?
She had kissed his cheek
but he had kissed her lips.
A real kiss that was
he'd held her too
their bodies touching
as he drew her close.
The teacher chalked
on the board
his hand writing script.
She took out her pen
and opened her book
and copied what he'd written.
What comes after a kiss?
Another kiss? More kisses?
She wrote down the words
it meant nothing
just words.
John had kissed her lips
she could still feel
his lips on hers.
She felt odd
like in a dream.
Her body seemed
to be pulsing
seemed alive.
As if from a deep sleep
and somewhere
within her
something
seemed to seep.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC