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triztessa Sep 2017
Tinted lips
cat eye frames
peached cheeks
eye candy
calling me
coming over
and crying through
hues glistening
on my screen
are you listening?
coffee mouth
on my skin
is this blush enough
to hide the train of thought
smiles arriving too late
and we see face to face
new sinking streams
with you leading
to my dreams
droplets of liquor
wise demeanor
I can count all day
new twitching lights
returning the feeling
watching over me
fading stains
of blood and rain
Victoria Reese Feb 2012
Fingers
Chew chew chew
Through string flexible cords
Of peached chalked skin,
To the roughen sharped corners of the
Piles, piles pile of papers
Cutting into my head,
******* away to my very own writers tool,
Bite to bite,
Itch, blood and sting to the nails, skin
Aye aye cries the mind,
With the heart and soul echoing along.
Tingles from white aching tingling flesh that knows
No escape from my addicted mouth,
Salvia coated causing pain to durate the hours of sleepless
Nights and un-filled days.
Bite, till my very next appointment
Where is my glass of warm milk before I sleep?
Instead, I gaze upon this wreath of disappointment.
Where did it go? The peached-colored sky that wrapped
Our innocence in vulnerable delicacy.
I want to find that face again that makes my blood hotter
Each time it inches into mine.
I said, one last puff of smoke before I close my eyes
and when I opened them, it was almost like it did not happen.
They say I should try to make the feeling come alive
In other terms, and I've tried seventy-seven times to light it up
The bulb that blew its fuse within my ribcage - but to no avail.
I no longer sang the lullabies that put me to sleep.
I no longer walk along the pavements of what I use to call home.
I am no longer me and you are no longer you.
We swear we would try to not become the haunting characters of tomorrow.
Yet here we are, stuck in these paper towns.
Run when you can, I tell myself. Destroy the fire and vanish in the dark.
There’s a lot of rigamarole involved
In living in the world today.
The details always nettle me
And slow me on my way.

I do my daily nine-to-five.
It’s such a long commute.
I’m tired when I reach my desk;
That traffic is a brute.

My British colleague peached* on me
For sleeping while at work.
I knew he was a tattle tale
And now he is a ****.

Anfractuousness describes my boss
His mind’s a tangled maze.
My pleas don’t make an inroad
Which has left me in a daze.

I wrote an elegiac tome
And put it on his chair
But he has not forgiven me
He’s such a grumpy bear.

I hope that I still have a job
My friend gave me a tip
He said to kiss the bosses ***
And pray for no pink slip.
                 ljm
* Peach: archaic Brit word for ratting someone out.
NadPoet Jun 2018
They preach to hate and curse the enemy
But this not what He preach in the mount beatitudes
When everyone listens and hear his words
He blessed those who are poor in spirit
And those who mourn and who are meek
Those who are seeking righteousness and merciful
A pure in heart and those peacemakers not peacekeepers
And those who are persecuted because of righteousness
Surely God is with them and theirs the kingdom of Heaven
This is the words the he peached
But others have a different words they teach
Be selfish in your ambition is what they want to reach
To become great and in earthly things they are rich
Fot them help is not an option but it is only for the weak
They dont know the real meaning of how to become meek
Gaining the whole world and losing their soul
They are acting righteous but still a fool
Never accepts a correction from another person
By the end of they day still they will say
All things are vanity and this life is just a temporary
And for the wicked still hell is their final destiny
David R Jun 2021
they washed with care her frail shell,
wrapped it in finest linens,
upon the sound of ponderous knell,
laid it upon their pinions.

at first the light too great to bear,
bade her rise through ether,
and swift she rose up through the air,
leaving Earth beneath her
.

Wooden, stilted, they walked the walk,
Before the human trail,
Whom, in silence, made small talk,
In air of muted wail.

Myriad souls of yesteryear
smiled as if to greet her,
whilst others seemed to bear a tear
in standing there to meet her
.

***** and shovel hit the earth
'fore pall was slowly lowered
in reverse of giving birth
in bed of pebbles bouldered

celestial court of judges three
convened assembly august
her life and deeds for all to see
in lights of golden stardust
.

sheets and blankets of soil and clay
were draped over her casket,
wherein her silent body lay
as tissue cast in basket

her book of life was signed by her,
her thought and word and act,
the good desire and bad of fire,
soul in body's contract
.

the mourners, friends, acquaintances,
lingered another moment,
before in solemn cadences,
left the ground's endowment.

her very own hand had her peached,
the walls of house bore witness,
her greed 'n avarice her impeached
proclaiming her unfitness
.

'she was a good lady', they nodded sagely,
in deference to custom,
with wave and nod, a touch too gravely,
they left the palace o' bunkum.
bunkum
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge

Alternative 5th stanza:
celestial court of judges three
convened august assembly
her life and deeds for all to see
in lights of stadium Wembley

Alternative 9th stanza:
her very own hand had peached her,
the walls of house bore witness,
her avarice impeached her
proclaiming her unfitness

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