"perfum" poems
***i yearn for you
'tween raindrops
silkiness
of early morn's dew,
spirit
of twilight's mist
dark cherry wine's
intoxication
& comforts
of a different rhyme
those spaces
that enchant musings
toxic perfum'd lacings
air filled of metaphorical
blush'd smoke
gasping for surrender
'tween honey'd breaths
wafting in my mind
of nectar'd
burgundy enchantments***
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
Czytać nadzieje w poezji jest dużo jak rozumieć niebieski kolor w niebie,
ona czuje, zna ten perfum, co nie może sama sobie kupić.
Ten wiatr ciągnie, utrzymuje ale nic ujawnia,
koty marzą, a ona ciągle czyta te same książki.
Szuka ten kolor wszędzie, jej farby nigdzie nie pasują,
wysyła pocztówki do siebie z miejsc nieznanych z których
zawsze pamięta dziękowac za piwo.
Lata idą, a ona powtarza sie, ciągle zapomina patrzyć na dół,
nieobecna że niedługo ominie go.
May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
Flowers are dancing with liberty,
Missing imagination and love,
Looking at the sky above,
Susan, the ducks and me.
Flowers smelling perfum,
Dancers with lovely tunes,
Birds singing clearly,
Susan, the ducks and me.
Rainbow for you ...at first sight,
Churches and a lonely night,
The ocean and the dolphins are free,
Susan, the ducks and me.
Marte is near the moon all time,
Paradise of golden mines,
A rose I want to be,
Susan, ducks and me...
Vic Alex
Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
*ah **** you ęnglishman! ty jedynie Liverpool!*
kielce i scyzoryk...
no i tyle...
korona i gleba -
kacap i świnia -
nagle napoleon
na capie
i tuwim i ja:
kiedy to zadupie zwane
Moskwa wrota
otwiera: jak pizda kurwy
na tle stonogi - fu fu...
co za perfum! czasem wu
casem ef - ale nie nagle kastrat!
hujnia hu, hujnia ** -
blat blata w komin indora brzuch
wpycha, na siłe, ale jej brak!
no to blah blah blah blah... blah;
apropo(s), tzn. nie
tyczy tyczki czyli upper-long-jump,
neun meter bach oben;
za grass za grass - uberschiellsewonderbra:
like peeling the skin of a ******** bag:
magician's rabbit in it too!
a ona nadal nie kuma...
holender plu w jej twarz
a ona myśli że mowa
raptem po ceausescu czešku!
škoda / szkoda -
tak samo zwane:
pierdolenie of chopenie (szo! szu! mucha
w uchu! taki oto
kwaskowy miód!)
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
I hear people burning in hell,
It's great here,
Except for the smell,
It smells of
this dead lady's perfume
that lingers in this room,
Fills this empty room with death & perfum,
Staring out the prison bars
The beautiful
fire lights up hells
Night sky,
Wishing to be free at last
blood dripping down the
Walls
like tears
washing away my darkest fears .
I cant escape my past
From this
The hell fire.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
A smile is the sun
emerging from grey cloud,
the aroma of baked bun,
that wafts through street 'n crowd,
as splendid as tawny fox,
lounging lazy, loud 'n proud,
as sky of equinox
after rain of stormy cloud,
as the cool wind on the rocks
of cliff 'fore climber's truckle,
as the scent of perfum'd phlox,
of sweet Jasmine 'n Honeysuckle,
so why let a black mood
chouse you out of the day
when a small smile brightens all
and shoos the cobwebs away,
a person is as person does,
it's not the thoughts that make us,
it's what we choose to make us buzz
that can build or break us.
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC