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"plumbless" poems
Why are others mouths inclined to draw the pictures I try to scribble out that form inside my mind? A worthless, spineless creature- almost serpentine, wriggling on its belly baring cyanic, lachrymal eyes. I want to squirm from this Stygian tomb, disenthrall my thoughts from the shadows swimming with me inside this amniotic pool. I'm just a worthless fetus, a crumbling parasite and perhaps it becomes more obvious when I try to keep it out of sight, like a stench you try to hide; Dulcify decomposition with a rain of fragrant petals and slowly you'll come to find that magnolias smell of death, I can taste it slightly on my breath and it whets their appetite, the demons that stink of ammonia that gather every night orchestrating their symposia, their bellies full of laughter and drink while I'm full of minacious, eternal thoughts that writhe through plumbless wrinkles and ichor, questioning motivation and what it   is I fight for. I can never find the right answers... My tongue won't grasp the words, they just slip back into their couthy throat where they can't be ignored; Left to die upon the shore, as fuscous waves that stain   sand with rejection crash against my shattered form. My hands crack trying to flip the hourglass back   and my eyes are constantly attacked by depression's thalassic pulchritude, a multitude of pains swaying to and fro in veins, begging for escape but trying to stay encased. Life nulls and denudes, my aptitude   for feeling- my natural ability to hold things close without unreeling heartstrings. Keep reading, there'll be no eucatastrophe just endless pages of pointless animosity and tragedies accompanied by laugh   tracks, everyone loves a jester with a proper act and I act a proper klutz futzing around with letters and   spelling, trying to ensorcell any being to find my misery compelling.   -SLuR
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
What's wrong with me?
Why are others mouths inclined to draw the pictures I try to scribble out that form inside my mind? A worthless, spineless creature- almost serpentine, wriggling on its belly baring cyanic, lachrymal eyes. I want to squirm from this Stygian tomb, disenthrall my thoughts from the shadows swimming with me inside this amniotic pool. I'm just a worthless fetus, a crumbling parasite and perhaps it becomes more obvious when I try to keep it out of sight, like a stench you try to hide; Dulcify decomposition with a rain of fragrant petals and slowly you'll come to find that magnolias smell of death, I can taste it slightly on my breath and it whets their appetite, the demons that stink of ammonia that gather every night orchestrating their symposia, their bellies full of laughter and drink while I'm full of minacious, eternal thoughts that writhe through plumbless wrinkles and ichor, questioning motivation and what it   is I fight for. I can never find the right answers... My tongue won't grasp the words, they just slip back into their couthy throat where they can't be ignored; Left to die upon the shore, as fuscous waves that stain   sand with rejection crash against my shattered form. My hands crack trying to flip the hourglass back   and my eyes are constantly attacked by depression's thalassic pulchritude, a multitude of pains swaying to and fro in veins, begging for escape but trying to stay encased. Life nulls and denudes, my aptitude   for feeling- my natural ability to hold things close without unreeling heartstrings. Keep reading, there'll be no eucatastrophe just endless pages of pointless animosity and tragedies accompanied by laugh   tracks, everyone loves a jester with a proper act and I act a proper klutz futzing around with letters and   spelling, trying to ensorcell any being to find my misery compelling.   -SLuR
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Earth: O divider, many of breaths under foot that Springs to leap where petals spilt in colors sleep comes of life, and plumbless depths Heart: O multiplier, many of press crimson short who soon abeys in summer's flesh you're wont to play yet capped in bone of finite chest So split thy fold of hindered letter with poppies golden, let and mix no point distinguished, no standard fixed no chain of words, no useless fetter For nothing wonders a lidded eye of constant night by single sigh
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Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Untitled
Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple, To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness.. In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,, Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea.. People know, my wounds are plumbless,, No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage.... People here are serpents who don't slay,, But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes... Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,, From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound... You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,, Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,, Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,, Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn. People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!! Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
SELFISH PEOPLE
A thousand letters for you To tell how I feel To tell what I've been hiding To finally be real Its time I adopt confidence For this is plumbless And comes from the heart That's been under that hut, I would have said this a long time ago But I couldn't Afraid I'd be befriended Or worse, rejected It would hurt true Dreams bestrewed Hopes shuttered Ego humbled But am ready, Ready for anything Ready to take it in Ready to tell what I feel to finally be real Its not by sheer luck I got to know you It was meant to happen I choose to believe For that reason I took a pen And wrote this Only for you For it comes not from being poesy But something I have always wanted to say There's a difference between loving and being in love Same as the raven being different from the dove Let me call you my love Let me here you call me My love Love me more not just as a friend Let's do this for days on end Take it to another level See my hands That's your image I suppose A thousand letters Meant to propose Will you be my girl?
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Proposal