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"poisonously" poems
There is some genie in our house, curdling poisonously. I stay in the house with a freckled old lady; we're roommates, unlucky enough to meet each other as life abated. He does not live in the attic, like a ***** ghoul; or in some rubbing bottle like an amnesiac. But we call the spirit lady, because the genie is vicious. She comes to the house and says we need to move things around. Her eyes are circled by some creamy mascara into these black, skin-tight, **** rings, like absurdist ****** targets. Things are moved, the genie stays, gets more vicious. The mongerer is blamed for bad things: broken pots, fights over rent, **** on the toilet seat, lost keys. We call the spirit lady, this time her fingers jingle with golden rings, her wrists sing with wrought-iron rainbows, and says rain will send that sucker running. So, we build little smoke pits in our house, and take the most important things: bills, and alumni letters from my school, and birthday cards for her, and burn them until it rains. The genie calls us falsifiers. The spirit lady comes back, a necklace of grimacing clams around her neck, and knocks around dancing, dancing, a frenzy, a wildness, a knee-knocking, throat-throtlling, dismantingly, limb-ecstasy, until she poops out and, breathing heavy, saying finally: "there is nothing I can do for you, I don't think I ever could, some things are just bad luck." She turns, walks away, and one of her clams drops from her necklace, it says made in America on the inner lip. The genie left a few weeks later.
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
The Genie.
There is some genie in our house, curdling poisonously. I stay in the house with a freckled old lady; we're roommates, unlucky enough to meet each other as life abated. He does not live in the attic, like a ***** ghoul; or in some rubbing bottle like an amnesiac. But we call the spirit lady, because the genie is vicious. She comes to the house and says we need to move things around. Her eyes are circled by some creamy mascara into these black, skin-tight, **** rings, like absurdist ****** targets. Things are moved, the genie stays, gets more vicious. The mongerer is blamed for bad things: broken pots, fights over rent, **** on the toilet seat, lost keys. We call the spirit lady, this time her fingers jingle with golden rings, her wrists sing with wrought-iron rainbows, and says rain will send that sucker running. So, we build little smoke pits in our house, and take the most important things: bills, and alumni letters from my school, and birthday cards for her, and burn them until it rains. The genie calls us falsifiers. The spirit lady comes back, a necklace of grimacing clams around her neck, and knocks around dancing, dancing, a frenzy, a wildness, a knee-knocking, throat-throtlling, dismantingly, limb-ecstasy, until she poops out and, breathing heavy, saying finally: "there is nothing I can do for you, I don't think I ever could, some things are just bad luck." She turns, walks away, and one of her clams drops from her necklace, it says made in America on the inner lip. The genie left a few weeks later.
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My daughter will not crawl from crib to tanning bed. She will learn the terms “unnattainable beauty standards” before she learns the alphabet. She will never compare herself to anyone. She will never compare herself to Britney, Christina, Selena. She will never compare herself to Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Hell. No. She will never aspire to be the sultry *** kitten taking seductive showers in shampoo commercials. No. My daughter will be named Venus. The goddess of love, beauty, fertility, The most beautiful woman I ever saw. She is plump, fullfigured barebreasted wide hipped with curly hair covered mons Goddess. My daughter will grow up to be ****** poisonously beautiful With long locks of goldenrodred hair, like her mother. Greyblueblack eyes and shoulder freckles, like her father. And if I can never become pregnant, my sisters daughters will be my daughters skin the color of cinnamon or chocolate, or vanilla ice cream and just as sweet. Men, women, boys, girls will pine over her, fall in love with her radiating skin that will never look photoshopped, but always real. As if the sun came down from the sky to give her the glow of all the light in the universe. She will love her body the way that my mother taught me to love mine. I will show her pictures of Whoopi Goldberg and America Ferrera and Margaret Cho and Marilyn Monroe And she will know that beauty is not a synonym for skinny. Beauty is not a synonym for **** Beauty is not defined by size or color or texture, no. It is defined by how she distributes her love and light to everyone she meets. no exceptions. and she will never doubt that she is lovely.
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Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 11:47 AM UTC
Venus
My daughter will not crawl from crib to tanning bed. She will learn the terms “unnattainable beauty standards” before she learns the alphabet. She will never compare herself to anyone. She will never compare herself to Britney, Christina, Selena. She will never compare herself to Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Hell. No. She will never aspire to be the sultry *** kitten taking seductive showers in shampoo commercials. No. My daughter will be named Venus. The goddess of love, beauty, fertility, The most beautiful woman I ever saw. She is plump, fullfigured barebreasted wide hipped with curly hair covered mons Goddess. My daughter will grow up to be ****** poisonously beautiful With long locks of goldenrodred hair, like her mother. Greyblueblack eyes and shoulder freckles, like her father. And if I can never become pregnant, my sisters daughters will be my daughters skin the color of cinnamon or chocolate, or vanilla ice cream and just as sweet. Men, women, boys, girls will pine over her, fall in love with her radiating skin that will never look photoshopped, but always real. As if the sun came down from the sky to give her the glow of all the light in the universe. She will love her body the way that my mother taught me to love mine. I will show her pictures of Whoopi Goldberg and America Ferrera and Margaret Cho and Marilyn Monroe And she will know that beauty is not a synonym for skinny. Beauty is not a synonym for **** Beauty is not defined by size or color or texture, no. It is defined by how she distributes her love and light to everyone she meets. no exceptions. and she will never doubt that she is lovely.
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From the smooth, delicate texture of fallen rose petals To the soft, gentle blow of the spring wind, God knew what he was doing when molding the earth Looks can be deceiving It's a beautiful haven filled with love and kindness and controversy and hate How could something so striking be so deceitful? With beauty, comes a price I will choose not to conform to society or accept the wrongs of the world Culture doesn't own me God does and He is my reason to live on this poisonously gorgeous earth In hope of a perfect heavenly home later
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Double edge sword
i want to be ripped to pieces shredded to oblivion by your love. love me dangerously, slash my lungs poke out my eyes break my bones. love me poisonously.
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Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 1:58 PM UTC
Untitled
The smoke fills the air, poisonously stifling. The destruction of my lungs, i'm forever denying. Others see the destruction, reflecting it to me. And when I look into the mirror, death is what i see. Does this art of decay express my true being? Nay, the only purpose it serves is the creation of a deadly scene. Life without death, I strive for a balance And I manifest such through the expression of my talents.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
Dark Talents
Determined will of life fades tonight Through all prior existence I find myself at this finality The end of our road shifts into my sight A brief moment of reflection transposes our line of thought Memories built up now fabricate premonitions of abnormality Determined will of life fades tonight Time will march on even after attaining the truth which I sought Departures from our astral sour occur only within your eternity The end of our road shifts into my sight Two beings of light in a world of darkness forgot The omnipotent link between them now locked through neutrality Determined will of life fades tonight My mind which was only filled with thoughts of you is now in distraught As our interactions within these halls turn into nothing more than an insignificant formality The end of our road shifts into my sight I can see that my efforts were in vain as you walk away no matter how much I fought With every step you take I can feel you poisonously draining my vitality Determined will of life fades tonight The end of our road shifts into my sight
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Will of Life
The hemlock grove grows poisonously Paralyzes our youth Nightshade in the everglades The wonder fades While centaurs and unicorns run away Looking for a way to evade Human beings and their dark adult dreams It’s not the fairy queen’s fault When she falters and falls Failing us all Those clear and glittering butterfly wings Come missing Acid tears come hissing Macho men start ******* She is betrayed by our passions The web of leaves caught On the spider weaved branches Of the big bad business man Forgetting the bridge to Terribithia, Fantasia, Neverland, Oz and Wonderland Losing Alice, Dorothy, and Peter Pan The innocence of a child Who no longer dances Decimated dreams Fairy-tale creatures Lose their way Lose their voice and cannot play Forget how to sing that way Mothers weeps Fathers eyes us all sternly Tell us to get better earnings And the myth of childhood fades away To some long ago forgotten age
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Wonderland Lost
I can still remember the time we met you were standing there confident and proud and i was lingering and shy you spoke to me so poisonously I falsely thought it was love you trapped me for months treating me poorly I made excuses although because I loved you but the cloud is slowly lifting away and I am realizing this is not love this is controlling I can still remember the time I realized I love you but I can no longer
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Love yourself
Her eyes, soo poisonously lustful, her house will lead you down to hell!!!!
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
un poison mortel....