30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

23-13

when my lips touch you
permission granted to
kiss your wide wound
and feast on what you bleed
i see future flashes
my black veiled bride to-be
led the way to
a tomb with a view
where death is the rule and
the love of it becomes us.

 

[AChild]

15-16

naked pie

blueberry tattoo
stain a pillow or two
stiff crust, lips touch
separate spoons
juice mingles
making pectin
towel impressionist "O"

 

[4degrees]

23-14

the weather
my sex, my love
colors of the sky
colors of they eyes
that beckoned
aren't enough i reckon
my poem is stuck

he is a feather
plucked from a crow's tail
the supple delicate way
far too breakable
fixated and exuberant,
the grip is unmistakable
destruction of a skeleton heart
keep me on the inside
feeding off blown kisses
leaving room for no more
falling asleep before
the poem ends
take me to dream
take me to bed and
smother this fire
with black feathers
dead weight and starry skies
reflexes unresponsive until
the bite that's promised
in july.

 

[DrewberryLess]

He is a
breakable
bed, a destruction, a
dream,
a poem, a delicate cow
feeding off my fire, an exuberant heart fixated on
starry skies,


Cento, Pi 3.14159265
Source: 23-14 by 4degrees

 

[AChild]

15-27

went to the shrink

I told the doctor I was
overly critical of my writing
he said I should walk with
a pen in my mouth
and he hypnotized me into
biting down hard
when I see a blank page

now the inkblot
is catching on
beardblue my style
comes mainly from a pirate smile

 

[4degrees]

23-15

Want takes me
A portal of ache
Becoming jammed midway
Centered inside a
Perpetual vortex of
Dissatisfaction
Due to your absence.

 

[4degrees]

23-16

one thousand poems come to pass
and not one single one will tell
of this bone deep blackened mass
imprisoning me in a lover's hell
from within a bubble hard as tar
this heart remains forever ensnared
loving you wholly always from afar
is the bloody broken cross i bear.

 

[AChild]

15-28

my soul gets hard from the writing ahead
but my hands grow weak.

 

[4degrees]

23-17

between work and play
this poem must come now
so distractable am i
with my mind full of you
somehow, somehow,
i sat still long enough
to save my place until
tomorrow's passion finds
its way out the tip of
my typing finger.

 

[AChild]

15-28

shame to fate I've read of late poetry so sweet it puts mine to bitter by its balance not changing the shape of the constant flow just adapting carbs tuning bread to fill the molars more present in my form sharpen nails to points so I can carve my name in the fingers tips of past shaking hand. Going down the alley ways in the dark looking for the short cut only to be swallowed by the bit of wood springing in the city. I see the disconnect of the culture. Views per rate make information free but the popluos controls what the product be. We have proven to love shit. Every crap is sacred on this digital clothes line. It feeds the cheap vanity and that is the new clean energy. The market sways. No longer do we need establishment for art. No financial backing to send these alpha mutated ants across the world. There are so many avenues the message gets lost. Under the sea of tube video nut shots is a Chaplin prat fall. Its gone back to hunter and gathering societies. I'm in the virtual tribe that listens to the podcast, that subscribes to the blog, that follows this tweet, and is soulcial networked to my core beliefs. So we stay in our own comfort zones rehashing the same shit, mistaking content for quality. Failing to see how the input is a promotion of an idea. The only thing they could sell us now is the power to connect through our wireless devices. We fail to see that loop hole forgetting that it is our presence that creates a network.

 

[4degrees]

23-18

my poem pales in the shadow of the beat above
an unnatural feat, i just let it bleed out every go round
read it out loud and hear the sound and the way
the tongue clicks at each line break, it's all done
for a good sake the bass beat pushes up and the
treble lowered it's nothing but trouble brother a
refusal to punctuate a i re-create a car crash i
never saw in the form of words so raw that
achild pushes my poetic limitations, loving mutation
feeding pigeons with bits of my soul like bread
i'm a man with a red streak so wide it hides
any other color i might once have been but black
is back, it never really left then
my poem is black and i am in love again
and tomorrow better ones will come
after i fuck him all night long
my poem will be dreamy and eluding to
vampyre kisses again.

 

[DrewberryLess]

preachy

We have networked to stay in the digital world
for free love, for free art, for free product, for crap
we need poetry to sell an idea; we subcribe
to cheap vanity, changing our present beliefs (sic)
and forgetting, forgetting, forgetting to connect our love
through our finger tips, every sacred form, every shape ............


Cento
Source: AChild

 

[4degrees]

23-19

stunned, dreaming in real-time
your hand locked in mine
lips like wet hungry petals
their fullness devours my soul
neck kissing leads to blood letting
the suction of an opiate
consuming and spreading a
vampyric infection, riding up
veins, straight into my heart
a permanent poison that stays
inside me, then tables turn and i
find my place inside you
the stretch, the arch and the
sweet groans escaping
in between those kisses, this
intent is buried deep long after
i retreat, this was always yours
now that a lifetime of hide and seek
has ended, i can rejoice as this
perfect love surrounds
while the wasted past's amended.

 

[AChild]

15-29

powered by the moon

days late
hour short
dreaming of a fate
less then expectation
on the time exploited by the mind
every moment is a door
open for a story
sorry I'm not perfect
see it matter when my spell
is repeated for cause and effect
the meditations wafting off the upper deck
detaching life dew in records
blossoming a scene of
condolenced apparitions
powered by the moon

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[4degrees]

23-20

desire, blood-soaked
tangled in sheets
a knot of wicked love
framed in petals of
decomposition, a
deep and black
ambition to render
you ecstatic again.

 

[4degrees]

23-21

alone, the softened
and nearly angelic
image of you in my mind
evicts the loathing
replacing it
with the warm glowing
love that keeps me separate
from an animal.

 

[4degrees]

23-22

ideas that crush bones
a pit filling quickly
with black bile, choking
love it seemed
a grand imagination
feeding a black dog
the negative ego hoping
for the worst
the heart begging for
a return to sweet
love, no interference
no past passion creeping up
opening the wound again
that despite trying i
cannot cleanse
balance is key; yin and yang
rock to and fro, making even
the good the bad and
the ex's
homicidal visions play
just outside my dreamy eyes
never would i
would i?
not with you, not with him
just in poems and
stories that no one hears.

 

[AChild]

15-30

the end

 

[4degrees]

23-23

time resists
my moments are hours
of waiting for a return
excessiveness is impossible
when once a week indulgence
is all that there can be
today there is nothing but time
for this, for you, as slowly
as it ticks towards our
next blissful union
it flashes away fast
when the moment is found.

 

[4degrees]

23-24

words, a hail storm
a barrage of verbiage
marauding in full flaw
and all, in awe, posey
prosing tall stunna
a fiery tongue flicks
rips, bites with strife
an appendage, ends
and renders a poem
powerless, prowess
nevertheless found in
the very first week
my weakness, weekends
or every other come
around too far apart
can't stop the start,
like a link, a chain
a net of intent that
keeps my guts from
busting out this thin
skin, bleed me, feed
this monster of a habit
rabid, spitting some
half-beat, beaten half
to death under a hundred
blunt objects, never
thinking to object,
intense is the only
thing that makes sense,
since i came across you.

 

[4degrees]

23-25

a heart bled dry
tied in knots by
the lovely fingers
that it beats only for.

 

[4degrees]

23-26

A thousand words,
a thousand days gone by
the future and the past
ever-present in my mind
the dream is thick
a cloud of ether disables
black and blind senses, allowing
a dead heart to forever beat
today, there is no beat
transcending space is
a lovely thought but
i can't even grip
the space between my ears-
never has want or desire
burned in these veins as
it does today, for you,
my long stemmed delicate
flower-my Venus fly trap lover
within those jaws
you'll find that heart i mentioned
a pain so perfect with
each tooth piercing
it must be recognized
as love.

 

[4degrees]

23-27

this memory, so vivid that
the lips that drag across my neck
leave it wet, warm, stinging
with the kiss of absence.

a scent of lowdown lust mixes
in my nose with burning leaves
your wild ghost haunts these
rooms of my heart

ever trying to grasp and hold
do not diffuse into vapor again
leaving me to dream in seclusion
whispering your name as i sleep

 

[4degrees]

23-28

Just let
Just keep letting this
Foolish heart bask
In the warm glow
of you
A mind is a place
Where the tangible contradicts
Everything I feel, i know
nothing
My ego eats at itself
Day in and out, as if
Growth and vanishing could
Happen together
Core belief that nothing is forever
But i am never
Able to surpass this
Thing I have for you
Nor would i even want to.

 

[4degrees]

23-29

pages and pages of
the same words, in
different forms
arranged like flowers
and delivered daily
should return to their
beginning, in a virtual
compost, so that something
more interesting might grow


A growth
A cancer of the soul
Incessant crave for
The cure, it is in blood
Do not fail as I clutch
Your slender glass stem
And sip from the smooth lip
Passion was a dish best
Served with plasma
And it does not lose it's
Flavor after going cold
But I really wouldn't know
I have yet to taste one
In this way, I know
It must be you though.