30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

23-30

thirty kisses in thirty days
times one thousand
lips trail off like
some invocative unfinished
sentence, life presenting
the agony of abstinence
leaving no choice but to endure
no one else will do, the cure,
an imagination mirror
seeing the fairest of the fair
from afar, all is fair in love
and death, both pressing the
breath out of a heartless chest
press those lips once again
upon a mouth that will devour
this most ethereal flower
the smell of sin skims from
that medial core I'm craving
all cognition is overcome and
under your spell I forever am.

 

[reneemyrenee]

Read The Stinken Instructions, would ya?

OMG I will be learning.
Imagine a writer that doesn't like to read.
Renee

 

[reneemyrenee]

omg is it# 6 i think

I am not a victim
but it aint easy this way
there are those who enjoy the power of victimizing others
and at times I have been a true victim
but what makes me not a victim
is how I think afterward
and what I believe about myself.

So the last guy was hooked on the glass pipe
but no he just imagines.

it doesn't linger as an experience
it vaporizes once it has been had
and there is never enough

but then how would I know......

 

[4degrees]

25-1

Undo the burn the
Kisses, the wild
Consumption, it's there
I learn of truth and
Trial and misses that
Make me black starting
At the core, never
Take back the niceties
They feel like more
Now my hollow roomy
Heart fills up and
Chokes on the thick
Syrupy marrow, fading
Romantically into the
Gray shadows that
You cast.

 

[4degrees]

25-2

the touch becomes
less familiar as days fold
up around us
my pocket is too small
to hold a star
i only sigh as it
slips through my loose fist
love is like the bloom
that fades as seasons
pass like time lapse clouds
remaining in my mind
and my empty heart
like a secret i keep
my empty pocket
still warm but counteracted
by cold tears that
bleed black streaks
wishing for a star
to burn my palm always.

 

[4degrees]

25-3

morning comes too soon
all that's seen through
these blurry blues are
last night's puffy violet
squirm-
an ecstatic writhe of
near death meets little death
eyes looking backwards as
demands of harder, fucker
are met, it gets dangerous
again-
fortunate, we are friends.

 

[4degrees]

25-4

Love is a chainsaw
And I'm in the woods
Tripped by roots for the last time
Surrender to the brutal logic
Of murder.

 

[jeff1343]

read a few poems..
quite amused..!










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Accommodation Italy
Milan Hotel

 

[4degrees]

25-5

i am ready to quit just as
i've begun
there are no poems where
i thought there would be.
feed me, double d-
i know you're around.

 

[4degrees]

25-6

taut swollen skin
blooms with a throbbing heat
under the radiating eye
imprisoning another just under
that first layer
one i won't regret, either
my patchwork fleshy
scrapbook would never be
complete without a bit of you
logic says you're more temporary than
each minute making sixty ticks
and you sting like papercuts or
maybe broken glass underfoot
still my heart thuds out of time
eating those teasing invitations
and filling my guts with stones
pretending that everything is
rainbows and unicorns and that
i'm not being crushed today.

 

[4degrees]

25-6 or 7 i'm not too sure..

bus stop poem from a mobile phone, hold my place for me. the moon and the mood and the hotness of summertime may be enough to pull a poem from this gnawed on thumb.

 

[tbs230]

1-1

I answer yes before
you can even ask me if
and I flush because
you hand jerks in response.

It is the answer you wanted
no? I am embarrassed
while you smile and ask me,
"Do you want to come?"

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-1

Love is a loose four-letter word
It invades my mind space
One week out of every month

Weakened before you
Attenuated thing me
Wanting your baby inside me

The other three weeks
Revolve around kink
But all four weeks are

Spinning a holistic life around you.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-2

The sample cup
Is a warm quilted womb

The pH is perfect
For the specimen

The salty tears happy
On pink cheeks

Indicate the quality
Of your life inside me.

I don’t need a laboratory
We are the microbiologists.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-3 The Nurse Lovers Write

The Nurse Lovers

She writes: Five words before sex, I am your sample cup.

He writes: That is incredibly dirty, and hot.

She writes: Thank you. I am happy you think that, and told me so. If you think that is hot and not weird, I love you.

He writes: You are not weird to me. I can’t stop thinking about leaving a specimen in the sample cup.

She writes: I find that erotic.

He writes: I love the sample cup. Being close does not compare with being inside, inside another body.

She writes: The quilted warm sample cup waits for the salty specimen.

He writes: At first there is resistance, but with a little gentle force, the opening yields to exquisite dampness.

She writes: The sample cup is where you belong.

He writes: The sample cup envelops me, in its heavenly silken moistness and warmth.

She writes: The giver of the specimen is held inside, till I cry

He writes: I want to be in the sample cup forever. It feels like the most perfect place in the universe.

She writes: The sample cup is primed for the specimen.

He writes: The silky smoothness of the sample cups endogenous lubrication is unmatched by anything man made. I crave it.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-4

The heart fetish
Is a burning box of tissues
My lips on your pump

Just once.

 

[sweepthefloor]

5- My Name

We all drink coffee on his deck
There is no way out of that.

The ladies are chatty chirpers
We are quietly half listening.

He is always the hush lush
Slow sipper silent

His garden watered seven girls, one boy
I am the product of one of them.

These Aunties drink spirits
In coffee cups, or travel mugs.

Three trailers, or campers filled
With girls, it is a tin can.

There is no hot water
Tiptoe to the pilot light

All their spouses are home working
But two name me is here.

It is time to take out the family trash
I am not cooking, not good enough.

I am the loser with the chainsaw
Hop on the tractor for garbage.

He rides, I fly bags of dump
Quicker than he can jump off.

My Granddaddy loves me
Forget the domestic inadequacy.

I carry the special name
Of his dead daughter.

A unique label, and to him
I am Aunt to my cousins.

Aunt two name not carried by many
I do not know any others.

As if I were her, I ride like a princess
Parietal pony, ponytail that is

Pulled up to the top high, high
No bangs to diminish beauty

All I need is my black velvet bow
And my fake pearl choker.

I am not wasted, I am paraded
Around the camp like a girl on a circus elephant.

Chest out high, straight back
Wave and smile to seasonals.

Pride and joy has a new meaning
On his crooked tooth smile.

How I got to be the prize
Is above my level of understanding.

And I love my two-name first name.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-6

The submission serum is the solute.
My wet throat becomes the solvent.
This action makes supersaturated solution.

This love is the test tube system.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-7

Cranky old man
Mean, mean to me.

I still come back to you
Every hour or more.

Come back to me
Minus one kidney.

I will get you through this.

Mean, mean to me
I know what is going on.

You will trust me
When I never fail you.

Rubbing your back,
Changing your sheets.

Titrating pharmacology
Manipulating hemodynamics.

At the same time
With my smile.

My action is bond.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-8

Please take the chainsaw out of my hands.
When you buy me a pretty skirt

I will wear it.

When it feels strange
Between my legs

I know I will get used to it

And love it.

*blah working overtime the words are there, but they don't come out, and that is a cool break for me. kill the stream.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-9

Head wounds may cause erections,
And visible scars.

Sometimes, the mental dressing,

Can’t heal the invisible wound.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-10

This love is hypertensive
This rhythm is accelerated

And you, sudsy Amiodarone.

Are a slow drip.

With benefits, and severe risks.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-11

He Writes

The luxuriant self lubricated sample cup fits around me like a glove. Its walls warmly caress me when I plumb its depths. It is a temple of womanly mystery, and I bow in worship with every penetration, but the delightful wetness begins to undermine my reverence. I am unable to resist the warm embrace and I submit. I feel viscous warmth coursing through me from within until it explodes with passion.

With my orgasmic ejaculations, I desecrate the sample cup temple with my thick, warm, gooey specimen.

I feel naughty and pleased with my mess.

You are my sample cup Jane. Thank you.


*Yes, I stole his words. I got nothing.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-12

All the love of them in this world
Means nothing

If you don’t love me.

I could love thousands
To satisfy the need to please

But the truth is
I only want to please you.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-13

Crush me, with your weight
Mouth tries to find my mouth

Immobilized face
Fears mouth rape

Mouth on my mouth
I just moaned quietly

In your mouth.

Half loving you,
Half hating you.