30 Poems in 30 Days

[TheRainMan]

8-2

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[RhymeFairy]

3~6

I long for

a midnight walk, on your arm
peaceful, easy.
to comb the streets
looking at nothing
just your eyes, talking.
telling of midnight escapades
as we escape and take time
to enjoy moments past.
hours unhurried.
for now, we are
together
as one. the way we always hoped.
maybe, a movie picture
romance. stolen kisses
time stolen
we stole to enjoy
an encampment
as one. taking our time
revisiting a that second
in time. just we two
free
to choose, to be
or not.

..

 

[4degrees]

9-25

awake to these estival kisses,
my narcoleptic love
anytime, dark or light
you fall prey to the greedy jaws
of that big sleep
and i am your prince,
charming you alive again
your eyes flicker
escaping death as i
perform the perfect fuck revival
giving you another minute
and taking one away from me.

 

[wildsweetone]

13

Meandering


They write in 100 words
and expect to be succinct,
to write the history of a moment
within the boundaries of a body
of language.

They cannot read.

I cannot read a whole life
and expect to spin the yarn
into 100 words, there will be nothing left

to hold the meandering thoughts together,
no coherent winding of the yarn
tightening the tale, collating the collection
of alpha symbols into sense

and knocking sensibility into action.

 

[TheRainMan]

8-3

.....

 

[vampiredust]

9-14

Six Months

It is the beginning of March.
The blanket hanging above
my bedroom window
is becoming a damp sarcophagus,
spreading its moisture
to a box underneath my bed
that will be opened in six
months time when it is my birthday,
releasing the warm September
rain and flood of giant Atlas moths
kept inside. The rain will be absorbed
into the blanket and the moths
will lay their eggs in my twenty seven
year old flesh. Some of the newborn
will die, whilst others will survive
on must pollinated by the dampness.
Everything will return to the box
for the following year and I will do
the same for future generations,
passing myself on the same way
until I have become absorbed
in the process, in them.

 

[darkerdreamer]

1-1

At My Funeral

lie me down for all to see
for God, Allah, and Snuffleupagus to judge.
no procession
no weeping eulogies.
wrap me in an IRA flag instead of a white sheet,
cast angry words instead of flowers,
cast stones instead of dirt.

shitfaced halfway through,
when the hell is this thing over?
even my mother glances at her watch,
vodka, whiskey, and guinness flow instead of tears.

 

[sellthecookie]

word factory

words scamper
out of the window, giggling
like wrinkled sheets, hot
as daybreak, stained
with liquor, licorice,
liniment, lichen,
lint, lithium, listening
to each other's eyelids
close as if forever
as we half-heartedly skirt
the corners, & the dangers, & the edges
& the ruthless periods,
narrowly missing
love. one more round
dear?

 

[Tathagata]

2-13

.....

 

[sellthecookie]

Tear Here.

mishaps are not just
for the careless
because one slippery
day the papers unroll
themselves quite fortuitously
to the page where
margins won't say
what they've been up to
the night before
with stanzas and blotches
not yet formed in your lips. was
that a yes?, or a frolic
has the stealthy sound
of stalactites dripping,
anointing yet another
tabloid casualty?

 

[RhymeFairy]

3~7

an apology letter/poem

is not enogh. I tarnished
treasured dreams. Played cat and mouse
to trap a tender moment in my crystal ball.
Then watched the sands of time, slip
through my fingers, as if the illusion speaking
of our union yet to come, was you.

Now, I know different. Uncurling from a liquor
and booze binge, I see true. Mistakes happen.
I traveled too far by letting erupting emotions drive,
with tequila at the wheel, of a dead end street.

It's unforgivable and I'm sorry. Please know
I've thrown away the keys and no longer
look for our dreams, to happen.



~ L--bCh---er ~

 

[4degrees]

9-26

be bold,
its good for the soul
but know
that this passion
every last spark that
flies out of my fire
every lie i tell myself
of the someday when
we'll be together
keeping fantastic hope alive
all stemmed from one source
and continues on
just like it's done for
what feels like forever now
never
have i been in love
or wanted, and waited
the best a man can
and pretty damn well,
all things considered
the way i have and do
with you
i get the best of me
sometimes, and breech
the invisible line
because i'm invisible too
i'll be your secret
as long as it takes,
it makes me remember
being in a closet of sorts
but i can cope
with an allowable deviation
from specifications
please, you do, too
i don't know how much
others love you,
but i do know
my love for you
eats me alive everyday.

 

[darkerdreamer]

1-2

Choke

suffocating on sterile strips of sanitary stationary
drowning on spilled ink
black and red

perilous propaganda propagating the proletariat
greed and envy both
green and red

monotonous military marshals marked with murder
sanity or serenity
not black and white but layers of gray

 

[wildsweetone]

14

Street Music

It is as essential as the air we breathe.
The steady beat of music on the street
the cars,
stilettos,
the steel on steel
of buildings as they are revamped,
gutted until their insides are purged
onto footpaths, sidestepped by white collars
wearing black briefcases
speaking into cell phones
making appointments on the run.

 

[Tathagata]

2-14

.....

 

[sellthecookie]

1-3

Scripted Truth

DAY. House of Hearts. INT.
slightly tarnished key
melts inside doorknob,
a carnival ensues.

NIGHT. Rainy Park. EXT.
rust takes over. benches puff
their chests out like muted gulfs,
while rain finds new ways
to wet the ground.

DAY. Cupboard. INT
a web unfolds.
conflict is born.
a spider is content. aren't
we?

 

[vampiredust]

9-15

The Perfume of Ideas

I wake in the night to write down
ideas my subconscious has snatched,
snapping my eyes back
into their sockets, before pressing

words between the pages
of my journal, letting their perfume
melt the ice in my brain.
In the morning I will find new poems

on my pillowcase, the bodies
of old words impaled on ice crystals,
staining the cloth with colours
I have never seen before.

 

[TheRainMan]

8-4

.....

 

[RhymeFairy]

3~8

a free thought play, on words. I know I'm telling
but I need a bit of erotic to tuck my in at night and face,
another day ~


who needs nepenthe
when I've got: a vivid
imagination to take

my pet, down.
on his knees
as black stilettos stick,
shoulder to heel.
beg, I say. tell me
what this
means to you.
better yet, show
m e ...

red nails trace.
trespassing ankles,
then calves.
coercing knees to give
in, as my shadows part.
glimpsing wet folds,
in silky latex molds.

fire engine red,
fingertips
dip. in, out.
slow'n wet. watch,
as tasty gelatin gathers.
crevices create soggy
bottoms. come here love
taste.

gripping, pulls grab up.
smack, against the wall.
I have you now. with
a lil shimmy, heated bodies
rub. talions run, back,
then neck
searching that spot.
to bite.

nibble and express
hunger as my heathen vapors
process. gathering energy
from erotic expressions
of need. to take
and be taken.

slow dance backwards. two
tango and meet. lips parting,
bodies sliding. flesh, meeting
latex. a reminder
of our raging wants.
to be played out
taken and shared.

shedding your clothes.
button by button.
bitten then spit. head
to zipper, mouth kissing.
caressing your burning
bulge. fingers grasping, teeth
teasing. up
then down.

naked and exposed. expressing
lustful mercy, be given.
cuffed four poster wide.
I kiss each toe. one
by suckling one. lips trace,
testimonies of grandness
given.

bold, long
licks. calves surrounded. one inch
then another, seepingly
wet, with brazen red markings.
forming lipstick trails. another
test
to gauge, my accuracy.
nails bite. sinking talons
in, around. calves, thighs
to mark my territory.

mouth meeting, engorged
twin balls, be-tell
their own story. precum drips
down . your cocks clear
succulent taste forms around
puple plums. I lick 'n take advantage
of that soft
spot. round 'n round
in my hot, needy
mouth. suckles bring pleads,
and screams, for more.
of this torturous
foreplay.

needing to cum,
to explode in my mouth.
you mourn the loss. as I, reach
your mount summit. the top,
of your prick, needs further
investigation. my love
my pet.

pinches to nipples. you have
your way with. I smack
your ass. grind my face in
deep. with long, suckles.
to encourage, more. licking
long pathways, tongue
wide. I slip 'n tease
your meaty cock, coercing
you to cum. cum

to your head.
I nip along
your inner thighs.
test, those soft spots again
between thigh, balls
and leg. come
and play. come
let'me, have my way.

fingers softly swaying.
paying homage . as my
worshipping tongue
lingers. in swirls and licks.

licks

licks.
soft kisses, bites.
a beseeching to barter
my will, with your screams
of fulfillment.

pre cum glistens as I swirl
fingers. to touch, taste
kissing down. down

deep
as my throat constricts.
I milk your hard member
for more. more baby. let'me
have more.

 

[darkerdreamer]

1-3

We fuck a Coma Sutra.
You are enthralled,
I just want to sleep before sunrise.

Seriously, it's not you...

But my inner monologue speaks differently.
Maybe if we weren't
Robot-fucking a pattern into this mattress.

It's me...

I use to be satisfied with this
Repetitive "thrust, release, repeat",
But now I'm bored enough to start writing my disappointment

In my mind...

You'd be more beautiful in leather,
Who wouldn't?
You even give head mechanically.

"Suck, slurp, gulp."

When did we become so docile?
More importantly,
When did it start to bother me?

-----

(I think coma sutra is my new term of the century )

 

[4degrees]

9-27

reign o'er a charred domain
a kingdom's worth of
gold
in exchange
i'll snatch the whole
half of you, now
bound tightly
in a adhesive fuck tape
breaking ribs and hearts
as i steal away with you

i laugh out loud at tears
shed by those who
long for your return

them tears will be
recycled into sea salt
a thousand times over
before that happens.

 

[wildsweetone]

15

Circle of Life

You fell from the pedestal
I erected for you
onto the ground
where once I worshiped
your walk. I watched

some demon move within you,
watched your hand
as it cut the air
and bruised my cheek.

I watched the sun
lose heat and colour
and I hated the circle
in which I ran.

 

[vampiredust]

20-16

Between London Bridge station
and Bermondsey

Everything is being rebuilt
here. Workmen in fluorescent
vests lay the foundations
for giant skeletons of steel
and concrete, smoothing
over the old wharves,
pressing out every crease
and bulge. Deep underground,
the old ships are waking
from their sleep, crews
already hoisting the black flags.

 

[Tathagata]

2-15

.....

 

[sellthecookie]

1-4

ad # 1


choose it. you'll be
happy, said the graffiti
on the wall, no,
it was an advert
for a paint can, latex
& environment-friendly, non
-toxic at all, already
people walking under, gliding
past, on their way to air
-conditioned offices, and organized
ennui, they smell the fumes
of joy, as if bliss is just a stroke
away, high-gloss and stain-proof
even at first
coating, yes, i think i could
use subtle
black.