Poetry for killing time

[poppy1963]

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[atmas]

I am little other than a cloud at such seasons of
gloom
but she contrives to make me a sunny one;
for she gets into the the remotest recesses of
my heart
and shines all through me

 

[poppy1963]

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[poppy1963]

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[poppy1963]

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[Angeline]

The Snow Queen

He is blind. You outsiders see no more
than him. He is made blind by ice,
eyes filmed, in his heart a shard rent
between logic and love, given over not

to sadness, but emptiness prevailing
like wind. Once his smile bound
their garden in a parenthesis of tenderness.
This is how flowers bloomed, spring swayed.

Once a rose lay unfurled between them
like friendship. She would cross rivers,
drop her dread over boatside,
walk alone over forest floors if only

the stones would part. If only
she could breathe that empty air,
she would outsmart all nature,
make leaves green, give her shoes

to a tattered child promise clarity,
a path into the glaciers. She would believe
even as every petal warned her don’t
follow north to the heart of winter

where the queen reigns in frozen remove.
Even then she would believe that every endless
outcry of storm ends with morning breaking
sunlight over the soundless howl. His heart

would melt again. She would believe. Perhaps
she is mistaken. Perhaps this tune is unfamiliar,
only her own echo crying. Temptation
caresses her face. She is fearless. Foolish.

Perhaps spring will grace his heart,
thaw it free of contradiction’s shadow.

 

[Bluesboy2]

My ass
big
bigger than yours
Engulfing your entirety
Insipirational

My ass
amazing
more amazing than yours
Ass trumpet
enticing with it's fragrant morning song.


I just now made that up. Yes, I am a genius.


Editted for typos, cause spelling is hard this early in the morning.

 

[Bluesboy2]

Squealing Buttmonkeys from hell
Flinging thier political feces
Excreting thier opinions into the world
Making a big stink
And nothing more

 

[poppy1963]

My ass
big
bigger than yours
Engulfing your entirety
Insipirational

My ass
amazing
more amazing than yours
Ass trumpet
enticing with it's fragrant morning song.


I just now made that up. Yes, I am a genius.


Editted for typos, cause spelling is hard this early in the morning.

YOu should add some music...make it a song.


It would appear the Full Moon has brought out the Anal Muse for you, BB. Who is that one again?

 

[poppy1963]

The Snow Queen

He is blind. You outsiders see no more
than him. He is made blind by ice,
eyes filmed, in his heart a shard rent
between logic and love, given over not

to sadness, but emptiness prevailing
like wind. Once his smile bound
their garden in a parenthesis of tenderness.
This is how flowers bloomed, spring swayed.

Once a rose lay unfurled between them
like friendship. She would cross rivers,
drop her dread over boatside,
walk alone over forest floors if only

the stones would part. If only
she could breathe that empty air,
she would outsmart all nature,
make leaves green, give her shoes

to a tattered child promise clarity,
a path into the glaciers. She would believe
even as every petal warned her don’t
follow north to the heart of winter

where the queen reigns in frozen remove.
Even then she would believe that every endless
outcry of storm ends with morning breaking
sunlight over the soundless howl. His heart

would melt again. She would believe. Perhaps
she is mistaken. Perhaps this tune is unfamiliar,
only her own echo crying. Temptation
caresses her face. She is fearless. Foolish.

Perhaps spring will grace his heart,
thaw it free of contradiction’s shadow.

Wonderful, Angeline! Your own tribute to "The Snow Queen"? I wish I had your way with metaphors.

 

[Lorelei_11]

I decided to add one.


I remember

I remember him completely
thats what makes life so hard for me
remembering the way it used to be
we were so happy
That life is so far away
yet I feel it in my heart today

I can feel his arms around me
he held me snuggly, firmly
Close, and warm
I feared no harm
Leaning back into his chest, content
Heaven sent

This life has been long and hard
No love, in a cold world
No one to care
no one has ever really been there
Alone, a stranger here
I know fear

I long for those days
I long for simplicity
Peace
beauty
There is nothing but negativity
surrounding me
I go to that place in my mind
the past, present and future entwined

 

[poppy1963]

I decided to add one.


I remember

I remember him completely
thats what makes life so hard for me
remembering the way it used to be
we were so happy
That life is so far away
yet I feel it in my heart today

I can feel his arms around me
he held me snuggly, firmly
Close, and warm
I feared no harm
Leaning back into his chest, content
Heaven sent

This life has been long and hard
No love, in a cold world
No one to care
no one has ever really been there
Alone, a stranger here
I know fear

I long for those days
I long for simplicity
Peace
beauty
There is nothing but negativity
surrounding me
I go to that place in my mind
the past, present and future entwined

I like it very much, lorelei! To me, we have a similar style of expressing ourselves in verse! At least in this poem.

 

[Lorelei_11]

I like it very much, lorelei! To me, we have a similar style of expressing ourselves in verse! At least in this poem.

Thanks, I read yours and enjoyed them too. I noticed that. We both rhyme.

I always do, in all my poems and songs.

 

[poppy1963]

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[atmas]

Lips go dry and eyes go wet
Waiting to be warmly met.
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.

 

[poppy1963]

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[atmas]

A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in LOVE he can't help looking like a sheep.
Agatha Christie.

 

[poppy1963]

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[atmas]

My love....lol...

I have been informed by others that you have other affiliations that make our friendship difficult.

I understand that! I don't want to make things hard for you this time around.

We will meet again, luv!

Don't sweat it...to be blunt!

No need to mess up good things now...we can never be. Stick with what can be.

We will find each other again...some time around. But damn......YOu are so hot to me....mmmmm....lol

Oh, but still...
A beating heart beats just then
it cannot wait for where or when
so if to then be love beguiled
love is now, heart is wild

at a moment's note beauty fulfilled
and time to glory stilled
for if life is to meaning posed,
it withers quicker than the rose.

 

[poppy1963]

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[poppy1963]

Poppy blinks out a Halloween Poem...

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[poppy1963]

Hmmmmmm....Poetry for Killing Time....Poetry for Killing Time....Seeing that title from a different angle on Halloween...Not that Halloween is "killing time" but it is a "feast for the dead"...

Perhaps another poem will blink out soon!

 

[**Emmie**]

~The Slayer~

Snuffed out
Another soul gone
Lifeless body
He cares not about
Slumps to the floor
Cold heart
No soul within
Walks alone
Oozing with sin
No life of his own
Feeling so bold
Stories will remain untold
A small fish
In a big pond
How can this small town
Ever respond
He wanders through
Completely unknown
About to get
Fame of his own
Dark grey frigid room
Sobbing observers
Enter his tomb
As they strap him to
The electric chair
Smell of death
Lingers in the air
His last moment
Why would he care
Coldness now more
Than they can bare
His last breath
Continues to grin
Satisfaction deep within



-em

 

[poppy1963]

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[atmas]

Standing beside you,
I took an oath
to make your life simpler
by complicating mine
and what I always thought
would happen did:
I was lifted up in joy.