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[sirhugs]

December

Faint of heart beware,
vampthused we share
naked mind to bear
always up for dare

Transfixed, suspended,
feet fixed in overnight ice
awaiting dawn and sun's warmth
frozen in place,lost
in a static dream
I can't remember
but can't forget.

Into the sucker hole
a brief interlude
of bue sky
in a dreary succession
of cold, grey days.

oh I felt the bite of frost
summer's warmth long lost
Hades exacting its cost
devilishly cold
Persephone sold

 

[sirhugs]

Memes

He told me, I want
to choke you—
and though I shook my head no,

he did it anyway, because the internet
told him it was hot.
I thrashed and hit

at his hands and arms
until he finally relented
and I never saw him again

until three weeks later
when he did some special thing
with his fingers

that made me come like Revelation.
But do not touch my throat,
I said, still flexing my hips,

long afterwards.

that gave me shivers

 

[Remec]

After Work

The pillows beckon,
but my head just isn't feeling it,
and would still be empty,
I mean,
just me and the stuffed dragon
I use as a body pillow,
so I putter about
the house
the televidion
mostly the omputer,
play this, play that;
watch this, listen to that;
scroll
scroll
scroll
tweet
like
love
share
scroll
scroll
scroll
sudden jerk of my body from
flalling asleep in my chair
so I sigh,
and, finally,
answer the summons,
and even end up
sleeping.

 

[Angeline]

I thought them lost
forever, the words we shared
so long ago, polite interest
quickening to recognition
and delight as two old souls
spark and flames kindle.

When we both had bodies
we were magnets, the pull
of our middles thrumming
with those heated words
that drew us together.

I have so little of you now
though my memories are rich,
but here, here are your words
again, like finding diamonds
in a mud puddle.

 

[Rockymtnman]

It’s currently -18 degrees here

The air snaps at my lungs
like an angry bee
rattling around my chest
but it’s clean and cold
so i pull it in deep
and release a violent cloud
of smoke into the still, morning sun

 

[Wonderer67]

I don’t really know how to write poetry. I know I shouldn’t compare mine to anyone’s, but the writing here feels amazing to me. Mine looks and feels clumsy and amateur in comparison. Here goes … fuck it.

December Morning

The 5:18 sky
Is dark blue like my bruises.
Sleepless again.
I work out… breathe… try not to think.
Thought is the enemy.

By 6:42 I’m in my truck,
Watching the sky shift gently to pink…
Gentle… soft… beautiful, like your smile.
It’s 24° and the cold feels good.
I don’t bother with the heat.
Just work gloves to keep my hands warm.

I used to think the winter fields were dead,
Barren and brown.
Perspectives shift…
Now they’re blonde, like you.
The woods were grey in the past.
But now I see orange and light brown
In the sunlit woods…
Beech trees, with their brown leaves hanging on… it touches me, like ur hand.

Hard frost, leaves on the glittering lawns.
Shadows on the roadway.

I smile. I am alive.
Goodbye Iraq.

 

[Rockymtnman]

I don’t really know how to write poetry. I know I shouldn’t compare mine to anyone’s, but the writing here feels amazing to me. Mine looks and feels clumsy and amateur in comparison. Here goes … fuck it.

December Morning

The 5:18 sky
Is dark blue like my bruises.
Sleepless again.
I work out… breathe… try not to think.
Thought is the enemy.

By 6:42 I’m in my truck,
Watching the sky shift gently to pink…
Gentle… soft… beautiful, like your smile.
It’s 24° and the cold feels good.
I don’t bother with the heat.
Just work gloves to keep my hands warm.

I used to think the winter fields were dead,
Barren and brown.
Perspectives shift…
Now they’re blonde, like you.
The woods were grey in the past.
But now I see orange and light brown
In the sunlit woods…
Beech trees, with their brown leaves hanging on… it touches me, like ur hand.

Hard frost, leaves on the glittering lawns.
Shadows on the roadway.

I smile. I am alive.
Goodbye Iraq.

Mate, never worry about what you write. Great work.

 

[CiaoSteve]

I bought myself a ticket on the midnight train to heaven
One way ride, first class seat, departing platform seven

The time has come, to say goodbye
I promise myself not to cry

Don't mourn my passing for I will be
Eternally waiting, you will see

For that time, when we become
Together again, just as one

 

[Piscator]

the sum of zero

nothing
the positives
offset
the negatives
leaving us
with
nothing​

 

[Angeline]

The rain pelts the window,
really pissing it down, sleet
pings and slushes eventually
snow squalls in brief
but sudden fury, rages
itself to nothingness
and the Sun triumphs.

They say it's very cold
outside. How would I know,
watching cars edge by
in a snarl of traffic, frozen
like the roads and the past
stretching into oblivion.

Call it my hometown.
Call me a still life, watching
from the warm side of the glass,
listening to the measured sound,
breath by breath, steady
as she goes.

 

[Rockymtnman]

early morning sun
slashes across the frozen street
violently, beautifully
splashing the mix of grey and white
with a bright orange swath of blood
snow crystals glint like tourmaline
colors change quickly
as the sun continues its assault on the dark
the grey and white is back
as quickly as it disappeared
and the scraping of my shovel resumes

 

[29wordsforsnow]

a beach of pleasant
footprints in the sand
the shoreline is vast
one side deep, one past
until a sudden groove
hands tried to smooth
a red line beneath
close to one of seven seas

is this the end of the world
an open door into the cold
a questionable starting point
or a place to lose and rejoin

imagine more in the sand
leaving for the hinterland
make it four, a thought to soothe
but my counting becomes loose
in the sudden rain
falling hearts in pain
whisper mind the gap
watch your step

 

[Angeline]

Family

It's just another day
my dad used to say
when loss threatened
to swallow occasions that might
have been momentous,
joyous, anything but gray
drab or punctuated
by that woman down the hall
who says OH HONEE
over and over
and that's all.

You and I always watched
Jimmy Stewart saved
by an angel and you cried
every time because our life
was wonderful. I'd think so
too watching the tree glow,
the fire spit and pop.

One year so long ago
we watched Lawrence
of Arabia, all of us alive
still, besotted with the desert
and Peter O'Toole's blue,
blue eyes. Afterward we ate
spareribs and chow mein
at Lido Gardens. Now that
was a good year.

 

[Piscator]

Isn't it Ironic

Isn't it ironic that climate
warming may loosening
the polar vortex allowing
the jet stream to move further
South freezing us in more
temperate climes with
iguanas dropping from trees
in Florida and this can't be
good for orange juice futures.

And I'm not sure if it's ironic
or sad that the forty-fifth
President of the USA he is
hoping for resurrection and
to Override the constitution
although in Congress,
The Select Committee on the
Jan 6 Attack recommended
he be tried for insurrection,
fraud and he may well take the
Fourth Amendment while
personally I'd rather take
a fifth of single malt.

 

[AdriaRook]

"Shelf Life"
My sexuality sat upon a shelf
in a plain ceramic crucible.
The same way this womanhood
took away my importance,
my sanity,
my ambition,
my desires.

Breaking free of self-imposed shackles and chains,
from sensation denied, rejected.
Fevorous soul beseeching,
"Set me loose upon menfolk,
upon women,
upon the wise,
upon fools."



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Feedback?
I chose to write with by beats per line rather than rhyme: 11-9-7-7-4-4-3. If I'm off, call me out on it.

 

[Mrtenant]

Isn't it Ironic

Isn't it ironic that climate
warming may loosening
the polar vortex allowing
the jet stream to move further
South freezing us in more
temperate climes with
iguanas dropping from trees
in Florida and this can't be
good for orange juice futures.

And I'm not sure if it's ironic
or sad that the forty-fifth
President of the USA he is
hoping for resurrection and
to Override the constitution
although in Congress,
The Select Committee on the
Jan 6 Attack recommended
he be tried for insurrection,
fraud and may well take the
Fourth Amendment while
personally I'd rather take
a fifth of single malt.

Love it.

 

[Mrtenant]

Visions of long green grass
Soft and cool under my feet
Under the shade of the tree
Grown leafy tall in the yard
Psithurism filling my soul
Fresh grass, flowery perfumes
Crisp and cool
Closing my eyes in the wash
Of a fine Spring day
Shared with you

 

[Tzara]

the intensity of feeling I could see
in her eyes as I entered her again and again
was like a kind of exaltation
or revelation or autonomic swoon,
or perhaps merely a reflection

of my own now unburdening need

 

[Mrtenant]

Tales of yesterday
Tales of triumph
Tales of woe
Quells the beast within
Tales of which
Have yet to be told
Much you do not know
Worthy in this tale
In time darling
In due time

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Walking the pasture once of green
I came across what I hadn't seen
a sturdy brick wall so very high
it dared to touch the far away sky

Walking along, hands on the object
each rough yard threathens to infect
I stop like the words becoming echoes
wonder about the other side's meadows

My finger starts poking through the still wet grout
while the fires' burning brings smoke and drought
finally, a peeping hole in this massive barrier
only to find devastation what was once merrier

So many clouds caught it's dark like at night
rainstorms raging, it's a heartbreaking sight
This land in unbalance, I'm asking them all
strangers and friends, 'How to break down this wall?'

So the rain returns
to the fire that now burns
and the heat of here
dries the land over there

 

[Rockymtnman]

The silence Is so loud
i cease to hear my thoughts
and drift slowly away
like newly falling snow

 

[Rockymtnman]

The loud is too silent
and my thoughts scream at me
and I awaken like a volcano
destroying everything

 

[Rockymtnman]

I take another pull on the cuban
and the taste reminds me
Of our time in mexico

your tan skin
your perfect breasts swaying
as you dry off after a shower

the taste of your excitement
the moans as I nibbled
on various parts of your body
the feeling of being inside you

as I exhale and my mind
drifts back to the present
ode to joy softly plays behind me
the sun warms my face
and a tear let’s loose
down my cheek

 

[Lyricalli]

There must be grim satisfaction
to look back at the aftermath
charred remains and clouds of ash
with the hubris that you invented fire
as if you weren't handed matches
and given free reign to discover
every bit of friction you could use to strike them
by people who wanted to burn
to fan the flames
to test how hot they could get
before it turned to cinder and scars

We've all wielded torches
took our chances
danced in blazes that licked our skin
dared the sparks to combust
damned the consequences
learned that pain is part of being alive

Maybe you crave the taste of blame
to help feed the illusion
that your value is a boolean
of worthless or worthy
dismiss more complicated calculations
content to accept a simpler chemistry
that proves you're an arsonist
even when you're fuel
for an inferno someone else started
with their own appetite for destruction

 

[HarryHill]

Ay Mami!
Your carnitas,
fill my mouth up with,
piquant sweetness.
Now let's talk about that pie.