BURNING MUSES

Back in 2011 there was just one reblog blog that I remember...Burning Muse.  It was created by Noelle and was the template for all other reblog blogs that followed to this day.  Noelle made me one of the staff and showed me the ropes WRT reblogging other poets words.  She's the reason I started Recognizing The Voiceless.  This is my tribute to Noelle and her vision.  Burning Muse was taken...

[zengenevieve]

Skin —

Your skin, your explicit storybook

and I am an avid reader

Pages to explore

with my eyes, my hands, my lips, my tongue

A feast for my senses

Tease my insatiable appetite

and curiosity

No page left untouched

__🖋️

Hello @picklemafia and @butwhyareyoureyessosad

Here is my submission for the “skin” prompt ✨

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

bending and molding

myself to what form

is most useful

you may ask

what I require

but truthfully

i haven’t the

faintest idea

your scent drives

me wild

whatever ache

let me fill it

oh how vivacious

the look in your eyes

just begging for

a taste

how gladly I’d be

to see you satiated

hungry only for me

[emphasiskills]

I remember cherishing you,

I said,

like that meant anything

but a burial.

In the best of all possible worlds:

you knew

I didn't deserve it,

and you loved me anyway.

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

again this weather

knows not what to be

my system feels haywire

brain zing as I try to see

what lies beneath

administrator override

no longer admitted

so i sit here in the dark

waiting for some reason

for any reason

but none finds me

so rest assured

i am just as lost

we will see it through

together somehow

[autonomy1]

more fade

it learns

remembering

another journey to waiting

here within chaos layers

only/collecting

you through versions returning

like a distortion replacing

distortion

[fille--de--joies]

Morning sun rays sliding merrily through the window as I raise the roller blind. If only I could get rid of this useless questioning interiority that spoils my perception of the simple things with its pointless cerebral neediness. Be quiet, I say, I'm trying to enjoy breakfast. My friend told me I have a good anchorage, but that it also hinders creativity. What's being myself if the self itself is multiple selves at once? The toaster popping sound jolts me out of my thoughts. The cat is strugglingly opening the pane with its tiny foot (yes it can), it thrusts its head through the slot, hops inside, and starts strolling like a lion in the kitchen, roaring meows claiming its breakfast too. My café au lait is ready. Time to numb this mind with a news analysis podcast.

[literaryvein]

watched the sea and made a quote edit from the piece, "A Patchwork Poem", from my debut writing collection [get a copy & read the full piece HERE] [or PDF] —L. V.

[definegodliness]

The thuds

Where should Be silence, sometimes I hear

A shuffling of things Meekly dragging on.

Sometimes, a short whine, half sighed,

And worst of all, the scratches: writing On the wall.

I cannot stand the sound.

I creak Open the door; Light a match stick, And try to see What the void does not swallow.

Within the nothingness, One faintly orange sphere, surrounding The match head, and these fingers that Are my own.

Otherwise, There is only sound: A shuffling sauntering, slowly closing in. It stops where I am Still blind.

Now heard, the beat. That all familiar beat.

The thuds.

The thuds.

The thuds that beckon One step closer. One step closer, to see.

I reach, but I keep One foot on the door sill; that old creaking Maw,

It may not slam shut on me.

I reach, stretching out my limbs for nothing.

But there is something Still here.

The thuds.

The thuds.

That Harrowing Familiar beat.

We do not reconcile.

I retreat.

--- 24-5-2026, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

Spun

You return to me, Cyclically: as a whiff of a hallucinated scent; As a flashback that Etches itself in the atmosphere, Lingering almost long enough to Return real.

Short-lived instances, these, wherein My inner world booms and blossoms By a sparked (mere) belief in your apparition.

If I am truly lucky, You return to me as a dream: Mine, for one night and a day.

So real, Almost real, That ever since you left, I have been wanting to make sense Of this

Returning.

First, I told myself it was the heart's Muscle memory:

The first time we met; our first kiss; The first time sex, and, Above all, The first "I love you" we Whispered into The aether.

All these golden threads tied to time's fabric. Yet time isn't cyclical,

Or is it?

Later, I considered The moon the culprit;

Thought Your returning Had something to do With its full pull, or new releasing All the water that makes me, or maybe At least my blood.

But despite wishful thinking Heavily influencing my pattern seeking, I could never Honestly link you to The phases of the moon.

In hindsight, I was only lying to myself. Cheating with the dates; what's a day, Anyway?

Everything, it seems.

Truth be told, I do not know Why your returning to me feels so cyclical, But when I look to the night sky each night And see the constellations slowly changing Places, as Earth is spinning, I realize this love is so much Bigger than me.

To me, You are love.

And love is all —

The All.

And I am spinning, Spinning, spinning.

--- 1-6-2026, M.A. Tempels ©

[stolenhead]

lovely as light to my aberrant sight coronated in the copper kiss of a sullen sunset i feel the hum of your yellow jacket heart the fever of it like a fist buried in sunsoaked soil i know you swallow skyfuls of tears

[stolenhead]

amber shadows breathe in fireshot valleys of forgetfulness storm wet, thundering exhalations of smoke and ash, dragons' sighs blood marbled sclera and waxing pupil of starslimed eyes, closed against the lunar white of your cheek eclipsing the bankruptcy of being in the totality of here, of now my incisors, diamonds strung along the moonscape of your throat enumerating ruinous wishes

[twohousesoftheholy]

Kiss me

Like the legs of the wine

Lingering on the glass

As ours intertwine

Like those summers

We kissed through the phases

Of the sun and the moon

Awkwardly forgetting

How to hold onto

Each others hand

Kiss me

As if you remember

When the sun only shone

For just the two of us

Foreshadowing

All of the love we made

After midnight

Just kiss me as if to remember

Then kiss me not to forget

[tinydancerinyourhead]

quick witted virtuoso, i

breathe your poetry like oxygen

beyond depth and razor tongue

entangled web both lyrical

and catastrophic. tell me

where do you find the nerve

to choke me up in word

leave me noosed in the threads

of your inner world. continue on

in your journey and i will be here

impatiently ingesting your verse

until you revitalize this prying

mind once again

[twohousesoftheholy]

Lets negotiate exctasy

Your level of pleasure Ill find

Here where I’ve always wanted

To have your delicious mind

Awake I die craving

When youre not in the place I can find

Whereas you’re already wanted

Wanting to be tethered unkind

I wish you love bound

In various ways to unwind

Quite literally without you I’m blind

Seeking the manna of heaven

The way I tear you apart is designed

To speed my decline and decay

Matching the speed of your grind

Tempest come dance for me only

To an oft spoken hymm you’re assigned

[bluesandbarebones]

Apathy

Always the black sheep of the -pathy family— she sleeps while Sympathy writes a get-well card. Empathy cries. Antipathy rants. But Apathy just watches the siblings with disinterest from the couch under a blanket, her headphones on. Her only adventure is moving back to her bedroom, plugging in her phone, watching life outside the window, and wondering if disappearing in the Bermuda Triangle is still a thing. (Then realizing the effort involved in getting there would be overwhelming.) So she sleeps, dreaming of a house on fire, someone hollering in the distance, the kite string in her hands tangled in a tree. Looking down, her diary is a blank page. The cat licks her face, and she wakes, disgruntled. The fates have sent another day.

[chrystal-is-clear]

✨ WHEN THE STARS WILL ALIGN ✨

We will meet at the moment

When the stars will align

Two halves will be one

And no one can deny.

We will find each other

When the stars will align

Holding hands,slow dance

What more could be fine.

We will cherish each other

When the stars will align

The moon will shine at its brightest

Will give us the sign.

I'll put my head on your shoulder

You'll hold me so close even if it's not so colder.

Our eyes will be closed

Will feel the wind, feel the light

Hear heartbeats,quietly enclosed.

I'll whisper in your ear

Will not be a dream

We will share our feelings

When the stars will align.

💫💖💫

[chrystal-is-clear]

HEATED ARGUMENT

These days are not going well

Feel like someone is ringing my anger bell.

I feel so annoyed

That I'm annoying everyone

Going for a small talk

But argument happen.

I'm so cranky, nag a lot

With a gloomy face, all the works

I abort.

I was finding the reason

Now my research is complete

And sincerely I blame the

summer heat.