#poem post

[pensieveprose]

Kingdon as text posts pt. 2

[crymeamarlowe]

For the willows abandoning their Kingdom

For the sweet -yet sharp- lick of freedom

I ask of you to sing to me your balladry

That showcases your overreaching bravery

For the Pelargoniums that cleanse their nation

Fighting the malignant and maiming the past

I ask of you to slacken and capitulate at last

May your reward be of slumber and recreation

For the winds that are in nature dyadic

Swirling and twirling as if softly waltzing

I ask that your lives you'll be exalting

May your interwoven destinies never be tragic

[lilablanc]

Minha magia.

Escrito por:Larissa Jorge De Moraes(Lila Blanc)

Postado no substack originalmente.

Rosas são bonitas, violetas são as mais benditas.

Campos floridos são vidas

Os jardins são repletos de flores

Mas não se comparam aos teus amores, adoro seus valores, sabores e odores.

Sua pele me encanta com sua beleza.

Sou apaixonada em tua delicadeza, esperteza e gentileza.

Sua alma é cheia de nobreza.

A grandeza da tua bondade sempre me deixa surpresa.

Seus toques me causam arrepios.

Mas não daqueles sombrios e frios.

São aqueles arrepios calorosos.

Toques amorosos, ansiosos, saborosos, preciosos e curiosos.

Você alegra minha vida e meu dia.

Eleva minha alegria, e me guia para mais um dia.

É tudo tão cheio de harmonia.

Escrevo minha poesia inspirada por você, causador de toda minha alegria e energia.

Você faz magia.

Escrito por:Larissa Jorge De Moraes(Lila Blanc).

Obrigada por terem lido até aqui, beijos da Lila.

[theladywitdacookies]

LOVE IN THE STATIC

JLK

A thousand miles of static line,

Of glowing screens and out of mind,

Yet through the ether, sharp and clear,

You find a way to hold me near.

Your phantom touch, a quiet grace,

Descending upon this worried face.

A tender kiss against my brow,

Equanimity medicine I allow.

It cools the fever and the whoosh,

And turns the static into hush;

A dose of serenity, a sudden salve,

That leaves the frantic currents calm.

Then the ghost of your embrace,

Defying laws of time and space.

It wraps around my heavy chest,

And whispers through heated unrest;

“You’re safe.” 

A truth the lungs receive,

The only air I care to breathe.

You are too far for hands to meet,

Beyond the reach of empty streets,

Mountains wide, a silent phone,

A place where I am left alone,

Yet in the quiet, soft and deep,

Before the world resolves to sleep,

Your distant love still finds its part,

To heal the mind and hold the heart.

[ironroserequiem]

Gaze Into The Mouth of Hell with Me | A Poem Post

Gaze into the mouth of Hell with me.

What really there is to be feared?

Drink from a river of blood with me.

What really there is to be scorned?

Gaze into the mouth of Hell with me.

Sing this symphony of mania with me.

What really there is to be forbidden?

Scream that cacophony of torment with me.

What really is there to be hidden?

Gaze into the mouth of Hell with me.

Walk that path of heresy with me.

What really is there to be unquestioned?

Dance this routine of decadence with me.

What really is there to be unenjoyed?

Gaze into the mouth of Hell with me.

Succumb to a fate of temptation with me.

What really is there is there to be avoided?

Submit to the darkness of otherkind with me.

What really is there to be derided?

Spiral into the depths of Hell with me.

[lariumbreon]

The clock will still tick without you,

The sun will rise,

The moon will set,

You are not the reason sand falls.

The wind will still howl without you,

The rain will drum,

The songbird will sing,

You are not instrumental to the song of life.

There was a time,

I thought you pulled the sun,

And hung the moon,

That you came from the heavens,

That you were the air I breathed,

And gave the joys I'd put to song.

But now the clock still ticks without you,

The sun has long since set,

The moon begins its next cycle,

And you weren't the cause of any of it.

The air sits still without you,

The drought has killed the field,

The birds have left their nest,

The air grows cold with life's momentary rest.

There was a time,

I thought you made the days go dark,

And the nights go still,

That you salted my earth,

And stole the joy from my voice.

But now the clock still ticks without you,

All I know now is without you,

And without you now I know,

That spring will always come to clear away the snow.

[bluebird-poetry96]

Midnight thoughts

I'm unsure I can continue...

I want to be with the Moon,

Back to Stardust and Nebula's.

Weighted body gone.

To be free.

- Raven Blue Bird