#poetry bits

[lilbunminx]

They can never understand because their anger is fire compared to my sun.

Their fire burns and fades out.

My sun burns and creates. It makes more. It flares and burns the whole universe, an endless creation of old material into new.

That is the anger I am talking about.

My anger.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Sydcarmy by Baldwin

[sanddollarpoems]

You reverberate

Echos of something beautiful

Hidden beneath the surface

I search

But only find your footprints

[everywarmth]

My mother’s body by Marge Piercy

[kieren-fucking-walker]

I love you. I love you.

Good morning. Good night.

[self-crowned-queen]

I don't want to write a full poem

about you and by full

I just mean long

because if I do,

I don't think 

I'll be able to 

stop. 

~E.W.

[melaningospels]

Him

A token chance.

A leading man. Confident, sound.

Firm all around. Standing strong, above it all.

Holding on to the prize delivered.

In accordance with the spiritual breathing inside.

Aware and rare. He is who he is.

Traveling through the stars. Bystanders beware.

In his presence, sparks fly. A blessing awaiting.

A blessing, caressing. His touch, his lust.

Driving my love. Watering my bud of life.

A snug hug his hands don't know.

A show to sow.

A seed inside of she.

[melaningospels]

Where One Belongs

How the heart beats in sync with thee. Lone and loud it makes sense. High and full, it makes peace. Unity.

With the only part that it will fit. The body.

Beating forward with the last thought, tuning in. Tragedy and love. Human vitality.

As bold as it feels, it is caged. It is old.

Blood rushes far and around it goes. Rushing. Waves of red, rooted. Seated divine, cahooting. A turning point. A breaking point, a direction. A pin and a piece of power.

Written, scripted. A lesson.

Planted on the foundation of time. Here is inside. Here is behind. Here is now.