#poetselixir

[heartofmuse]

Let my body talk,

While my soul burns,

Drunk on feeling,

Dancing desire,

Breathes like firestorm,

Stars exploding,

As moans wet the night,

Raining pleasure,

On a bonfire

That never ceases.

e.v.e.

[soulreserve]

Driftwood

You are clear wind, playing into the shadows. From the open into the rushes. Here evenings feed you on moon's gentle light. Here daytime sun shimmers upon your body, a golden token. You shouldn't be here in this world, but I have tugged and brought you with me. Opened you up into old wounds that ooze Marri's red kino. Into thick tufts of banksia flowers that blossom painted wood-like petals into organised architecture of immense perfection.

How upon your journey beyond death, from redwood to here, you've lost familiarity. You've become a figment that grows roots deep like eucalyptus. And flakes bark after bark into sheeted paperbark lacework. And stands bent at the knees in sweet lake water lapping at language, speaking to me in tongues.

I have learnt with you how love loses shape after loss, becomes air, becomes an image that haunts in tender vivid ways.

You, driftwood grief, and I, slowly drifting towards you. © SoulReserve 2026

[dg-fragments]

There's a sky over the sky, where the sun still shines through, find me there; amidst the trials and tribulations, when things still fall in place, find me there.

-DG

[mybeautifulbleedingpieces]

just for tonight, let me be perfect

forget the vision of me in your head

that chaotic storm of black curls

framing a face devoid of color,

and warmth, and dreams

erase it from your memories

and let tonight be the fantasy

you deserve to come true

let me be your muse,

paint me in burning crimson

and azure, and black, and magenta

recreate me in whatever form

you please, let me be

the gentle fingers tracing

the length of your body

as you gasp for air, let me

breathe you in until you explode

in ecstasy, let me

silence the noise thundering

in your head, chase away

the monsters crawling on your bed

just for tonight, let me be

your calm, your refuge, your home

because tomorrow,

fate will be cruel to us again

maim us,

separate us,

there'll be no concept of us again

so love me while you can

forget that i am not yours,

and you belong to someone else

-katie

[pocketfullofpoesies]

.

there are

an unlimited number

of things you can connect

with someone over...

there's no excuse

for disconnection

and distance

.

~ @pocketfullofpoesies

[scatteredthoughts2]

A Butterfly Without Wings.

My daughter came to visit today,

But I was locked inside my head,

Just staring out at clouds of grey

And begging God to strike me dead.

She sits beside me and talks to me,

She holds my hands; she tells me things,

But that I'm locked up, she cannot see,

I'm a butterfly, but I have no wings.

I'm talking away but she cannot hear,

I make no sound because my lips are sealed,

I want to ask her to ease my fear,

So that's what's inside me can be revealed.

She wheels me out to sit on the deck,

The clouds have lifted, the sun shines down,

Whilst inside my head, I am going berserk,

I'm so trapped inside the face of a clown.

She is leaving now, she will call next week,

And maybe the others will come to call,

But what's the point when I cannot speak,

I'll just wheel myself down this lonely hall.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scatteredhoughts

[tomalbon]

Poem #100

The wave form, flesh of white fruits

And pre-dawn rain. A taste of open water

That could down you in an inch.

Earth signs mark the southern passages.

Wheat bores from holes perceived as stars.

Asphodels. Yellow-green scents on the tongue.

Speak in triplets like pressing a flower.

Portals of blue and purple, between states,

Before the invention of time gave words to

Our distances. Something pulls at the back

Of my eye, a slip between the red horizon,

Superimposed from another place entirely.

I will tell my children the sky is the colour of pomegranates.

I will show them that the long river’s pull is like walking on the moon.

I will wash them in the slow days between then and now.

A version of me must carry it.

-

[4lornly]

I think I might be happy, but I'm not sure

Sometimes I worry that what I think is contentment is more like

A leveling

Like something inside me was piled so high it became unstable and collapsed

The jenga blocks come tumbling down and sure everything is more even-keel now and the view is back to being unobstructed

But there's also no tower

And if you look closely the flatness is really a jumbled mess of loose bricks, no rhyme, no reason, even less order than the previous looming monument to chaos

I'm not actually sure flatness is, in itself, a good thing

I don't know if I'm content or just calm

I can think of a thousand reasons why I shouldn't be calm

Maybe even a thousand thousands

But the urgency, the intensity

They can't touch me anymore

They can't reach me

It'll take time to build the tower back up to their heights again, but I'm sure it will be built

In the meantime, I'm here at sea level

Being carelessly buffeted by waves of tranquility

Unsure if what I feel is pleasant or relief at the absence of any feeling at all in the face of so much unpleasantness that it's returned me to state of internal blankness

--tranquil // 4lornly