Every word deserves to be read

Just a reader

[sabrinalopeswrites]

Taste

She climbed

into imaginations limbs,

cradled in reprieve;

as an eager child might rest

within branches

of a fruit bearing tree.

The nectar of aspiration lay

sweet upon her tongue,

while dreams dangled

within grasp,

waiting to be consumed.

Sabrina Escorcio

April 22nd, 2018

[just-4-thought]

The Dance of Warding

Demon whispers Shout Louder than hymns. Drown the soul Sucker.

My reflection Spreads wide, Slides to her knees, Curls back, and Lifts her chest heaven ward.

I kick Twirl like A vane’s cool breath. Slice his thick Words.

request from @wordswritteninsilence “Behind Closed Doors”

[kriti-g]

sometimes metaphors can hold the truest of realities , all this heartache wasn’t as pretty as the poems and the last time we spoke you said you are fine but the look on your face , told a different reality And the last time you said I love you , it felt you stopped long back and these words now just cover everything you are afraid to say and it never hurts more to realise that now you speak to me in empty words .

Poetry prompt by @wordswritteninsilence (via kriti-g)

[mikefrawley]

While I Wasn’t Watching

Useless would be any words I might offer to give encouragement or occasionally scold for while I wasn’t watching, you grew up and in the distance between us, I grew old Great can be the list of a father’s regrets lamenting many things we might have done yet despite my misgivings and mistakes no man could ever be more proud of his son

[katrinnac]

Never Had a Clue

You had such curly hair So dark and beautiful A fearless feckless one You had a pretty face You would go out again Wow, you were grown up Going dancing again Of course they would want you You smelled like willingness Though I could always see The holes behind your eyes What were you hiding from Did I understand you No time for anything But a good time, next time You were afraid of time Creeping across your face You were chic and curvy Fussed at me as I grew My hair was far too dark My skin was much too young Never saw my closed eyes Or my camouflaged heart No time for anything You really could not see Anything but good times Looking for a good time And I hid in plain sight Even you didn’t see me As I knelt at your feet Tried to look up to you Even you didn’t see me But it’s okay. It is. For I never saw you I never had a clue

@katrinnac

[aubriestar]

another summer day

when gardenias sweeten the ravishing air laden moisture beading up let me lick the balm of eucalyptus off your lips brushing soft against the bareness of heated days, we rest together in bucolic fields of wild lilies your guitar tuned to birdsong settled in the birch branches turquoise notes of serenity tasted on a breeze we string crystal days together into diamonds, clasped in a jewel box of slow amethyst melodies opened on a winter’s thought of us

~Aubrie~2018

[aubriestar]

sinking

if I could but banish every banality swirling deep aquamarine eddies underwater chaos cannot come up for air insolent tones shaded violent they sink in a vortex luminous violet vapors float sighs downstream shocked into complacency chlorinated

~Aubrie~2018

[fantodsdhrit]

beloved xlix

in rosewater mixed with wine,

she is the river lapwing of sorrow, when she ebbs, is when she truly exist,

my poems say less than her eyes;

her crimson lips eclipse the sunrise beyond maroon peak,

this indian summer spent in her moonshine presence,

with golden dust;

her tide takes away my cup to another world, i remain parched,

a rainforest without monsoon—the moment, when i break every thread,

to enter her.

[teacup13-deactivated20200319]

sometimes love fills you

so full you want it to be

true, to shed a smile that

can jewel a fitted breath

is to count growth against

the dreams that hold me;

the gentle doesn’t bruise

against a blank flower &

though happy endings are

just stories that haven’t

ended yet, I just want to

be sad on another

planet

[teacup13-deactivated20200319]

somethings hurt until they

become another feeling you

just have to live with & if I

could log every cup of water

that washes the copper from

your voice, we could always

see the sun; all my words are

just answers to the questions

I wish you asked - I won’t leave

you, but I will leave

here

[drearydaffodil]

A soft shifting chaos, wires

Wrapped around my silken

Skin–is this real? Your dark

Hair, your passion fruit

lips and limpid, coffee

Ground eyes– I didn’t know

How beautiful binary could

Be, baptize me in this water

A metal tube of wonder, did

I take the blue pill? I can

Taste the tang of the

Forbidden, a trench coat

Of secrets, save me my

Messiah, I haven’t felt

Anything in days, remind

Me where my nerves still

Lay under my skin, sleeping

[drearydaffodil]

[alexandraswritingblock]

Summer job,

In an industry I never thought I’d work in. I proved myself so wrong. The irony.

L.Y.S.S

[tremblingwarsong]

ghost lurking around me/can’t seem to let go of your rotting body- please come back to me/please leave me be- my open-mouthed melancholy/your ink-stained memory; this nostalgic prelude to the death of beauty [in me] apparition.

[adamantseal]

Bacchanalia

children of Liber

celebrate the ecstasy of your god

thousands of priests

fallen in glory

to the mystery of your

sinister midnights

the fruited wine a bloody stain

upon ripe lips

red with song

limbs supple under moonlight

a golden circle

dancing

supping

singing

in the gathering dark

among tall trees risen

pleasure taken in the mouths of wolves

flesh to flesh the frenzied hands

roaming breast to hip

along the many-bodied beast

the writhing mass of acolytes

perfumed with sweat

pale muscled thighs

dripping with the heady scent of seed

down through the deep green olive groves

they revelled nude

these glistening newborn constellations

as one the might of heaven’s stars

ripped through the lowing cattle

all clad in naught but pelt and gore

devouring as they came

tongues and teeth

rough on skin so sweet

they pinkened apple cheeks

by morning all had woken bruised

minds sore as broken pinions

aghast at the god’s euphoric rites

the city burned

their errant children

[misplacednotes]

if i had a way back to you these tears would retrace their streams to water a garden than to fall on dead soil if you should return back to me these tears would fill my heart with faith to water my soul than to fall on broken promises if we were brave enough these tears would make us strong to mend to water our need to heal than to fall on excuses my darling i hope you are well

@misplacednotes​

[misplacednotes]

our skin has stretched to cover the lengths of our bones as a reminder of infinite possibilities.

never lose your imagination @misplacednotes  (via misplacednotes)