Submissions by blue_angel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Crafting Poetess in your midst...
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2014 9:14pm
16th Aug 2014 9:14pm
runish thorns
on the sleeve of clarity,
i sought a place extending.
amidst an earthly terrace -
unable to breathe.
i surrendered to him 'neath a gilded horizon
where velvet cattails crossed their swords.
tempting my lips to purr -
captivation arose.
after his shadow unraveled my song
whispers of amour were chased afar
nourished not, nor to be sworn -
reflecting nuance, he is a polished stone.
my trembling oath goes untold
a sun-kissed curse, i gathered from...
i sought a place extending.
amidst an earthly terrace -
unable to breathe.
i surrendered to him 'neath a gilded horizon
where velvet cattails crossed their swords.
tempting my lips to purr -
captivation arose.
after his shadow unraveled my song
whispers of amour were chased afar
nourished not, nor to be sworn -
reflecting nuance, he is a polished stone.
my trembling oath goes untold
a sun-kissed curse, i gathered from...
91 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2014 6:23pm
23rd Jul 2014 6:23pm
How deep can a poet see? - Meaning of Life {competition}
You ask poets to look inside the meaning of Life -
How deep does a poet see when imagining this reality?
"Life is the awakening,
the awakening of thy senses." -
Senses that rehash the past, and
gift you the streaming present,
the present experience of awarness.
Experience that builds memories upon choices.
Choice memories from each day until the last.
The open-eyes do admire in silence.
Silently absorbing the truth before you.
Now the mind is receiving what the eyes cannot speak,
yet the unspoken language they...
How deep does a poet see when imagining this reality?
"Life is the awakening,
the awakening of thy senses." -
Senses that rehash the past, and
gift you the streaming present,
the present experience of awarness.
Experience that builds memories upon choices.
Choice memories from each day until the last.
The open-eyes do admire in silence.
Silently absorbing the truth before you.
Now the mind is receiving what the eyes cannot speak,
yet the unspoken language they...
83 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jun 2014 9:59pm
29th Jun 2014 9:59pm
exquisite hunger
He meets her at dusk,
it's always the same.
Below the maple,
the maiden awaits.
This time is different,
he touches her tongue.
Then he blindfolds her,
and guides her along.
An entrance descends,
along the street's paseo.
Lit in lanterns low,
it's very discrete.
There are other guests,
hooded, and seated.
A stately table,
silently they sit.
He stops her just near,
removes her garments.
Exposed, feeling faint,
he lifts, and lies her,
center the table,
she quietly...
it's always the same.
Below the maple,
the maiden awaits.
This time is different,
he touches her tongue.
Then he blindfolds her,
and guides her along.
An entrance descends,
along the street's paseo.
Lit in lanterns low,
it's very discrete.
There are other guests,
hooded, and seated.
A stately table,
silently they sit.
He stops her just near,
removes her garments.
Exposed, feeling faint,
he lifts, and lies her,
center the table,
she quietly...
212 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 00:14am
13th Jun 2014 00:14am
burning inside
evening crept about me
strangely
a webbed faint glow
stilted hums from moments ago
pieces of me left strewn
shown bright, no conscience
go on now -
keep chinking my disease
whittle the bone -
who dare label one's fractures?
where the garden is, and
seeds were sewn -
remembrance of its beauty
hinged short of regalement
my eyes open, yet
stilled by a fire in the sky
I'm slain,
slain in thorns,
my soles burn
for this path I chose
penumbra stirs my steps
then sharpens its...
strangely
a webbed faint glow
stilted hums from moments ago
pieces of me left strewn
shown bright, no conscience
go on now -
keep chinking my disease
whittle the bone -
who dare label one's fractures?
where the garden is, and
seeds were sewn -
remembrance of its beauty
hinged short of regalement
my eyes open, yet
stilled by a fire in the sky
I'm slain,
slain in thorns,
my soles burn
for this path I chose
penumbra stirs my steps
then sharpens its...
63 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 11:40pm
1st Jun 2014 11:40pm
Sky Darkens over Page
In the library quiet:
I delight along pages thick, repeating amative passages. Enchained by the poet's sensual art. My throat restricts. The air is so dry in here, a contrast to my illustrious invitation for dark romancing diction. I often return in thought to the mystic man, whom arrived upon my wake, a few days past.
A book snaps shut, intruding my languor. I scan down the hallow isles and only chills skitter my spine. I recall his scent, for me, a pure musk of intoxicant. His features were hardened with knowledge. Being as though he could envision what is me, and all...
I delight along pages thick, repeating amative passages. Enchained by the poet's sensual art. My throat restricts. The air is so dry in here, a contrast to my illustrious invitation for dark romancing diction. I often return in thought to the mystic man, whom arrived upon my wake, a few days past.
A book snaps shut, intruding my languor. I scan down the hallow isles and only chills skitter my spine. I recall his scent, for me, a pure musk of intoxicant. His features were hardened with knowledge. Being as though he could envision what is me, and all...
113 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2014 9:45pm
28th May 2014 9:45pm
chaliced
chaliced
tips flaring thick
their tongues of fire
praising, bruised skies,
scorned by cumulus swells
[/I]freely
spurring their pulpous
pollinations in wisps afar[/I]
with bare soles
she slips a path
'neath their blaze
awakening
the artist to darken
his heedful strokes
for the attentive battle
named, woman and earth.
note: My ekphrasis on this Van Gogh painting
tips flaring thick
their tongues of fire
praising, bruised skies,
scorned by cumulus swells
[/I]freely
spurring their pulpous
pollinations in wisps afar[/I]
with bare soles
she slips a path
'neath their blaze
awakening
the artist to darken
his heedful strokes
for the attentive battle
named, woman and earth.
note: My ekphrasis on this Van Gogh painting
88 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd May 2014 11:52pm
22nd May 2014 11:52pm
On The Tongue of Midnight
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect." Anais Nin
I stand on the tongue of midnight, skyclad. Entertaining a wicked delight to frolic with the Gods of darkness and plight. They wisp amidst this ancient forest. Entering and exiting my exile through a pallid veil, rising quick to scourge their fevers upon the frail.
I face the winds that dare to kiss my skin, when I feel him enter in. A shadow of many charms, expertly flirting with fertile words. He is a stranger in my land with a fervent need...
I stand on the tongue of midnight, skyclad. Entertaining a wicked delight to frolic with the Gods of darkness and plight. They wisp amidst this ancient forest. Entering and exiting my exile through a pallid veil, rising quick to scourge their fevers upon the frail.
I face the winds that dare to kiss my skin, when I feel him enter in. A shadow of many charms, expertly flirting with fertile words. He is a stranger in my land with a fervent need...
117 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2014 4:08pm
7th May 2014 4:08pm
bleed your worth to me
the vintage fields that bloom verses - call me out...
lost on an echo; captured on a thought.
out into the open, once more; exposing a dark elegance.
his voice circles around my mind -
squeezing the shine from the stars.
the stars that shattered words before,
before the past could endure their pain.
the moment seeded, and bled its worth to me.
encapsulate; control.
twirl me deeper,
deeper into my greedy, gravitational tug.
Oh, sleeper of dreams; return unto...
lost on an echo; captured on a thought.
out into the open, once more; exposing a dark elegance.
his voice circles around my mind -
squeezing the shine from the stars.
the stars that shattered words before,
before the past could endure their pain.
the moment seeded, and bled its worth to me.
encapsulate; control.
twirl me deeper,
deeper into my greedy, gravitational tug.
Oh, sleeper of dreams; return unto...
96 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2014 00:18am
6th May 2014 00:18am
without reason
i laugh without cause...
then silence strikes the wall
and just like a demon
your lips curl around me -
without reason
heave in deep
so blind eyes can see -
forever in me
my whispers itch to crawl
along your withering thoughts
disappear in the toxic fog of intrigue
tempt the seductress with Hell's luxuries
roll back your soul's panes
tease the beast within me
allow fear to trellis my steps
tightly twist my tongue, man ...
then silence strikes the wall
and just like a demon
your lips curl around me -
without reason
heave in deep
so blind eyes can see -
forever in me
my whispers itch to crawl
along your withering thoughts
disappear in the toxic fog of intrigue
tempt the seductress with Hell's luxuries
roll back your soul's panes
tease the beast within me
allow fear to trellis my steps
tightly twist my tongue, man ...
165 reads
13 Comments
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