“THE RIVER”
Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
I start as a drop, flow as a trickle; Develop into a stream and gushes like a fall, Dancing dow as a Brook, growing like a lake. I…
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Winding road
Winding road Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where. Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and… Continue reading
Once, I
Originally posted on RamJet Poetry:
A proverbial mushroom in the closet fed you know what eat me and get high for a while vomit me back into the toilet I will eventually make…
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.… Continue reading
this sweetness
Originally posted on Ionwhite Poetry:
the soul flooded by this sweetness as she is pure and becomes all that is lovely and this sweetness was put inside the marrow of her heart and…
Recollections’
Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kelly I was intoxicated by you, my beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading
Beneath your coat
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Losing your mind feels like Slipping your chaffed hands into a pair of rubber gloves Plunging them into hot washing up water Hearing the chink of porcelain, knocking against…
Fleeting romance
Originally posted on Megha's World:
“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” ― Oscar Wilde Oh! how fleeting it was how softly it made me blush left my heart feeling so sanguine…
“The pureness of my reflection.
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with… Continue reading
‘Concrete angel’
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when… Continue reading