Stunned for words as the carnal desires drive us in tension and lust, holding on to the precipice lapping up in sensual frenzy the moment we holdfast
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Strayed from the hearts of those who have already forgotten. Illustrated by only silent blood invisible to the human eye. Lest, the legacy of those innocent souls be doomed to the new world of freedom.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Silly girl. You should know It’s a pipe dream, that Love plays an illusion and teases Endless nights of sparkling , Never to deliver them.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Soft shadows flit 'neath moon's pale ghostly glow, Incestuous rendezvous, with heads bowed low, Lust’s softest moan, forbidden flesh they take,
By Paul Mansfieldabout a year ago in Poets
She sat by herself under the moonlight, Intentions leaving her mind but not her mouth, Lips moving in manifestation Even though sound did not find escape.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
Silence your mind from the Bustle OF Life In the mist of Chaos, there is Calm In Silence Learning to be calm in silence can be a process
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Poets
Softly, darkness lay like a blanket, holding the world as it breathed deeply. Inside, everyone was still dreaming, not yet ready to stir before the dawn. A
By Bugsy Wattsabout a year ago in Poets
Still the noise, Inside my head. Letting go, Everything gone, Nothing left. Cavernous, Empty.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Silence, How Absolute is it really? Insects will simmer down to just below a whisper Listen in the still of night and realize
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Softly feeling the wind on my skin I rest on a large, granite boulder Looking out onto the beautiful lake Eager to step out and move forward
By Jaye Poolabout a year ago in Poets
Simon and Garfunkel talk of your darkness, my old friend; I instead see light, rescuing me, like a hero's cape, swooping in,
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
"Skibidi on repeat, why you being so obsolete." "In my room mewing away, looksmaxxing for brat summer all day." "Letting go of my negative ten aura, gonna be serving cunt not like trad wife Dora."
By Jay Kobayashiabout a year ago in Poets
