miracles of nature
2055 by AmandaBlack In Light by Oer-Wout
zimowy wiewior by pepapigo All that Mumbles by Oer-Wout Just like heaven by diensilver
:thumb355200750: Golden touch by PawelMatys -Depth of the forest energy- by Janek-Sedlar
Dead Romantic by JunJun510 Springs awakening ... by MartaC Cold Winter Rain by incolor16
Dried planet by joannakossak Mg 2226 by julie-rc Fragile...V by JoannaRzeznikowska
When seasons meet by Sandy515 Pulled into the Fire by Oer-Wout ForgetMeNot. by Somebody--else
sun by SpeECc Look After You by billiejolm Bloom in dreams by Serdar-T
The Mystic's Dream by FrosinaIlievska Between the dews by diensilver Jumping Spider - Phidippus mystaceus by ColinHuttonPhoto
New dreams by RezzanATAKOL There's always next year by Northstar76 I got the Blue by RezzanATAKOL
Ad Libitum by Oer-Wout Melancholia Woods by nina-Y :thumb358518520:
Autumn by fruitpunch1 we are fragile by Megson Missing you by diensilver
:thumb325212801: The Ballerinas by ejohanne Stop And Stare by jostef
Reflections of Springtime by WaterStreetNorth My Paradise by ildiko-neer Elvish Forest by aponom
That Same Other World by LarsVanDeGoor Candy Cane Forest by Nelleke The eternal magic of winter... by emmanueldautriche
Winter Forest 2 by Regadenzia Leaning towards winter by poppywaters Mooi Stil by Nelleke
heartbeatas i see your love open the doorheartbeat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& feeling my heartbeat...
thank you for fighting.
i feel your heartbeat.
they seem all intertwined
& better together, as
i start to believe ♥
Girl as NicotineShe is the Mona Lisa dip-dyed in ivory, flecks of oilGirl as Nicotine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
paint curling at the corners of her eyes. Her name is warped water
underneath rope bridges, ecstasy in a chalk pill.
It will go down easily with a pair of blue eyes and a cup of red wine.
Just don't choke when the signs of the zodiac rush in over your tongue
and you're overwhelmed with the taste of silk sheets. Sagittarius will take
you to the forest and to Jupiter's storms, Leo sounds like solar flares and
will show you a pride of lions hunting at the first waver of dawn, but it's
Gemini you have to watch out for. It will split itself into two
and replicate in your synapses.
'Addicted' is not an easy word to shape.
Star-studded lips are really just glued-on diamantes clouding
up a strobe light's vision, reflecting in disco balls as the world
cavorts around the dance floor. Piles of colours scattered around
are only clothes at the bottom of a single bed with rumpled duvets
that smell of cologne and 'how could you?' etched into the m
i am opened (A Pseudo Ode to a Poet)nowi am opened (A Pseudo Ode to a Poet)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
put your finger in
feel the moisture
of fluid expression
fingers not welcomed
denied the dryness
of comatic depression
fingers hands lips teeth tongue
fought for air
of worded manifestation
you poet burned my fortress
ignited my voice
branded me one of you
i am opened
give me your hand
down every invisible highwaygravity bounddown every invisible highway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the land's memory
the green dancer,
outside the box.
when the sky melts down
our secret is like a crimson desire.
a place for us
disillusionmentdisillusionment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swallow back tears
past the mountain
a bitter pill lodged in my throat
acrid taste disintegrating hope
the flavor tasted over and over again
like the heartbeat in the dry, cracked skin at the end of my fingertips
a pain that cannot be hidden
a constant reminder of being too open
Twisted Corsettwisted corsetTwisted Corset2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tangled in strings
of the heart
No Longer Coldblue skies, birds singingNo Longer Cold2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
warm spring breezes soothe - my heart
no longer cold, blooms
Tell Me Travelling Bard, Is It True?I recall the first day you came from distant lands,Tell Me Travelling Bard, Is It True?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were a travelling bard, simple, yet bizarre,
Yet my heart knew that it had met all its demands
And I fell in love as I watched you from afar.
You enchanted me with your eyes and your words.
Everything you said glistened with pure magic
And I listened to them all: tales of war and swords,
Songs of freedom, stories both joyful and tragic.
And you also told me where your heart once belonged,
To an uncanny woman whom you thought divine;
But you claim to have forgotten her when she wronged
And quickly assured me that your heart was now mine.
But then tell me, travelling bard, is it true?
Where you come from, are all the dragons more feral?
Are your mountains diamond and seas a brighter blue?
And are your titans vile demons that imperil?
So are your lands different than my own or the same?
See? They are alike, just as you have also claimed.
Then why is it that, each time that you speak her name,
It seems a more magic world, vivid
The Betrayal of LumenThe Betrayal of Lumen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as they waltz across
My love lives onMy love lives on5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though you left, my love lives on
Even though my heart is broken my love lives on
Even though I cry every night my love lives on
Every morning I still make coffee for two, even though I know your gone
This house is empty without you there, the halls so quiet, the morning so still, even though I'm ever so sad my love lives on
Even though your not there to greet me in the morning, I still greet you
Even though you're gone I still love you
Secrets Are Divinesecrets are divineSecrets Are Divine2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
spring whispers into my ear
peeps heard, hollowed tree
A Short Love StoryYour tearsA Short Love Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the watery grave
of my heart.
Ammiro le stelleAmmiro le stelleAmmiro le stelle9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ma è solo guardare
e loro, sorelle,
si fanno le gare.
Mi vince la prima,
là, appena su guardo
quella buia stima
d'un verso leopardo.
RememberingRememberingRemembering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brother said he slept with me (unholy congress),
a bramble brier of limbs, cocks and mouths.
They never said, oh so poor sleeping beauty’s wall
was pocked with uncoupled blasphemous poppies.
But I was a strumpet, the number of how many I slept with
could be be found if you tore through a cereal box.
His first wife sang Hail Marys when hearing of my lovers,
labyrinthine mazes of prayers. When my husband danced with me.
the Pavan, Lord Zouch’s Maske. We all wore delicious masks,
fingers touching then other things touched, fevered, liquid.
But that was a long, long time, things are clove breaths,
they are endlessly muttered prayers, they are my brother standing.
The blade is waiting for both of us (but he is innocent).
I am not but I was not taught to be innocent.
So I remember a mouth singing unholy psalms into my mouth.
Need To KnowAcross the landscape of my dreamsNeed To Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see an empty sky remote and glowing.
All that I might be is shrouded,
swallowed in a cloud of unknowing
Too often I have tried, only to fail
exhausted by a passionate need to know
Anguish is the only crop for me to reap,
the only crop that I could ever sow.
CodaThe screen is filled with a vast emptiness,Coda1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The two figures are walking together, shrinking into the middle distance,
their identities engulfed by the towering wastes of ancient geology.
With every step they diminish, though so recently
their gigantic intimacies had filled the entirety of the enormous scene.
As the tiny couple vanishes, the invisible orchestra, fortissimo.
generates a massive and crushing sonic space.
The house lights reconfigure our reality.
We leave the auditorium, subdued,
yet somehow closer than we have ever been.
MessalinaMessalinaMessalina2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a confection, marzipan and almonds, cream whipped.
I dazzle because I am told to dazzle,
the most argent jewel brings coin,
lineage, princes, court favors.
The court hisses, lizards' tongues in your ears, milky green but sweet.
I was told to be sweet. The hand touching me ever so hard,
meet me in the garden, the grotto, the hallway, anyplace that smells of silence.
Just do not breath even sigh, forget whimpering or crying because I am powerful.
And they were, god I would rather rut in a cow fetid pen and in lust.
But they are powerful and I am coin to be paid, a service to barter.
I think besides the truth that a lizard’s tongue is milky green,
the color of potions. philosopher’s stone, spell anything to gold.
My father turned me to gold currency, a most excellent trick,
rabbits in hats, their ears tender white leaves.
But he gave me since I was 14 to a man almost early year
for power, favors, the best seat at the table,
so he wouldn’t die from some mys
FallingFallingFalling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The body is weightless,
bones hollow as flutes.
They sing startled crescendos
beneath the world distant and harmless for once,
a map of what was.
"Here lie monsters," they warned.
Here lie creatures luminous, grotesque, incandescent
beyond anything you might know.
Rorschach's BlotRorschach's BlotRorschach's Blot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spiders and bears and misshapen trees,
when the swollen fruit drops it bursts into wren wings,
salamander tails shivering, the color of bruised plums.
It tastes so sweet, the tip of a beak.
With a straight pin, I peck at my arms,
a Pollock of blood, swarms of carnelian bees.
Sweet sweet stings. The poison sings.
They say hallucinations, the saints said visions.
"Ollie ollie oxen free," they call running through orchards,
the evening air loosening, a grace note of despair.
There was once an apple and it was bitten,
poor thing, all hell broke loose.
"Tell me what you see," he asks.
"White," I say, hospital sheets, sea gull fluff, porcelain doll faces, albino snails
You must not slash, you must not smash.
"White means purity," I say.
A good, good girl.
"No look at the dark thing."
But I am the dark thing.
Ollie Ollie oxen free.
When Was The Last Time?When Was The Last Time?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When was the last time,
the sound of running water amazed you?
The last you the felt of the suns warmth really?
When was the last smile that touched your eyes,
not just your mouth?
When was the last time you cried for joy not sadness?
When was the last time you felt more then grateful,
for a warm home cooked meal?
When was the last time you really tasted food?
When was the last time you picked up that book,
the one you always wanted to read?
When was the last time you truly heard what someone was saying?
When was the last time you really enjoyed each moment,
that you have on earth?
When was the last time you truly lived your life?
White Winged ThingWhite Winged Thing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
white winged thing
swimmer of the earth
soft soaring shifter
i captured your soul
grazing my fingers
with soothing stillness
you set me free
in the peaceful existence
that was you
InundationWhat is it that has engulfed us?Inundation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A deluge that has swept away the markers
that might have guided us in the safe channels.
The turbulence has tumbled into
rapids and whirlpools. Will the currents
spin us in opposite directions,
or will we be able to cling together
even though we may be washed up
on an unfamiliar, distant shore?