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 In every leaf, every tear by Oer-Wout
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 :thumb351960231: The eternal magic of winter... by emmanueldautriche
Winter Forest 2 by Regadenzia Leaning towards winter by poppywaters :thumb354591772:
heartbeatas i see your love open the doorheartbeat4 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 Nicotine3 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
Silent TearsSilent Tears1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Over the unkept promises of yesterdays life
In the depths of my heart
Reality slowly turns its knife
Over the meaningless words spoken
In the depths of my soul
I'm left alone and broken
Hidden behind a smiling face
I secretly cry
Trapped inside this cold cruel place
Where I slowly die
From the starvation of love
Silent tears fall like rain
A downpour of heave emotions
My heart cries in endless pain
For no one hears my cries
I'm lost in a stormy ocean
Where the winds and waves drown my sighs
Torn by my lover's lies
Her beauty so overwhelming
It blinded my eyes
A painted smile upon her face
But her heart was black
As black as the midnight sky's empty space
Weep all alone
My hunger for love
Goes deep into my bones
Lonely and cold
My body violently shakes
From the pain you cause me
My heart and soul forever aches
No one loves me the way I need to be love
No one understands me or cares to try
No one knows what I'm thinking of
Rorschach's BlotRorschach's BlotRorschach's Blot3 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.
Tell Me Travelling Bard, Is It True?I recall the first day you came from distant lands,Tell Me Travelling Bard, Is It True?2 years 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
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
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.
FallingFallingFalling3 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.
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.
SolitaryYes, I’m living alone.Solitary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've worn this apartment in,
it's comfortable now, like an old shoe.
Since moving in, I’ve discovered
I share this space with several
the lost tribe of my familiars,
Most often they sleep, polluting
this narrow space with
insatiable dreams. When they
occasionally awake, their wide
open eyes blaze with dark passions.
I find myself scribbling outlines
of unspeakable dialogue.
InundationWhat is it that has engulfed us?Inundation2 years 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?
Shivering WeedsShivering weedsShivering Weeds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I float in the river, threads of green vines twined around me,
twigs and foxgloves laced in my hair.
If I drown perhaps I will grow gills, silver slits.
A truck cornflower blue pulls over to the side of the road.
A man casually scoops up a little girl with pigtails tied with red ribbons.
She has no name now.
Fish stare at me with flat eyes like silver coins.
They place coins on the eyes of the dead.
But I am something else.
The princess dreams of spinning wheels that bloomed like asters,
fingertips pricked, guppies swimming beneath her eye lids.
No one will find her.
The truck is now only a blue jay on a road ending in sky
surrounded by the shivering weeds.
Idle TimeYou're all I ever knew of loveIdle Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a string tied to my soul
pulling me away
meticulous and beatific
driving a poem
through my heart
you're all I ever knew of love
SatieI called him forth upon my piano and played him whenever I needed him.Satie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes with my tears.
the music takes me back in time, to a home I once owned.
I was in my naive 20s...
trying to be normal and cheerful,
when in between
he would erupt with beatings,
even try to murder me
but instead murdered my hand.
I blocked from mind
much of those first five years.
And because I stayed away.
Until I finally found a way to cure
his inexplicably violent rages.
But before that...
fear and sadness...
alone and unable to share what was going on...
believing my life was really me already dead and sent to hell,
and that no man could or ever would love me...
and though no man, except my father, ever really did,
for which I long ago accepted...
I fondly recall winter, especially one,
inside that uselessly enormous family room...
rain zigzagging tranquil and sweet...
as the warmth of the black iron fireplace
comforted my first child (a Siamese cat)
who dozed much too closely
Round heelsRound heelsRound heels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sullen and sleeping, green pills, poplar leaves.
When I walk, when I write, I stumble,
fingers slithering, glissading the walls,
a braille of trembling static.
I write when I am awake, three hours,
three weeks more they tell me.
Green sleeves, round heels, the essence of excess.
He wooed her extravagantly
until he snipped her neck,
the ax a crescent moon, swallowing the light, her blood.
I am lavish in my dreaming as he was in his wooing,
woodcock and sonnets, my heels blistered from so many hours in bed, knees bent.
I dream of that ax. It was a delicate neck they said
and so is mine.
WhoseWhoseWhose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The angels want her to die not him.
They pierce his skin
and blanket him with feathers,
a coat of eider, plume, penna, cilium and blood.
They want him to fly with them. He is one of them.
Their veins thread him, hard bright wires.
When she pants and bleeds in labor, they lap at her blood.
It burns, a metallic drunkenness.
The angels whirl as Mary moans and grunts.
He grows and Mary laughs. She dabbles honey
on his tongue and teaches him string games,
a maze of thread where there is no end,
no birth. Even when he bleeds,
the angels know the blood is hers not his.
CodaThe screen is filled with a vast emptiness,Coda2 years 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.
SpiderSpider.Spider3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
within the void.
a tiny intelligence
extinguished in a moment.
First GlanceWhy Do You Care About My Looks?First Glance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haven't You Heard That Saying About Books?
I May Look Ruff, Scary, or Mean,
But That's Just the Cover that's Seen.
If My Words Were Read,
You Would Regret What You Had Said.
I'm Just Trying To Be Free,
I'm Just Trying To Be Me.
MakerMaker5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How do you move within the stone?
And who has said that this is stone?
No one but I may say - no one.
And will they listen, every one?
No need for all, if some few will.
May I be one among the few?
Oh I will leave that up to you.
Veiled, unveiled, uncertain, sure,
Each day I choose - may it be well -
Stone - or story still to tell.