i see you by the red shores
the fossorial dreams,
and stardust gathered
at my bones. ochreous… Read More “Do not grieve for me” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution.
i see you by the red shores
At that moment the world seemed to fit a glimpse of your eyes. Your embrace is my gravity. Your kiss breathed new life within me. But now you’re gone and my world is spinning out of control. I found my new source of gravity that was within me. And at this moment the whole world… Read More “At that moment” by ShaePoems.
You taught me that there is good and bad in this God awful place. But now you’re gone Now all can I see is darkness All I can feel is the cold stone that keeps me from crumbling, I can only taste the cold dry air that threatens to take my life. All because I… Read More “Darkness” by ShaePoems.
First Draft. Paris, lady’s lipsdeath with us, the perfumeplumbs the sun tothe tulle limbs of flowers, outstretchedbeneath the bloated darkthat bleeds. Recall the icein black roses, the sweetnessof your lipsto fallen last breaths. Final Draft. Perfume from the bloodlustand silent tributary of fallen tears—oscillation; amputationfrom the wombintrudes to the shorea coquette,my petal of death.Winter alone, I… Read More perfume.
Overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day. Blowing out in the direction of the cool breeze, I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. Looking up, the pink moon rises over the North Sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what… Read More “Pink Moon Rising” by Kimberly Ray.
Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay On trouble that does seldom Seldom come your way. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
Frost labors my neck, the snake of womb in there Eastern Europe then the admonitory shores to the oneiric seize of our fruits dismembered with white at the tentacles of spring Gimcrack, exiled in arabian perfumes; shun me, music, like a stranger in the romance pollinating in sedated blood of the Sahara, in which the… Read More mad to the moon.
She grappled his face. “You don’t get to say shit like that. Not after this fucked off day. You can go fuck off too if you keep saying that.”
“I’ve never seen you so sentimental.”
“It’s not like you’d remember,” Lauren sighed, only now feeling how sweated up her tank-top had become.
“Ouch. Low blow.”… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part II.
Darkness wailed, as they shuffled silently ensuring Anastasia had indeed left the basement. Tom balanced himself up with one of the boxes sequestered in the room. “I don’t want to see her,” his eyes twisted shut.… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part I.
I seem to spend my lifeIn giving up on thingsThings I like, look forward toRing-a-ding-a-ding I’m told such things are bad for meThat I should wave goodbyeTo smoking, sugar, alcoholGive up, lie back, and sigh Funny? But there’s just one thingI don’t give up (one thing)That’s sex, it just gives up on meRing-a-ding-a-ding Visit ‘Flippant,… Read More “Sex, Alcohol and Sugar” by Don Matthews.
Death among a void, existence into the throatof the flowers; but what is it aboutthe death of verse and proseinto the saurian rocks and night of memorynot myself? Quiet as baby’s breath. The fall of manis a rarity from fear and falsity but as poetically a delusionto capture in the snow like a child;I reach to open my eyes to… Read More I leave in a deeper silence.
Potential trigger warning: This poem may have references to acts of self-harm. An echo.That vibrates in a soundless roomThat nicks the wallsThat stains the tubThat crumples the sheetsBut leaves me aloneExcept for the scar on my cheekThe things I do to myselfI don’t know why. To check out more of Jo Kolar’s work, go here.
squander red rockalone the ladyand darknessto the tidesdislocate Apollo,to pares of boneswed to grief;I shatter likethe blue mooninto fall’s handsin the fingertipsof flowers that were not mine& ghost planetsand shiversreserved to thedeath of the apple,and baby’s dream. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for this week’s Go Dog Go Prompt: into fall’s hands.
Written in memories of old Are stories of stars once told. For by virtue of their resilience Did they make the most of their silence. Bruised souls and bleeding scars Facilitated them in going past the bars, Society once imposed on them. Once lost in the valley of despair, Living lives beyond repair, They still… Read More “Reaching” by Introverted Thoughts.
bare-bones / wed to abandoning in-uterofingers; the apple burstslike an appendix / and the seabreast to breast / is a mistressto the Kalahari sun/ mouthing /to my moon“death goes to the worms” / alien touch / my love has gone /threnody and dream, as if the Earth is glass /stranded / to the ghosts /of… Read More to grief.
I’ve just read today’s paper It’s full of doom and gloom Murders, killing, destruction, death Children being groomed Headlines blare out constantly SEX FIEND IS EXPOSED There’s so much negativity (The paper I have closed) Why can’t I read, enjoy myself With lots of humour, rife? Instead of being subjected to This gutter side of… Read More “Humour Don’t Sell Papers” by Don Matthews.
the moon is phallus-shaped to split leaves— are falling to my hands; throats of autumnal death, I kiss your hands. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: “What is your idea of an erotic poem? What makes it stimulating? In your own words describe the fine line between ribald and just plain… Read More leaves are falling.
Harms can be healed by pills How to heal the harms of soul? Remedy is precious yet free Used least wisely yet widely It’s… The magic of “Words” Words can touch and sooth the soul Words can heal others and self Words can do miracles Words can move mountains of miseries Let’s just not be… Read More “Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.
with the last flower, traveled and scrawled from our mind—across the sun. the moon cracks and reddens as death comes to stardust. ebony époque hikes to the yellow tourniquets; and in-utero shells, plasma glass, her eyes are mine; maniac moon devours the limb to the stars clotted in bones/rocks. I dream between the blood from… Read More last flower.
Just eaten with my mummy (And with my daddy too) KFC’s new artificial Nuggets (spices too) Asked mummy if this artificial Meat was free-range grown? As well as all the herbs and spices Green and yellow brown (She said she’d ask Colonel Sanders…) I am a little worried Will come to Hungry Jacks Artificial meat… Read More “KFC’s New Artificial Nuggets. Yum” by Don Matthews.