Desert, her eyes are morsels to the jasmine and roses once grown from her wrists, between the flowers in each white finger, whilst the moon falls, leaves barefoot in winter, deserved for posturing an abyss this dance, like an atramentous sea; woman to the ebb and flow of flower bedded lips to firstborn… Read More bloom.
the blackest feather in the sky chokes delirium to the stars; our bodies glaze white under the willows, and water sat her mistress of spindrift wombs, the sun fed the death tree; give our bones the wispy velvet vein of our blood, becoming mother. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: “Show… Read More blackest feather.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
The ilk of the starsthey flicker. Look to the shore,the ebony moon holdsthe yellowunmisted tulips of glassinto the veil of Apollo’s illusion—arbitrary dreamsgo to the red shore; it is Autumn,and I remember you. Eyes go tothe distant mountains in cocktailsof wind, and the luminescenceto the teeth on light and darkcutises of apples. To the summereventide,… Read More From my letter to unknown.
I’m very happy to announce that my poem “dream (returning hand in hand)” has been published in Free Verse Revolution. It was written for the August submission theme, dreams and nightmares, under my pseudonym. You can read the poem here. My utmost thanks and gratitude to Kristiana Reed for accepting my piece. As always, I… Read More “dream (returning hand in hand)” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution.
Alabaster the dissociatedMoon; a blood-hunt of my dreams,death the psychosis, torment the arbitrarymind, I dreamed of the topples ofthunderbirds, medusa-ing mouths of darkness, and finalhairs of serpents to planetaryshivers; and celestial deathof the stars, they translatethe whiteness of hills,goat-herding anesthesiain the sand-cratered moonswithin the dusty womb of Marsleft me my child-selfand I was her. Written… Read More her.
Ophelia flowers leaving to the excessive blindness by the fingernails of psithurism, and trees that inherit the blood red; ankles sink into the ocean stars come to the end of light—the angry light that feasts beyond the last bone from the tree, and dark waves beyond the terminus of the skies familiar in… Read More Ocean to Ocean.
deepens / the eye / and mawkish suckle the moon’s breast to the tree and their leaf white fingers dead / to broken bone and dust to a fitful dreaming / oxbow shores I leave like the foot of a spore / and a sea dying finds me alone. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
umbilicus / of this shore / and shattered fingers like clamshells reddened to the body of death / to veteran-ed paralysis / / of beauty / the few fingers of mist / and seas are in pot-lids of darkness; my hands / laboring / are ants to the / father sea / and the stone… Read More epicedium to the sea
Dancing in the night, you and I, And laughing in delight. You only recently became a Daydream but have always been here, Running beside me as I Escape the reality around me, And chase the dreams that Mock my deepest fears. Not my most brilliant piece of work, but hey, writing this poem inspired two… Read More “Daydream” by C. Wesley Tanner.
sea foam / moonrise / troughs of white petals / revivalist skulls of breath from a blistered wind / I lied on the floor / the window had twig elbows / the ancient fall, I bled white like the ants on the window-ledge. I tire; tree fingers tie their umbilical cords onto the late birds;… Read More two of the sea.
This is a collaborative poem between me and Ryan Hair. I wrote the lines in italics, while his lines are in regular font. I do hope you enjoy our poem; it was quite thrilling to write it together. As well, if you’re interested in collaborating on a poem, reach out to me via my contact page and we… Read More I can not find any way alone (ft. Ryan Hair).
stalk the ankles in the feast and death of the earth, man of war treetop ghost; the moon shines onto your bones drinking the falling of every fury and kingdoms of blood into the ghost egg to root a shape like a python eye while fingers lie in the comets, where to find a universe… Read More Man of war (Draft).
Of one memory, one for the end of the dark does not lie, I will not lie in it; darkness perfused I shut the window; here he bleeds, here he lies, though nothing is there. In furrows, mercy, it is laughable. The Earth succinct in waves in a lonely larva the dead poet’s dreams. Stand… Read More A sea becomes.
You’re wearing this bloody sensual body suitYour seductive eyes are big & beautiful ocean blueEvery step you take is calculated & very shrewdYou’re holding me tight in your tender arms of unbreakable loop You’re dragging me out of my castle of haunted moodsMy face is hidden under the layer of my shady & torn hoodYou unhide my crown of… Read More “Poisonous” by Navin.
the unseen darkness and ghosts of madmen pluck the death in me with lady’s slipper petals; craters of blackberry oyster shells lay at night during winters; the red fingernails of grief, the oceania flowers drowned and in our minds we dissolve like white tombs of the moon. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. First appeared… Read More during winters.