Tag: poetry

Where once you sparkled now all I see is ordinary,

luke warm nothing dripping from your tight thin lips.

And gone the spell you so cleverly wove quite tight about my heart,

resistant to the lure of mouth and hands and hips and soft sweet voice.

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I smile as those tales trickle from your tongue

and fall on ears quite deaf and unforginving.

Back turned my shadow thrown out long before me

your brightness fading quickly as a new dawn glows ahead.

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In time just ghostly whispers will remain of what once was

caught on the breeze as summer shines upon my deep lined face.

And one last time scars long healed will itch as a reminder

of something out of reach that once burned bright.

 

 

 

 

Such tender lies, complicit thighs

My tendency to eulogise

It’s me that cries

As you despise

And brings me to my knees

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Resist I must, this breach of trust

But god the dark consuming lust

Each angry thrust

Turns me to dust

Such eagerness to please

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Clenched fist, closed mind, I trail behind

The sunlight fades I cannot find

contentment, love, or peace of mind

this vacuum of the cruellest kind

where once I walked at ease

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So I rebuild, where dreams were killed

Heart filled with hate which once was thrilled

You quench your thirst with tears spilled

Regret is such a bitter pill

But taken, life I sieze

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.  I seem to have taken to kinda dark angsty type of poems this month.  Who’d have thought eh 🙂

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Fingers, gnarled, long seasons passed

eyes sharp, hair white as snow

and every stroke a story told

kept secrets now on show

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For all to see, to know, to feel

onto the canvas bleeds

fists clenched, heart swells, soft whispers beckon

fulfilment of his needs

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To be forgiven, to forget

to rest, to sleep, in grace

dead eyes refuse, deny him yet

and so he sees her face

 

in every stroke, in everything

compelled, tries to forgive

himself and begs she let him go

at last once more to live

 

the very life he took which now

she lives through each brush stroke

and so they hang upon his walls

and creeping madness stoke

 

until wild eyed, wet browed, he screams

she laughs into the night

compels him paint, and how she smiles

from the canvas in delight

 

 

 

 

 

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

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I say it doesn’t, hurt but I’m a liar

fingers tight around my throat

I cannot breath and I expire

 

Consumed by hate, I wait, my heart each vicious blow remembers

where once a passion burned

now darkness dampens love’s last embers

 

And every day, as shadows crawl, consumed I will descend…

betrayed, I live remembering

Until your very end

 

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

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You See me

Without expectation or consequence

head spinning, ensnared by your gravity

and without resistance drawn into your arms

 

You leave me

Unravelled, without a care

heart pounding, enveloped and enlightened

and willingly I submit to your caress

 

You break me

Worn through, without control

Each moment bright and radiant bliss

and tenderly you put me back together

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

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Head filled with sighs and curves and thighs

And sweetest smiles and harmless lies

rejections,  urges, still he tries.

Heart races at the sight.

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Warm nights long days, sweet summer haze

The stifling heat and wanton ways

She ought to go but still she stays

Seduced by love’s delight

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And unto dawn, dark turns to morn

When separated, heart’s forlorn

And cruel from lover’s breast are torn

Sweet dark exposed by light

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Regrets, remorse, desire’s wild force

Where once so loyal, strays from love’s course.

Sweet lies, deceit’s wild trojan horse

Betrayal  in the night

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

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Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks

as morning  pushes back the night

and unforgiving golden fingers point accusing

love’s rage laid bare in starkest of delight

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And all about life marches on

Oblivious to cold and brutal loss

And tendrils creep and hide the shame

‘neath leaves and roots and branch and moss

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No eulogy beneath the stars

No tears, no hymn, no black procession

Under the sun, bleached, turned to dust

No longer mine, but death’s possession

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You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

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Your sweet whisper the zephyr in my sails,

Still waters stretched before me.

And golden sunset calls me on

And horizons set me free

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Clouds circle dark, waves stirred to life

And day turns into night

Cold watery claws scratch at my sides

And sanity takes flight

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I dash myself against your rocks

Stare into your abyss

Drifting with the flotsam lost

Still hunger for your kiss

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And golden daylight comes again

I swim towards your shore

though sirens call me to their arms

to lead me home once more

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

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A lifetime you gave me, willingly,

and I drank and devoured every drop.

My belly full I sense alas my race is run.

I gorged and feared the settings sun

And begged her please to stop

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She shook her head and took my hand

And led me to nightfall’s brink.

A price to pay for banquet sweet,

Dark nothing swirled about my feet

And slowly into darkness did I sink.

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Into light I melt, to be no more

All I am returned once more

A life lived well, and as I fade

Pure joy I feel for life I made

I smile and am no more

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You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February.  Why not give them a whirl.

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Long I laboured beneath your golden gaze.

Day upon day and into so many years now long forgot

In every one I sensed you there

you whispered that you’d leave me not.

 

Time races headlong to this final sunset

warm embrace upon my pallid skin

through misty eyes I recall your face

and feel your warmth burn deep within.

 

Though darkness calls beyond the stars

to nothing will I fade

This life, this love, this evermore

of memories are made.