Members Poetry (535 views, 33 replies)

I'd wager there's several folks here who either have poetry they've penned over the years or have works from poets that hold special meanings in their lives.

If it's agreeable to Dr. Evil I'd like to offer a space here for folks to share their own works or those of others.

If the works shared are your own, there's no need to denote the artist, but if you choose to share the works of others please give proper credit where it's due.

To start things off here's a piece of poetricks I penned some time back

Wurdz


Words can and do flow from the tip of my pen :

Words can be nimble,
Words can be thick,
Words can make you happy,
Words can cut to the quick,
Words can be brilliant,
Words can be your candlestick

Words can be your measure, your meter, or rhyme
Words can assemble, resemble, be contemptable, even criminal

Words can give power,
Words can destroy,
Words can annoint you,
Words can be toys
Words can do most anything
...
Words, words, words
Hold the keys to release
Give vocalization, prominence, externalize
That which stirs in our souls
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If the smell of food in the mornings makes you feel sick
Perhaps it's time to pee on a stick?

This is probably embarrassing moment but I will add one - it is most recently but I have many more, sometimes I need thesaurus and always plenty of time but I feel it is worth each moment.

🕊 Blood And Feathers 🕊

I am a peculiar girl, an unique singularity
Recurrently misunderstood
Obscure a kindred to the shadow
Smiling ostensibly while Inside it’s war I battle.

An ancient soul with a child’s wonder
A damaged heart decorated with a network of intricate scars - markings they symbolise the
past, memories painted across alabaster skin for my body is a canvas to this macabre art.

My mind my nemesis forever trapped like the bird within my gilded cage and the clock is ticking, ticking as the sands in the hourglass are slowly slipping, slipping away yet what I’m losing is not so tangible but rather this fragile mind and the madness is drawing nearer.

Slowly it creeps - slowly even as I sleep
I can hear it’s machiavellian footsteps
So soft a sound it none the less whispers in my ear; oh how sinister it threatens this flawed mind, cocooned within its mortal coil because madness is a serpent poised to strike, its poison seeping, gradually creeping it travels the walls of my anima drawing nearer for its the spirit it wishes to find, its sole intention is to extirpate this too.
...
And yet I remain imprisoned
The captive bird preening plumage
Captivating, tragically mesmerising
Singing my songs of melancholy
Rivers of tears have fallen
Many more have followed
As I ache so deeply to be set free.

Yet these invisible bars will not budge
Preventing those wings to distend
They flutter instead as if in anticipation
They shimmer with a holy scintillation
Yet even if that door should open
I am unable to flee for its the chains that bind
These chains that bite
So deeply my mind
So painfully exquisite
So brutal this malady.

Insidious they remain invisible to the eye yet I feel them all the same - cruelly dragging me down, yet no matter how I struggle this burden becomes heavier still and my army it is but one girl strong.

And now I‘m gasping
Wheezing
Shivering
Freezing
My blood runs cold within blue veins
And my heart is pumping
And my pulse is racing
As if to reach that finish line
Faster harder yet there’s no crowd cheering
Nothing but a quiet jeering and now I’m screaming but it’s silent shrieking.

Because I’m drowning
Drowning sinking down
Mouth wide open yet
I make not a sound.

And my wings are bleeding now; red dew drops drip, drip dripping falling soundlessly to the ground, it’s feathers, feathers and blood and it coats my fingers too - stark crimson in contrast to the porcelain skin they stain brightly so vividly it’s almost magical within this morbidly tragical scene.

My soul for many nights I’ve prayed - resting gently upon bare knees I lift pale hands in supplication, praying, prayers whispered fervently whist locks of sweat soaked tresses shrouding my face to hide my tears to hide my disgrace, my lowered eyes yet not a word, not a whisper nor reiteration for the Almighty does not answer us lonely heathens and I lower my head in resignation then turn my face from this sadistic lord, this distant god.

I am innocent yet wise beyond my years
I have witnessed so little yet born witness to much - yet I’ll hold my head up towards the heavens, I wear my scars with insolent pride
for I need no lord when I choose my path and it is I who choose my fate and myself in who I confide.

Despite what witnessed through grey eyes
Despite what torment this heart has felt
Washed out yet piercing orbs remain alive
Observed from under heavy lids
Curtained by doll-like lashes
Withholding secrets I shall never speak of
I alone have the key and this is my Pandora’s Box, my encrypted tome, mine and mine alone.

I am the intoxicating air of the coming storm
The light of the moon and a thousand stars
A duality, a peculiarity, an ethereal creature, an animal of the dusk - like the feline I retaliate, relate intimately when the night has veiled the pole and the darkness covers my shoulders for this darkness is also my shawl.

This world benieth the stars is comfort, my starry sky, my black heaven and now I know better not to glance in the mirror.

Of the past for surely it will crack then it should shatter, a million pieces scatter and now I know better that it’s best that I do not see for I’ll remain will fully blind to that which has been.

***I am unique, but I am loved***
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Und an older one,

I apologise these are more a short novel but it is the only way that I know how.

Sweet Marrionette


Breathing dead girl a pale corpse walking she's inwardly decaying soon she’s cracking betraying her faith, she's stripped of grace - stripped of all but the basest needs a blood like lipstick smears her face, mascara stains her bruised visage - dark circles discernible they bestow this pallid canvas, featureless she’s a work in progress constantly shifting akin to her long locks tangled they have become, hanging like the corpse is swaying slowly side to side in the hangman’s noose - morbidly gilding her this gossamer lace how it delicately frames her yet she’s fearless, couldn’t care less - she has nothing left to lose, smudges decorate her form, blue, purple and amber- this tattered flag emblematizes the bruise.

Spectral she’s skeletal, inwardly dying yet not crying; fragile her iron clad will power fills her this fortitude, a durability keeps her going, keeps her strong - bones they are protruding and this is her armour, ghostlike shifting vestments she dons so proudly while grey eyes are cloudy, overcast - the storm it builds yet she marches on, forward, onward, she is titanium this wayward creature of sin, heading down a path which surely leads to pain such as that titillates, agitates, tormenting it incites her from within.
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She's a sweet marionette, a porcelain doll catering to your whims - your fallen angel she bears her tattered wings yet this plumage is not unyielding and as the sun bleeds again into the morning sky yet another feather falls revealing alabaster cartilage, luminescent, incandescent, silken soft another then one more - languidly it twirls towards bare feet, soiled dirt and the polish upon her nails is chipped, slender fingers caressing and how they play with her heart shaped lips.

Shameful - it’s so disgraceful how unabashed she's become, how far gone this careless concubine fading amidst the sands of time and she’ll tread farther, one step then one more - padding with quiet eagerness into pits of depravity whilst losing more the sanity she has left.

Careless she’s care free and she’s tearing at her flesh - dark crimson stark against this ivory skin, flagrant rouge dewdrops how they spill like rain, misting slender shoulders, as vibrant as the beating heart pulsing behind her ribs, one cut, then another- and a hundred more surely such madness should render one insane yet her resolve is unyielding - determination holds her up, keeps her in this game and she wears her scars with pride for these are not facile marks but medals she has gained.

Untethered she’s unhinged, gradually coming undone while deaths talons grip her, slowly caress her they further temp her - shuddering and writhing wanton she's a crimson harlot, scarlet nymph she has no modesty left, baring her all she’s translucent a glass that’s breaking and now she’s shaking, shattering across the floor like a wound reopened - exposed yet it’s closing she’s pushed to her limits, limitless she’ll keep on giving, tongue tracing eagerly savouring yet another perversion, another vice temps her - so hungrily she gives in, surrendering soon submitting, powerless to resist the voracity mauling her insides it’s shredding her from within for what whispers her name she’s powerless to heed its provocative call.

She's an animal primal, insatable howling at the moon - begging at your feet, a b**ch in heat, baring her fangs and she’s not all there, lucidity gone there’s nobody here; she’ll push you to your limits, drag you to her depths, taunting and insolent yet there’s a certain grace in the tragedy she’s become, long limbs, fiery mane she’s the calamity in each song, the martyr to each film, the sorrow in the poem, she’s unbridled, she fires like the gun.

She’s your sacrificial lamb yet never will she scream nor a word of pleading - open mouth without voice as if the tongue was severed from within, without word upon it she’ll be your offering - eager and accepting she’s your tourniquet, feline familiar slinking quietly by your side; proudly she’s displaying a collar which adorns her slender neck and she’s intriguing this duality, this creature so slight- the light aglow and vivid yet she is the night sky too, inky somber yet beautifully melancholy she’s both the dusk and she’s the dawn, she can be sweet like candies or absinthal like the citrus fruit, she’s the rose petal and it’s thorns - she’ll purr softly curled in your lap whilst sharpening her claws.

Yet slowly she’s falling to peices - this mannequin, this broken doll living for every depravity, each act you call upon her for, torn asunder countless times she’s stitched back together again for the game will continue and will end nevermore - pulled apart yet you reassemble her again then again in this morbid parody and she'll dance for you eagerly, sing and she’ll be all that you wish her
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Unsaid

As we danced around,
My mentor, guide, teacher and I
Yet unable, incapable still,
Of any admission of the reality
Surrounding, clouding, each day

Clinging instead to the norms we'd embraced
As acceptable ... both knowing otherwise,
With familiarity holding in check
What seethed in silence,
Holding forth denial as if a shield

Such a calm, cool surface
Idle chatter, banter,
The norm of our discourse,
Sweetness and light preferred,
With heartfelt sadness always just below

We'd grown so accustomed,
Accepted so completely tenets
Decrying displays of love
As dangerous, a weakness,
Neither willing to share

Years later now
My greatest sadnesses,
My heart ripped asunder
With just two words
Not cast into the realm of the unsaid

With eyes so filled
With the unwilling acceptance of an assured fate,
With a voice so weak and unsteady
She raised her frail arms to me and said
"My son"

The Road

Highway stretches out
Miles pass,
Hours too
Engine droning,
As tires sing

Stereo beats out
Familiar sounds,
Mile mates
Speakers pulsing,
Pounding bass

Time in mind,
Deep thoughts,
Heavy ponderances
Fill moments,
Fill hours

Time in mind
Or, out of mind
You choose,
Select now,
Press play

I was fiddling around writing a song about being a super hero in love. this is what I got so far.

A million times Ive saved you.
Someday youll return the favor..
lets fight our way thru the horde..
and make sweet loving later -
Ill fight through the masses -
every second you're in danger.
Ill beat them into blood and bone,
and make sweet love to you later.

From some time ago when I was ... feelin the love :>)

BABY DOLL

Each time
I catch sight of you,
Newly again,
I'm in awe !

I spend long moments,
suspended as if on air,
dangling in the amazement
that is you

Lovely thread. This is a special side of 2M members that I appreciate very much. Here is something I wrote almost 20 years ago.