You asked what I have to offer? Well nothing much. Few poetries, painted potsand your sketches oncoffee dipped sheets.Weird music, witty remarksand book storesof nearby streets. Few jars of nutella,breakfast dates,And wind chimeson your gates. We both knowI’m not going to stay.I promise not to leaveyour world, pale and grey. You’ll start to know metaphorsmaybeContinue reading “Clichés – Mermaid”
There was something about him Maybe it was his resistanceThe slight hesitation in his voiceThe thrill of the chaseThe game he fashioned just for me Whatever it wasThere was something thereSomething that really turned me onSomething that made me wanna play He hid his perversions wellIn a place of secrecy and self-denialNever confessing to theContinue reading “Delicious – Michelle Cook”
Envy is a no-no word, harsher than jealous. When I feel envy I admit to myself that I have failed, and I think I feel more anger than when I feel jealous. Jealousy feels more childish, or adolescent. Envious reaches the stage of gnashing teeth, a dark corner to plot revenge in, and the garbageContinue reading “Envy – Nan Mykel”
I don’t mind Leaving your bones behind But I’ll take away your heart For I think you’ll find Its been a while since I’ve dined On meat so a la carte To read more of this brilliant, yet A Fragile Mind, click the link.
Overflowing emotion runs through my veins,And like a flood gate,It opens at the worst times,Cascading down and taking everyone with it,Reminding me I am a slave to the flow of the current,Taking me which ever way it deems most important,Sailing on the tides,We find you waiting,As though you knew exactly where we’d wash up,And forContinue reading “overflow – A Writer’s Soul”
See now, the grey turn to silverThreads in dark winter’s night,The promise of golden days aheadWhen summer’s sun my soul will warm Threads in dark winter’s nightPaint a picture in the treesWhen summer’s sun my soul will warmThe picture will come to life Paint a picture in the treesThough winter’s cold my soul does chillTheContinue reading “Grey to Gold – blindzanygirl”
a sincere floret. Her beauty behind the madness, accompanied by an exquisite fragrance, sometimes I miss her so much, that I can clearly smell herin the air, And there I found her,In my lawn Right in front of my balcony,near Jasmine plant . “Let me hug you tightlyLet me kiss you longly” They just dreams, turn ’em to reality,Continue reading “Jasmine and you – Dr. Nimish”
Imagination is the reality of the dreamer. — Scott Ringenbach. Stay tuned, and keep on orbiting those moons.
ventured into the deepdescending into timememories of her funny waysbelonging to bygone daysyou held the hand of nanawho understoodand always knewshe would Poetpas Witty Words: https://poetpaspoetry.wordpress.com/