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tonylongo Mar 2020
1
Borrowed boots carried him lightly
To the Mule Neck Glade
Where the dawn star rising
Cut like a damascene blade.

2
Borrowed boots carried him lightly
To the Mule Neck Spinney
Where the dawn fire’s reflection
Burned like an acid Jinnee.

3
Borrowed books carried him lately
Through a mare’s nest of days
Till the cryptorium’s meek updraft
Smashed his kennings to a craze.

4
Burrough’s books stick like court plasters
To the Tourette’s sufferer’s face
Where irruptions of night terrors
Stitch their goggle-eyed trace.

5
Bare bones faithfully uncovered
One last forgiving needle
Our final view upon Ascension -
The Analysis of Beetles!
Faizel Farzee Mar 2020
There is a ocean of tears between us, these feelings I should have outgrown.
On a life boat I still rock towards you
My paddle weighted, it has turned to stone.
My mind screams with the truth
It's melodic and rhythmic
My heart unable to comprehend Blindly, It ignores these soothing tones.
I still crave every taste of you
Emotions severed, I get pulled in all directions, my souls completely torn.

Passion in a tug of war.

I know I should move on
These magnetic feelings I caught
I looked for the positivity, the negativity I constantly fought
Your breath I still continually feel
It rewinds in my mind, it's a nightmarish reel. No matter how I try and wash your sweet scent from me
Your touch, still burn my skins thought.

I know that it's over, i cannot rip at this band aid, as much as I don't want to miss your touch
These feelings has become my second skin, it's still painfully raw.

I will forever love you,
I hate myself for having these thoughts
Yet I'm stuck in the quicksand of time
I fall to my knees, happiness locked within me, the key I misplaced as darkness decend
I feel it in my core, I instantly then realise,
This condition, has no exit door.
Sometimes we get stuck in the past
No matter how logic pulls at your heart
It's broken from the inside
So the voice of reason it no longer hears
You cannot ease your fears
So you fall to your knees, you pray that time heals
Push down these emotions
And hope to again one-day be reunited with glee.
Asominate Feb 2020
My nonchalance is challenged
I have cares in the world
I found my ways to strike a balance
As paradoxical chaos unfurled.
Delicate dedication,
I put myself in the way
Desolate deprivations
I find my lost selves in wordplay
Mike A Eyslee Feb 2020
Devoted to your second hand
Your  electrifying
Admonishment   your   embrace   solidifying
a    swirling    technicolor    land
                                                                            (move)
Meant along your path engroove,
bring
          error receiver much to be desired
just a bit of inspiration. tried for some cummingsesque spacing imagery; wasn't in the mood for a traditional sonnet. i included a bit of wordplay, so have fun picking them out. and yes, on line 2 I intentionally used that form of "your."
The spectacle
Speck in my eye, speck tangle
Rectangle, always four sides to her stories!
Twisted lies, late replies, her fake fables I'm sick of it!

Like a dog on a leash, I followed that path-not-logical
She, a pathological liar.
The biological fire that drew me in was hot.
If all men are dogs, or not
You were on heat, I guess you truly are a *****.
*When a female dog is fertile, it's referred to as being "On heat"
*A female dog is called a *****

Read it out loud, I enjoyed writing this one.
Shawn Dec 2019
How is it so
that you play me
like fine
piano keys
tuned to a melody
that only we
can read
Music so divine
settling in my mind
resting on my soul
a rhythm so bold
and tempting
Your hands
ring my cymbals
as sounds
that resemble
percussion
rock my hips
and a bass guitar
guides my lips
to meet with yours
where we score
a beat unmatched
Is that you
tapping
on my walls
like a flute
notes staccato
and true
as I open
to receive
your
treble clef
accepting
there's nothing
left
but to receive
your striking
baritone
as we both moan
ah, sweet
crescendo
Shawn Dec 2019
Oh, how you spin
the words
I wanna hear
Soft and gentle
the whispers
lightly reach
my waiting ears
Consonant
and vowel sounds
vivid adjectives
and strong nouns
They reverberate
and flow
thru me...

Amazed I am
by you
Captivated
by tales
untrue
and fables
I wanna believe
Oh...please
Tell me again
how you
love
me...

Riddle me this
a setting of
poetic bliss
with a
protagonist
who makes me
forget
this is
all
a dream...

Let the
conflict
unfold an
exposition
full of precarious
positions
and a
rising action
that leaves me
breathless
and
wanting
more...

As we reach
the ******
Don't you
drop me
as the
falling action
brings me
to my senses
and
I moan....

Denouement.
We worry.
We wonder why.
We wake, we wait, we work
We worry.

We whine wuthering
Whispers, wavering, wasted,
Wishing while wishing
Wanting while wanting,
Wondering why.

We work well,
Well, we work,
While wizardly weaving
Wispy wavelengths,
Weedy wasps of
Wanton whimsy,
Wired well within.

We will warmongers
Without wonder
Who wreak
Widespread waste,
Welcome Wasteland,
Washing with war the
Wounded World.

We will war
War wills we
We wage war
With weird weapons.
We wrestle with will.
Why?

We wait whole
Weekdays, weekends. A
Ways away, the waning
Winter winds of men's
Wisdom's wavering.

Withering winks from
Wistful women,
Widening wingspans,
Wads of we, we,
Wandering westwards
Where suns wane,
Wait out wear of weather ,
Wondering why.

Warm waters will wash us,
We will wake up well.
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