I can't read you Your eyes closed Lids hooded Your heart is closed to me Fleeting touch of your fingers Race across my skin Fleeting beats of my heart Within my chest You flee from me into darkness Your lips have never touched mine Nor have I held your hand in mine Yet in my mind you linger Like the frost of a cold morning Before the sun rises to melt it away Across the sky you and I Will sail away You and I, a mist of twilight fog Burned by the brightness Of the truth of the morning sun
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Seduction, sly mistress that she is Slow, sensuous, serious biz Slides up to you, whispers in your ear Sensual temptations to allay your fears
I can’t wait for her to whisper to me
Simple words for simpler pleasures Secret acts of forbidden treasure She’s a seductress, my favorite miss Someone I need, can’t live without this
I admit I’m addicted to her
Seduced by Seduction, trapped in her web Spider with a smile, the vibes never ebb Shower you with affection Smiles a deflection
I can’t lose when I play her game
Seduction, sweet Seduction So much I long for thee Seduction, sweet Seduction So high above, must be heavenly
I have been seduced by Seduction.
A prompt from dVerse – Personify the Abstract. “Transform the abstract into a human character or a creature. Give it human-like qualities, features and actions. … Use sensory details to bring it to life.”
I chose Seduction. Or perhaps I was just seduced into it. hehe The theme of seduction is one I’ve used often. Hope you enjoy.
I want to taste you Your juices to run down my chin Make my face the place where you rest at
I want to lick you Listen as you moan Make your kitty purr, smile like a cheshire cat
Give me your nectar Sweet honey divine Coat my tongue with it
Give me the pleasure Of making you mine With my lips on yours
You are my weakness My greatest desire Hold my heart in your hand
You are my first kiss My only thought when the sun chooses to rise My last breath
Love burns in my eyes When I hold your hand Our bodies embrace
Love our heart ties My heart you command When I hold you face to face
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Ah the moonlight shines down Hear the hoot of the owl A lovely sound within the night To some it does give fright Not to me I am quite safe To a mouse fright should cause For it’s life could soon be a loss
A dVerse prompt: Give a hoot about the rules and write us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some semblance of the word hoot. Hope you enjoy!
I look outside my window Snow falls down Like the down feathers of the fleeing geese gone for winter
Cold bites through me as I turn away from the sun The dance remains the same from millenia to millenia As we dance through the cosmos revolving one around the other I circle you yet it is coldest when I am closer.
I wake to the birds chirping Babies of the wild needing to be fed Buds peek out from the ground, sleepy eyed
I lean more towards you as I pass you by Your heat warms my frozen heart Though I yearn for the heat I can not not now It is not time. Seduce me into the heat as we dance in circles
I can not bear this heat Sweat drips from my brow The only wetness dripping upon barren ground as the sun burns in anger above
Leaning towards you the heat burns away all thought I face you completely, no longer do I turn away even in part I reach for you though I am in fact the farthest away Burn me, my center, heat me up with your gaze
I can feel the crispness in the air The colors of the leaves Like a child’s crayons strewn across branches coloring cool moonlit nights
I am turning away my love I know. The heat of our being together is too much I know. The chill sets in your tone I reap the harvest of what has come before. As we’ve done before
I see the snow The earth tilts away from the sun in winter I hear the birds In spring the Northern Hemisphere tilts more towards the sun Sweat drips from my brown Until the Summer Solstice when the axis is as close to the sun as it can get The colors of the leaves change And then the rotation of the earth causes the axis to tilt away Than it happens all again
This is from a prompt from dVerse : “today we write about cycles of transformation. Anything will do, but your poem needs to have a beginning, middle, and end. … I’d like you to try incorporating at least a few lines of personification, in first person. Imagine you are whatever you’re writing about. Give it a voice and take us through its existence from conception to …”
I went with the seasons. A bit of a fudge on cycle of transformation but it is there. The weather does transform from winter to spring to summer to fall. I also did the personification of the earth as a lover to the sun in the alternating stanzas. I hope you enjoy.
“Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed …”
Air It was always there I breathed it in Even to the depths of the ocean It filled my lungs In my darkest despair Always there For 100 years or more I needed nothing more
The change in me was like water flowing from the sea. The river flowed like blood in veins Bleeding me dry. Dry ice, frozen in time, Would I be yours? Who are you to me? Friends to lovers? How could it be?
Blind to the trees and their colored leaves Solid foundation of dirty deeds I’ll move mountains to do as I please I can’t see how you can’t see me Too little, too loud Too much to be hidden in a crowd I will bend the minerals from the ground Bind them to myself Too strong, too proud
The fire grows higher when released from the flame Take my anger, take my pain See the burning in my eyes Feel the heat from my divide I walk not in the ways of my fatherland I am an inferno, sparked from lightning among the trees Douse me not with water It only excites me
Everything changed When the elements were set free Combined together Complete with me I hold them Fire, Air, Water & Ground When I release them Oh what Hell there is to pay When at Heaven’s gate we play
The prompt originally made me think of the opening of Avatar: The Last Airbender animated series. I had also been seeing a lot of posts on my Twitter feed about ATLA (I clicked on ONE post about Kora vs Ang and whoosh sucked into a rabbit hole and The Algorithm thinks ATLA is my life now. lol).
So of course I had to do a poem about it and share it with you all. So here it is. Enjoy!
Got here from the dirt You mean the mud? No, mud had water We had none. Salt of the earth Cause our fields were salted Killing crops, growing on nothin’. Hard packed soil Made into clay Building walls to make us stay. Going down by the river Jordan? Nah, we keep our feet in the soil Touching grass Cause we working off our ass Reach up to the sky Kiss your wishes goodbye Stay here on the ground where you can see the horizon The same fields you run in Is the same fields, in the end, you’ll lie in.
This is from a dVerse prompt: Your challenge is to choose one of the basic four elements [earth, water, fire, air] and explore it.
Obviously, I chose earth. One, because I think it is one of the more overlooked elements in poetry and second because I had sort of a gritty (no pun intended) vibe to my muse. I hope you enjoyed!
Feel free to check out a second poem I did with what first popped into my head when I saw the prompt. It has to do with an animated show and if you’re a fan of the show I’m sure you know which one. 😁 Read the poem: Then Everything Changedhere.
No color The rainbow does not fill the page All the discourse seems black and white Where are the shades? Nuance paints within the greys
Stark lines No curves or bends Inorganic Artificial Not like the tides or the waves It makes me sad Like Jesus within the garden He wept
Shades Black and white No color The rainbow does not fill the page Stark Lines No curves or bends
Just a touch of sadness With a bit of shades
This was a very interesting prompt by dVerse. I recommend you click the link and read through it. To summarize the prompt was to write a poem about one of the pictures contained within the prompt. After writing the poem go to the second part. The interesting kicker is the second part. The paintings are by Emil Nolde a German artist of the 1930’s and 1940’s. Who rose to fame after WWII by proclaiming himself as being oppressed by the Nazis when in fact it was later discovered he was an ardent supporter of the Nazis. He was basically a oafish, belligerent, who took any position that would get himself the most gain.
The prompt then asked: Are the colors and feelings the same? Does the artwork have a new story? And, finally, are we separate from what we create?
For me I find the colors and artwork the same and the words of the poem I wrote remain the same but the meaning switches. I find it very interesting how the poem fits what I learned about the artist and the feelings they create. The story is not new per se but the overlay of the story changed. Now instead of being a general application it became specific to the artist; yet I can step back and see the original overlay of this being about any person or a general sense as well.
For me, the art is separate from the artist, in that, without knowing the artist or the artist’s story, the art is still there and still speaks. Yet the artist is also intrinsically part of the art, in that, the art is an expression of something within the artist, personal or otherwise. That expression is unique to the artist. Who the artist is is within their art.
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