Once there was a fireSlowly the flames die coolingNow embers remainOpenHearts, doors, your legsBurning. Longing. DesireThen doors, hearts, your legs, close. Fire diesEmbers This was for a BattleBorn – Twitter: https://x.com/The_PoetryArena; Bluesky – https://bsky.app/profile/thepoetryarena.bsky.social prompt. Use the word Ember in a poem. Hope you enjoy! A Taste of Stew Want to know what kind ofContinue reading “Embers”
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Weekend Cinquain
Two fourSix Eight Let’s go!Celebrate! Party right!Gonna have fun all the night!Weekend!GoodnightTime for sleepingPull down the sheets slip inResting now no longer awakeWeekend This was for a dVerse poetry prompt: to create a Cinquain poem. “It is a short poem based on syllable count and is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,Continue reading “Weekend Cinquain”
Setbacks
Setbacks? What are these?Just steps towards the future unseenGood or bad?Not for me to judgeI just continue to step on the stone in front of meLife hands you lemonsI thank her and move onNo time to make lemonade or meringue a pieI’ll put them in my pocket perhaps to tradeFor a cup of sugar andContinue reading “Setbacks”
Screams Most Unpleasant
Sound hits my ear hardInside my brain it burrows Noise most unpleasant NOTHING IS WITHOUT ONLY THE DAY BEGINS INSIDE MY HEAD SHE SCREAMS AGAIN ETERNAL EVENING DISTURBS MY SLUMBER Nobody knew her name I saw her On the street corner alone An Invitation extended One She should have declined Everyone knows you don’t talkContinue reading “Screams Most Unpleasant”
Why can’t I come?
You have gone before meI tried to keep upFollowing like a lost pupTo be or not to beStill couldn’t seeThe question never came upYou left me with the bill, like Jesus’ last supOne last wood ride from a branch treeI’m wearing all blackTears fall like rainAll gathered round to say goodbyeThere’s no coming backNo losingContinue reading “Why can’t I come?”
Where are the days before pumpkin spice?
Where are the days before pumpkin spice?Where are those hot summer days?When we ran in sprinklers, on lawns of greenWe had no care of what our thighs looked likeOr if the neighbors might seeWhere are the endless afternoons?Reading a book or threeBike rides down safe summer lanesCreating mud pies, grass buffets, all natural with sugarContinue reading “Where are the days before pumpkin spice?”
Cradled Wetness
Cradled in my armsCradled in my handsA warm wetness Desired desireLet me drink from your pleasured springsWells of yearning ambrosia, flowing rivers of needPassion fueled thirst Lust born longingLet me touch youRun my hands along the lanes of your bodyValleys and hills of nakednessLead to a vast wonderlandLet me touch youWith my lips, whispering wordsBreathsContinue reading “Cradled Wetness”
I Give to you My Power
PowerThe ability to do workWorkAn activity involving effort to achieve a purpose or resultPurpose The reason something exist or is donePowerThe ability to do an activity for the reason you existI give to you my powerSome say they would die for youThey would rather not liveOthers would live for youYet do nothing with the lifeContinue reading “I Give to you My Power”
In Need of Kisses 2
The night needs kissesAs night’s often doMy lips pressed against yours, me holding youThe darkness hides much, the desire that this isThe sky is black yet the stars are wishesMy heart is full of desire yearning for a love trueOur lips feed the night, as the morning brings the dewFor I am hers, and sheContinue reading “In Need of Kisses 2”
Cherita Poems
It’s carnival timeBright lights, pretty costumesDancers in a paradeI can’t help but think of herDark skin, bright smileHips that swayed and told lies ***You can’t shout over the musicLoud rhythms and pounding beatsI didn’t catch your name … or eyeToo many drinksWith umbrellas Can’t catch my lonely tears This poem was from a prompt fromContinue reading “Cherita Poems”
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