#poetselixir

[scatteredthoughts2]

The Poem She'll Never Hear

She asked me what my poem was about,

But I said I could not say,

It was either that or tell her lies,

But my thoughts got in my way.

I said it's something special,

And I'll share it with you soon,

And I hid the pages from her eyes,

As the moon lit up our room.

She asked me why not share it now,

Whilst the night is all our own,

For who knows what tomorrow brings,

And maybe I'll be gone.

I said you're talking silly,

We've got our whole life still to live,

And I'm trying to put on paper,

What my lips could never give.

So bear with me a little while,

And trust me when I say,

The poems for someone special,

And I live with her each day.

But she never got to hear her poem,

For tomorrow, she was gone,

And now I read it to myself,

As the lonely nights go on.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[nidhibhasin]

but I am constantly conflicted

should I call this romance or tragedy?

are you a lover or just another ghost

clad in red and white and gold?

.

but what even is a lover if not an executioner?

so I smile and let you grab me by the throat

lover, thief, murderer, jurist or devotee

I cut my ribs open, point to the red void

.

“your home” I whisper, I bleed

“my home”, you smile, your eyes light up

did I tell you I love your eyes?

did I mention your smile is beautiful?

.

I am haunted and you are my ghost

I am the goddess of decay and tribulation

and you the masochist devotee of misfortune

this love is doom, a bloody, tragic romance

-Nidhi Bhasin

[ginadope]

wide-eyed

Do souls sleep? Or do they drift near Faint lights, floating From one thought to another Suddenly wide-eyed Finding a palpable warmth A mirage of the heart

They brush past mysteries; curious they Shed light on how heaven still lingers around him My shadow in July They wander and they wonder Why does Venus gaze so bright? Is she whispering a secret Or has she fallen in love?

[dg-fragments]

Do not stir this pot we call the past, by looking into the rearview mirror, trying to find all those moments, of what could have beens, should have beens, lest you forget, what is there, for you, now.

- DG

[stormykatie]

calm before the storm

deceiving,

addictive

i cling to the arms of sleep,

fall deeper

until i lose grip

to reality

the wind whistle, i hear it

but it's just that

and the voice

i long so much

to soothe me

dissipates with the

echoes of tranquility

-katie

[tomalbon]

Poem #86

On The Snail (Henri Matisse)

Certain as breath, unrolling on the hushed

Scythes of prophetess daybreak,

Slough and peel fall through the expanse,

Purified: leaves of an odd Autumn’s

Sundering wake anticipating godhood,

Clearing its dander. The white desert

Recedes in colouration, castoff

Or otherwise cleaved of greater things,

Placed with mortal intensity, a new thing,

Or a thing released from confinement -

Unknowable, always. Bodies crumple:

Suggestion is a devastating weapon,

If not the cleansing of a shell

Then a tropaion of its accretions

Amongst the living. Mollusc eyes born

Fresh from molt and pigment learn sight

In their sudden exile, and dew-light

Finds purchase; a different solitude

From those reflected in chanced pools

By glass or mirror or tarn unbounded.

Yes, the light draws imperfect incisions,

Shucked, hewn, yielded of cuttlefish orbits,

Mound or tumulus, socket or plughole,

No ancestry glimpsed in its keyhole twist

But its presence more solid than darkness.

Yes, it is the light that finishes you off,

Not its counterparts nor its various glooms,

Shaken to life in the wreath-heavy grass.

-

[eefrostpoetry]

sing me a song while i sleep so that your voice may enter my dreams

[env0writes]

Through the woods, racing Hunter on our heels Will you hold my bloodstained hand? Illusions splatter like rainfall Against the window pane Plain is your touch, your kiss Yet it leaves my heart more than pacing Shooting stars overhead may fall Plummet wishes into longer days Interlaced fingers counting minutes Wake up, wake up, wake up! Minutes pass too soon The rain won’t wake, nor take long to dry If you will try with me, you have my number to call February, if you marry me – Too soon a thought, and yet Why not admit That although this thought is fantasy Its clear to see how much you are to me The soil the sky the sweat upon my brow Crest the waters with the prow Full speed ahead Level the forest and the playing field So nothing blocks my sight of thee Will these rainfall tears cleanse us of our past Give us tomorrow's hope, at last?

A Feud to Carry Vol. 3, 2.1.25

“By Daylight "

@env0writes C.Buck

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[maxinewisewrites]

my photos are grainy

no time to capture

a clear shot

of a world held

together by strands

of darting pieces.

[sadafternoons]

Closure

*

The weight of it all

Has dropped to the floor

Like gravity

*

And although

the heart feels

sore

*

I feel

light

as a feather

*

That has let go

of the need

To hold on

*

And is ready

To drift

With the wind of change

*

That has taken

A long time

Coming

*

And I breathe for 4

And hold for 4

And exhale for 8

*

And I feel a peace

Where there was

grief

*

And joy

And hope

Where there was fear.

*

And I know

What it feels like to have

Closure

*

12.08.2024

[scatteredthoughts2]

Wondering

I wonder if you still think of me;

Because I oft times think of you,

But your love for me was not meant to be,

Whilst my love for you was true.

I wonder if you ever call my name,

If something brings my name to mind,

You see, my love for you is still the same;

And of the most enduring kind.

I wonder if you dream of me,

Do you see me in the night,

Because in dreams I'll always be with thee,

Until the early morning light.

I wonder if you are moving on,

Because I'm stuck in the same place,

And though I know your love for me is gone,

Your lips I still can taste.

I wonder if we'll ever meet again,

If our paths will ever cross,

Because without you here, I am gone insane,

Without you here, I'm lost

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[nidhibhasin]

his tongue, a swirl of velvet whiskey in my mouth

his neck, a bouquet of patchouli bruises

laced with the scent of madness on his breath

vehement, agonising, but intoxicating

oh that mouth will be the death of me!

.

his fingers trace gospels on my skin

from ankles to calves to thighs, his bible in braille

on his knees, he offers prayers between my legs

my head rolls back, as I arch my spine

my ardor meeting his devotion, his appetite

.

pulling my hips closer, his tongue dives deeper as

moans of his name fall from my mouth, his reward

I watch him lick and I watch him feast

in devotion, in hunger, in passion, in a reverie

devouring the very goddess he worships

…

-Nidhi Bhasin (excerpts from “romance”)

[ginadope]

rulebooks

What large eyes you have! Seeking the sin of chasing sleep Chasing it so ceaselessly  That you forget to dream Every shadow an enemy  Shame, a habit soon to form As the law remains obscured 

Only liars seek me after 9pm  The guilt I was gifted — a mere act I will not redo ancient art;  Instead, I will hold dear every foolish step I took out of love  How I poked a sleeping god  Found a part of the deep  One that was never far

The keys I dropped did not free you I freed myself 

[dg-fragments]

Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

[stormykatie]

october reeks

of silent whispers,

of hopeful stares,

of acute nostalgia

october tastes

of drunken kisses,

of bourbon whiskey,

of you,

of me,

of new beginnings

-katie

[tomalbon]

Poem #88

On Saturn Devouring His Son (Francisco Goya)

Time has made a beggar of you,

Blown to ochre sandblast your

Divinity or draped monstrousness

Like a stormfront from your brow.

Grecian clouds mottle your skin

Like dusk on another planet

Or another age, ebbed and imposed,

Ranged, reaped, and again wandering

An impenetrable black.

That mouth could eat the godless world,

And would, with owlish famine,

Had the world inside the child

Not eclipsed such vital violence.

No wonder you lashed the head,

Raptorial rake at the spine

Laying bare river-red depictions

Of similar fell creatures,

Breached, plucked, and again sickled,

Knelt to its own sacrifice.

Could time alone have done this?

Could time alone unmake

Or inflict such celestial

Rage, incontinent rage, man stooped

To beast recalling godship’s light

As fathomless babbling spectres;

Ghostlight touching only cruelty,

Touching just the cinder-pricked

Red where his love destroyed you,

Where thrashed terror destroyed you,

Razed, restored and again ruined,

A simple and desolate reign.

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