Poemranker [Replying] Sun Nov 24 04:18:11 PST 2024

Replying to a comment on:

SupremeDreamer (Free verse) by Nirvana13666

A frigid look An empty bedroom Living inside a dead mind I look out and only see black I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun I shiver at the thought of your frigid looks Pain is a remedy for my delusion You arenât even there anymore Yet your stares turn my blood cold I wish you wanted me I wish you hadnât forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today itâs just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again

horus8

24-Sep-03/11:40 AM

Upside down and tigers

Jungle and night, those stars
Up my amber eyes
Up my burning gaze
Up my heart beat
The cleansing pulse and hunt
which keeps no balance between
here and there, or you and me.

Cracked earth and day
Volcanic soil, my paw print
Lap water at the brook, and cold tongue
Blood whiskers, canines, Ivory --
long and beautiful smile, reflections...

When I see our face watered up at me
I lowest growl pheromones & strong musk
We are upside down and tigers.

Day sleepers
Down my full stomach
Down my need to kill
Until tonight, I'll tiger still.

Tasmanian Wolf

Soul walking is so extinct.
You carpenter's son.
You cat in the hat.

Icarus up

Young man, old man, maze.
Why not death by Minotaur?
You get wings instead.

I love you father.
You tied a string to an ant.
Sent it through a shell.

Icarus down

Sticky new feathers.
Do not frown at me old man.
Time to touch the sun.

As I freed from you.
I became just what you were.
Swallowed by the Sea.

Thracian mountains until the Sea

In the woods that bore me.
The lyre, with flute, that brought me up.
To sing the songs of olde.
Collecting moisture in God's cup.

A lover's muse needs chasing.
Through thick, heath, and grove all day.
Because, life's to short for wasting.
On kings that need more pawns to play.

So I strum my chords for living.
To drink, and dance, then fish the Sea.
These things should be a given.
But men will never let this be.

Your fear of death will trick you.
It'll make you lie, and cheat, or harm.
But must you feel the need too,
trade your honey for their swarm?

The race of men shall always
repeat the past then fall asleep.
Right up until our final days.
I pray the lord my soul to keep.

Sleepwalking paths overgrown, now alone.
You came here as one, and not a soul more.
Yet, you fight to regain youth with a moan.
Missing the root whilst ignoring your core.

Part II: Keeping the Bird

While cleaning the aviary

Webs, feathers, eggshells
Not a song left to whistle
Rats run these corners

12673 JalapeÃ±o Ave. Chino, Ca.

I drove by your old house
yesterday. There was a young
couple inside with a baby &
people milling about elated.

I thought about how we used
to hide in those junipers out front
& play truth or dare as an excuse
to get familiar with our bodies.

I sat there across the street
and finished up my cigarette
An old man inside shot me a look
Then abruptly, closed the curtains.

The house was smaller with out you.

Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry

An internet tradition since June 9, 2001