recent non-erotic poems

[Guest]

BACCHUS

I sat and drank wine next to a river
Gazing at dragonflies soaring over their swampy kingdom
Snakes hiding under moss, snails traversing branches
He told me he enjoys inspiring daydreams
Of silver wing beetles
And cats eye wonder
Towers rising up from sand dunes
Ornaments of the darkside menagerie
Drink more wine
Drown in waves of serendipity
Devoured by the Green Fairy
She skips atop the surface
And kisses the empowered Grand Dreamer
Known as Bacchus

DREAM #19

The walls were covered with black and white photos
Shards of a mirror reflecting eyes in the ground
The wind blew bones to my feet
Black and silver feathers adorned an archway
Names etched in onyx
I saw two people
One without ears, the other without a mouth
Playing chess
There were children playing in the distance
Playing a game of Share Your Illusions
I stood on rocks
Feeling the static and heat
Of the green sun

 

[destinie21]

Room
by destinie21 ©
you're the only one who knows my secrets
The one who has read me from cover to cover.
seen my back pages and still wants to read what hasn't been written.

See I took for granted
The miracle of the sunrise
So god let me see the miracle in your eyes

And to early I lost the innocence of my youth
So you showed me the innocence of our love hidden in your heart.

How could this mind
this body
and this soul
contain all the miracles I could never see
and still have room for our love





Why I Don't Cry
by destinie21 ©
The following is a sensitive and (for me heart wrenching) poem
I've never been able to quite express before. Now that I have someone who's finally made me feel like I'm good enough I can write what I feel. I've already shared the experience with her years ago and she saw inside of me and still stayed by my side.
If you're interested read on.



See I always thought it was my fault.
That's how I felt no matter what they said.

I thought it was my fault all of it and none of it at all.
Maybe if my skirt hadn't been so short,
or if my legs weren't quite so long.
Or if I hadn't gone into that room.
Up those stairs
past all those stares

If I was stronger or pushed harder.
Or screamed louder
than the music that he played.

Maybe he wouldn't have broken me
and torn me up like a secret note between friends
Ripping all my little girl parts
and shoving me to early
into an unnatural womanhood

Maybe the tears wouldn't have come
and showed him I was weak

He laughed and pushed harder
into my body and into my mind
I couldn't deny the horrors he showed me

I was being torn in half
that's what it felt like
and I thought my soul was trying to escape

Maybe that's what I felt on my thighs
when he pulled away from me

He laughed again
as he left me there like an old toy he'd grown bored with

"I love you baby" that's the words he used when
he shut the door sealing my childhood in that cluttered room

I lay in the bed trying to understand
I sat up my thighs hurt and felt sticky

I had never seen a soul before
Was it supposed to be this red, this wet
Soaking through light blue sheets?
Was it love that made the side of my face throb
from where he punched slapped and dragged me down?
Was it love that made my insides hot and cold all at once?
And made my insides feel like they were trying to be outsides?

My eyes were blurry with tears
What had I done?

I walked down the stairs
past all those stares
and out the door
shivering in the night air
as I made my way home.



The Day Thought I was Dead
by destinie21 ©
I run my fingers
over the scar hidden beneath my hairline.
A slight pucker
A reminder of dangers kiss

I still remember the day I thought I was dead.
I was swinging higher and higher
on the big girl swing.

My legs pumping furiously
I swear if I'd gone just a little higher
my toes could have touched heaven.

I let go
Just for a moment.
I was trying to grab the cotton candy clouds.

In that moment I was a bird
I was flying

Then BAM

My reality hit
hard as the cement where my head bounced
and my neck snapped back

I felt the pain
an unbearable heat rolling through my body.
And before the darkness
tears came

Big girls weren't supposed to cry,
but maybe just this once it would be okay
because I could hear your voice and you were crying too.

I didn't know until much later, that the coppery smell in the air, the one that smelled like wet pennies was my blood.

Since that day I've always wanted to fly
but I could never let go.

See I still remember the day thought I was dead
All I wanted to do was touch the sky.

 

[Guest]

btw, this is De Sade

yeah, I am prepared for your torr- err, I mean criticism

 

[darkmaas]

Hi Scott

We already knew but welcome back. I see you've met destinie. Most of your friends are still about.

darkmaas

 

[Angeline]

Hiya desade

Welcome back. I knew it was you as well. I thought your poems are ok--not fantastic, but some very fine imagery in both, imo. I realize my judgment is a matter of taste--some people don't particularly care for my poems. There are however things in these that I would have done differently, but I don't want to tor--erm discuss what I fear won't be seen as objective feedback, but instead a personal attack. I don't have time to go there, but maybe someone else will try.

Of the two, I thought Bacchus was better overall, but again they both have some strong points.

Good luck with them.