Sensual metaphors

[bluerains]

am feeling the rain...

words laid out
like silk water
royal blue
quietly loud
a prose unwritten
that grabs like the wind
kind as a shower
grew letters

and you inspired the finish lines....still needs a bit of tweaking perhaps...if you have any ideas...

Indigo Rain

Far off from woven pathways,
mind gathers its withering voice
in the oncoming rains,
amidst the maze of delusion
and stands above the breach.

An overpass where the heart
is a sense of an aroma
or a pleasured touch
knowing every watery grave
of sophic static harmonizing
the sounds of dolphins.

A child walks barefoot through indigo winds
for sanctuary from morrigan thunder
as its bough breaks the sky
crossing the rubicon seal.
Rising images of a
coral kingdom manifest
from sheltered hues.
Such a water-course uncertain in
ambient auric waves,
yet, swollen tides separate its heavens
for this child holding sapphire serpents
and survival combines its mortal spark
to renew the colors of blue..

 

[bluerains]

criss cross

to find a happy ending
at the end of what your
looking for
knowing your in the wrong
place at the wrong time
defies the very coarse
of design...

 

[bluerains]

wip

rain drips its jealous green
sharks may feed on sorrow and strife
when covens circle...
I am nay a shark
I am a dolphin
from the deep
and I shall not sleep
in the fields of green
but, build castles upon
the rivers of blue

 

[My Erotic Tale]

bottle nose dolphin
perhaps an alcoholic fish <grin>

Porpose have purpose
but most of all it is said they can read minds

poor fish <grin>
especially those trapped at sea world and
all those minds they must read every day
I am suprised they don't ban together against man kind

but instead they aided us in the gulf war
and much much more
and I know one that even does poetry <grin>

 

[bluerains]

thanks to Jthserra

and you inspired the finish lines....still needs a bit of tweaking perhaps...if you have any ideas...

Indigo Rain

Far off from woven pathways,
mind gathers its withering voice
in the oncoming rains,
amidst the maze of delusion
and stands above the breach.

An overpass where the heart
is a sense of an aroma
or a pleasured touch
knowing every watery grave
of sophic static harmonizing
the sounds of dolphins.

A child walks barefoot through indigo winds
for sanctuary from morrigan thunder
as its bough breaks the sky
crossing the rubicon seal.
Rising images of a
coral kingdom manifest
from sheltered hues.
Such a water-course uncertain in
ambient auric waves,
yet, swollen tides separate its heavens
for this child holding sapphire serpents
and survival combines its mortal spark
to renew the colors of blue..

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for the help...how is this...I like the changes ,,,makes it flow better...


Far off from woven pathways,
mind gathers its withering voice
in the oncoming rains,
amidst mazes of delusion
and stands above the breach.

The heart senses an aroma,
a pleasured touch
knowing each watery grave
in the sophic harmony of dolphins.

A child walks barefoot through indigo winds
for sanctuary from morrigan thunder
as bough breaks sky
crossing the rubicon seal.
Rising images of
coral kingdoms manifest
from sheltered hues.
Such a water-course uncertain in
ambient auric waves,
yet, swollen tides separate its heavens
for this child holding sapphire serpents
and survival combines its mortal spark
to renew the colors of blue..

 

[My Erotic Tale]

~~~~~~
for the help...how is this...I like the changes ,,,makes it flow better...


Far off from woven pathways,
mind gathers its withering voice
in the oncoming rains,
amidst mazes of delusion
and stands above the breach.

The heart senses an aroma,
a pleasured touch
knowing each watery grave
in the sophic harmony of dolphins.

A child walks barefoot through indigo winds
for sanctuary from morrigan thunder
as bough breaks sky
crossing the rubicon seal.
Rising images of
coral kingdoms manifest
from sheltered hues.
Such a water-course uncertain in
ambient auric waves,
yet, swollen tides separate its heavens
for this child holding sapphire serpents
and survival combines its mortal spark
to renew the colors of blue..

okay blue I read this many times and I can't get it out of my head that this..

An overpass where the heart
is a sense of an aroma
or a pleasured touch
knowing every watery grave
of sophic static harmonizing
the sounds of dolphins.

....was better because it feels more depth and meaning and explaining, my personal opinion but I like one over part twp <grin> bows humble (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

okay blue I read this many times and I can't get it out of my head that this..

An overpass where the heart
is a sense of an aroma
or a pleasured touch
knowing every watery grave
of sophic static harmonizing
the sounds of dolphins.

....was better because it feels more depth and meaning and explaining, my personal opinion but I like one over part twp <grin> bows humble (~_~)

it does change the meaning slightly...the overpass held a meaning not in the change...but it flows much better..don't you think...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I had posted a post stating that I liked poem one better and I see it is no longer here?..any way, I like poem one, better than two, flow or other wise the presentation meant more <grin>


so where o where can blue and qp be? <grin

 

[RhymeFairy]

Arggg ~~

Shadows talking
whispering whimsical things
chattering n mumbling
her love, it brings.

Tasting of gingerbread
her sweet mouth invites
taking her lover
on another flight.


ok ... tha muse~ has left tha building, lol
was trying to get the feeling of Art ... missing tha Blue.


Hate it when I start one, and never finish. Oh well
back to tha drawing board ~~~~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Shadows talking
whispering whimsical things
chattering n mumbling
her love, it brings.

Tasting of gingerbread
her sweet mouth invites
taking her lover
on another flight.


ok ... tha muse~ has left tha building, lol
was trying to get the feeling of Art ... missing tha Blue.


Hate it when I start one, and never finish. Oh well
back to tha drawing board ~~~~

cool beans...sunshine over the blue <grin

 

[bluerains]

4 U and the fairy...

cool beans...sunshine over the blue <grin

cold kohl rivulets
of midnight rain
clings to body
trails as easily
as sorrow weeps in
cherry scented sperm
rooting in
dark dank besmirched
steam lingering after
the landslide....

 

[bluerains]

tanka

I left you behind
yet, my voice sings to your
image like a mantra
you have tethered my heart string
to a comsumed ghost

 

[My Erotic Trail]

energetic red
over pure white
under sensual blue
across patches of green
over dirty brown
passionate purple
enters the pink

 

[quasar]

I found myself digging for blue poetry.

 

[bluerains]

ty Q..

returned to normal life this weekend ...I think sometimes we need a holiday from the holiday...ugh... .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thorns of the Clone

Shifting in the hourglass
of internal canting,
stained-glass breaks solitude
with moonbeams of blue.

A winter of secrets bury
vaporous voices prompting
a baneful beast.

In reverence,
erections
to a mummers shrine
becomes another happy medium
to appease tines
without conscience.

 

[bluerains]

574 and a bit of metaphor

willingly wanton
in lemon drop halos of
sugar coated words

sugarcane faeries
sprinkle manna golden white
elemental's high

 

[My Erotic Trail]

willingly wanton
in lemon drop halos of
sugar coated words

sugarcane faeries
sprinkle manna golden white
elemental's high

ever changed a babies diaper <laughing...ground zero from the fountain of youth.

 

[bluerains]

Oh Vienna???

Recite words of love
in this drowning pool
of another wounded relationship.

I will be your sacrificial lamb,
hungry for tidbits of cracked
connections,
spliced from Bohemian failure...

I’ll just erase meaningless phases
of euphuistic jive
as you see daylight
after the curtain is drawn.

 

[bluerains]

a top favorite lyric...

Ultravox - Vienna Lyrics
We walked in the cold air -
Freezing breath on the window pain
Lying waiting

A man in the dark in the picture frame
So mystic and soulful.
A voice reaching out and a piercing cry

It stays with you until
The feeling is gone
only you and I
This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

Oh Vienna -

The music is weaving -
Haunting notes pizzicato strings

The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings a cold empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky

It fades to the distance.

The image is gone
only you and I
This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

Oh Vienna -

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

Oh Vienna.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Vienna ...
by My Erotic Tale ©

sky blue
small and quaint
old world name
picture perfect
pillars in water
seven heaven
silver ring
playfull fingerlings
hit the spot
cannery extrodinaire
sphere of surreal
pull lid peal
lil' sausage meal

 

[bluerains]

Vienna ...
by My Erotic Tale ©

sky blue
small and quaint
old world name
picture perfect
pillars in water
seven heaven
silver ring
playfull fingerlings
hit the spot
cannery extrodinaire
sphere of surreal
pull lid peal
lil' sausage meal

to trespass upon the seven heavens of surreal...is to dream big..and you are a big dreamer...aaaah..ty...for the boost of perfection...smooch...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

to trespass upon the seven heavens of surreal...is to dream big..and you are a big dreamer...aaaah..ty...for the boost of perfection...smooch...

I know I caught hell for writing that poem and posting it. Tresspass upon the beauty of the true vienna <grin... I saw it in a picture once or was it that I read it in a movie <grin

 

[bluerains]

light lives and

I know I caught hell for writing that poem and posting it. Tresspass upon the beauty of the true vienna <grin... I saw it in a picture once or was it that I read it in a movie <grin

loves and laughs... L pillars of beauty...let not anyone sway one from expression...those who are set in judgement of others...are enemies of the faithful..never forget...TB....blue tcb ZZZZ

 

[bluerains]

Native Tongue

Slender hands priming
peaks of body glow.

Moist fingers trembling
to dancing tigers tongue.

Twisting beyond dulcet desire,
tempo swings on their catwalk.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

flutter spat
about walking cats
with tiger tails
and turtle teeth
wagging their ears
while milking the grass
some even sat
and licked their ass