The Poetic Playground

Shaded Iris

feeds@yuku.com (Morgue White) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 18:15:47 GMT

Faithfully he buries the apprehension
emitting from his eyes.
This evoking hunger is proving much colder
than his lonesome life.
A bead of sweat traverses a separate body,
than the one he longs to feel
as he tenders to this calling,
only echos spill from his softly spoken lips.

The ecstasy upon him now intensifies,
as his pupils swallow every ounce of light.
No way of taking this from him now,
his eyes they're...

A Kiss That Reached For Your Wind

feeds@yuku.com (markusurealious) — Tue, 26 May 2009 17:26:29 GMT

A Kiss That Reached For Your Wind

It was not upon my lips
your slippery kiss sailed;
Nor across my heart did it make passage.
...

Searching for a broken heart

feeds@yuku.com (WeaverS) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 20:48:36 GMT

Putting words to your beauty
Is a complete impossibility
Like describing a morning view
To a man who can't see

And the sound of your voice
Is sweeter than the sea
Breaking upon a sandy beach
If only you could hear me

When I say I love you
I have never meant it more
Because when you leave me
You leave me sore

I've never felt this way before
So I don't know what it means
But I've dreamed of true...

Ode, to Your Nakedness!!!

feeds@yuku.com (rglove) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 06:03:51 GMT

(This is a poem I've wanted to write for a while now. Ever since I discovered that there was this Glorious, Sensual, Exquisitely Beautiful and Incredibly Well Written "Naked Poem", by Pablo Neruda, I wanted to write one too. The Subject Matter really intrigued me, but I had no Worthy Subject to serve as Inspiration, No Muse, then I came upon A Muse, and was Amply Inspired and just...

I

feeds@yuku.com (lovethetruth) — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 13:14:24 GMT

Think of I as dead,
nor a shadow cast
upon walls of truth
in the house of mass,
doors of consciousness
as light peers through 'neath
and the key is found
upon the shelf of dreams.

Above the stairway
of eternity
upon a lonely hill
by the winter's sea,
the tears of rain ran
'cross the windowpane--
I gaze through at life
staring back at me.

See Into Me...

feeds@yuku.com (Crimson Tears) — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 20:20:03 GMT
I never thought you'd see into me
And yet you welcomed yourself in

Once long ago, my heart shattered hard and fast
And in the reflection of the pieces,
There was a broken image of hope.
And now you come unto me,
Opening the box that I locked safer than safe
With a key that even I could not find
And with no hesitation, and seemingly no intent
The lock is released, and this torrent of passion
Comes unto you like a tempest that could...

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There Is Something Sick...

feeds@yuku.com (Crimson Tears) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 03:08:38 GMT
There's something sick....
About the way she haunts me,
The way she invades my dreams,
The death that I feel I need.

There's something sick...
Something that grows towards her,
Rage of a thousand broken hearts,
Nothing left, just memories shattered apart.

There's something sick...
About the thing I've become,
The beast I've made of my despair
My raped emotion, my inability to care.

There's...

Dialog in a Coffee house

feeds@yuku.com (Risky1) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 07:38:34 GMT

The following is a poem a wrote for a slam a few years back.

When asked:

How do you like your coffee?

She was older

feeds@yuku.com (Risky1) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:50:15 GMT

She was older and should have been wiser

She had words to intoxicate and I was…

Her muse, she said and she penned

Awash in...

Lady of the Meadows.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:19:02 GMT

Lady of the Meadows
flowers in your hair
- I follow the tinkling laughter
of your serpentine stream
down to the silver Sea.

Ah my love, where are you hiding
stepping mischievously betwixt sunlight and shade
casting blossoms of salt at my feet
invisible faery maid, handmaiden of Heaven's
opulent Mistress.

As Dusk steps forth
from the dying of the Sun
and smiles behind her veil of stars
she holds the Moon up as a lamp
yet still...

Hallow, Wean, And Rues

feeds@yuku.com (seethesee) — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 03:29:01 GMT
Hallow, Wean, And Rues

He smiles in whys miles beyond infinity:
sanctimoniousness intense as the sun:
clay morticians delay their craven graves:
mounds abound in the everlasting night.

Melting Reality

feeds@yuku.com (seethesee) — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 03:10:17 GMT
Melting Reality

The doors of God open
in the house of lightness,
as amorphous shadows
dance upon walls of bliss.

The watery floor breathes,
glows emanate beneath;
the dripping windowpane
melts drops of rainbow seas.

Elusive Innocence

feeds@yuku.com (Brad117485) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 17:48:52 GMT
This is a a short piece I wrote for one of my classes, it was focused around the philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre. I superimposed the piece over an abstract painting by Gerhard Richter, a german artist. This piece was from a series where he painted images from photographs, then smeared the painting with a board to reveal the layers underneath and blur what he had painted.

enjoy.

Prayer Of A New Writer

feeds@yuku.com (helpessay) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 08:25:40 GMT
Hello all!

Let me share with you all my prayer for a new writer.

Dear God!
Just one thing
I ask from you:
let there be peace.
I want to change the world!
But who am I? I am so small and out
numbered!
I know! I love to write and
my pen will be my peace weapon!

Let my thoughts
turn into words,
let my words turn
into letters, let my
letters turn into books and
let my books be known all
over the world.
May peace come...

Nine inch blade

feeds@yuku.com (tanami) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 00:09:26 GMT
The nano second it took,
For me not to just,
Grab that kitchen blade,
Spearing it into your hand,
Leaving you pinned to the bench,
By a nine inch steak knife.
Made me smile twisted. It never happened.
Sadly in my minds eye it gloriously did,
And I missed my morphine today...pity,
I smile insanely so you dont see,
I @#%$ need respite,
From mefrom life,
From duties I have done for as long,
As I have breathed.
All you will say is,
Shouldve taken...

No echo

feeds@yuku.com (tanami) — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 20:39:51 GMT
He, whom I have spent,
Too short a life with,
Now fades before me,
Distancing him.
As soldiers do, to cope.
To live to die.
So when the time comes,
In his mind it wont hurt as much.
I am treading water and drowning,
In this water of black nothingness,
fathomless treading water drowning.
My voice,
Carries no echo
Meaning,
No one hears.
This heart aches so it hurts,
Words falter tripping over my lips,
His mind is closed to...

Ass is a Beautiful Thing!!! (A Poem to the Female Derriere)

feeds@yuku.com (rglove) — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 17:20:34 GMT
Ass is a Beautiful Thing!!!

Hello like too introduce myself....

feeds@yuku.com (Westlifedave) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 10:42:08 GMT
Hello all I live in the very far west of England, City is TRURO which is in Cornwall,I,m interested in poetry very much always have done really, would like too write a book on my life need too do more research on how ....

As I,m pretty new to the site I want too take it easy I did have a head injury many years ago leaving me with epilepsy.

My name is David age 48........

Walking purple, crying blue.

feeds@yuku.com (tanami) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 02:24:38 GMT
Trees of ghost gum ochre white,
Skeletal forest living haunts only me.
Through surreality I speculate,
Unsure of this purple earth I tread,
This heart raises not a pulse.
Nor shoots dark red through my veins.
I teardrop blue,
Lining pale alabaster skin,
Veining down my face.
Blinking the earth knows only silence,
Breathing purple sighs of grief,
Each step brings purple pain,
Leaving only soul print - indelibly mine,
Stained that colour so royal....