When silt held me tight and gave me dreams of eternity, those small nibbles, were my valhalla, my warm and final resting place. I am naked now....
I don't have the insider, but I still loved it. It's sordid, but cheeky, sinister but still fun. And I like the way your protaganist is as...
ok Coldsunn. You are shameless. Well done. Good for you. Now pick up your shit and never dump it in someone else's thread again. Or at least have...
Pleased to make your acquaintance. Unless.... I don't know you...do I? Thread sabotage, eh....your poem needs a fine eye to pick out your...
yeah...isn't the whole point of the forum to leave feedback for each other...or have I had it wrong all these years? littleconfusedskinny
This is an ambitious masqerade. I step up first and shake. Then dust down. One hundred strokes of hair and thigh. I am all kinds of sheen and...
Thank you Gdh! :)
When I stamp my feet I want a lover to come running or a uniformed salute. When I flash teeth I want to see the beads of sweat cause whiskered...
Today this grey grew a little deeper. Joined up with green and brown to take on orange and all died and decomposed happy in their rainbow's...
I am at my fondest when my breathing strains against the dirty weather, when all I hear is traffic noise and my footsteps, when I feel my heart in...
These old men, are tired, creak around the sapling. They crack old bark with their sharpened breath. Snap knuckles, ever optimistic. And they...
Title is wrong, too blunt, but the poem is great. Love the last two lines in particular.
Totally loved this....love the contemporary feel, as Kitten pointed out, the cunning playful use of vocab, and the simplicity. Wow!
even better knowing that fate forced yer hand to write it!
smiles...dope indeed!
I liked this, great rhythm....a little too "The Levellers" maybe.....
Nice to see you've reached a point where "Phlegmatic" for all it's bitter undertones, can be written. I sense composure, a little resignation, and...
Glamour says I must line up with the willows in their dun gowns to wash tresses in this ceramic gloom. That kingfisher jolt overhead bothers me,...
We reached up once and tangled our chest and fingers in a confusing bump. We reached up twice, and this time stayed collected, nimbly twisted...
Wry smile. It began in giggles and I looked again to laugh some more and then I found the place you set out your stall, and wasn't amused at all....
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