Toxic Poems
For my girl
by The Hsenura
Not many adjectives,
Nor much sense,
I wish to write
For my girl, but
She doesn't like poetry.
To put it simple
Without thesaurus,
Her eyes, brows, nose,
Short hair and smile,
Together reminds one--
......
Her dungeon
by aditya vats
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
......
a deceased disease
by aditya vats
My mo-mothe-mother-mother's hideous hallucinations have hidden
here in me, and these daunting monsters are the only possession
of her staying with me.(These monsters decease me like my mother
did to believe
My sensitive skin assumes husky, hairy fingers firmly declaring
an elusive touch on my already injured shoulders.
The eerily, firmly comforting touches bring back the quiet (yet
ever echoing) voices of a blurry pre-presec-presence in my
blurry adolescence.
......
Cry me a river
by Grace Hough
Cry me a river
and a lake
I've been hoping for you
to feel my mistake
the liquid is deep red
from fresh lines it bled
the skin that's open stings
as I sit here waiting for your ring.
Cry me a river
......
I remember
by Julie Staugaard
They say you always remember your first kiss.
So why can’t I remember mine?
I remember the person,
I remember her hair,
The way her mouth was narrow and shaped like a heart.
But I can’t remember when that mouth first touched mine.
I remember the words she spoke,
......
The flirting bride
by Lynda Grine
I wonder what your memories taste like
A toxic gin tonic?
A flirty dark and stormy?
Take a walk around my lips
Caress me from the inside
Draw pretty flowers on my hips
Gently steal me as your bride
Cry me a river
by Grace Hough
Cry me a river
and a lake
I've been hoping for you
to feel my mistake
the liquid is deep red
from fresh lines it bled
the skin that's open stings
as I sit here waiting for your ring.
Cry me a river
......
Her dungeon
by aditya vats
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
......
a deceased disease
by aditya vats
My mo-mothe-mother-mother's hideous hallucinations have hidden
here in me, and these daunting monsters are the only possession
of her staying with me.(These monsters decease me like my mother
did to believe
My sensitive skin assumes husky, hairy fingers firmly declaring
an elusive touch on my already injured shoulders.
The eerily, firmly comforting touches bring back the quiet (yet
ever echoing) voices of a blurry pre-presec-presence in my
blurry adolescence.
......
Mama wants
by Author Reinvented
Mama just wants a perfect Daughter,
Expectations keep coming like drops of water,
Drip,
Drip,
Soon the cup spills over.
Mama doesn't know,
She doesn't try to understand,
The expectations overflow.
......
