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Odyssey

What I am looking for here is a collection of love poems.  This is a genre that can often fall prey to the same tired themes and concepts.

So, they can be any kind of love poems, but the emphasis here is for original short poetry that is without clichés.  Poems are to be untitled, and 5 – 10 lines long.

They can be lost love, dark love, erotic love, new love, first love, whatever – just as long as they are fresh and avoid time-worn concepts.  Think outside the box and try using metaphors and similes.  I am not going to start this collection, but will no doubt add something along the way.

So to recap:

Add your short love poems (5 – 10 lines, no more, no less…please ignore the rule that says “2 lines maximum”)

The do not need to relate to the other poems in this collaboration, in fact try to make each addition unique.

The poems that I consider to be completely original and profound in some way will be rewarded with points.  (There are no guarantees here, but let that be incentive to dig deep for inspiration.)

I will be editing any spelling errors or chat language, but try and avoid these to begin with.  I am likely to delete submissions that do not meet these parameters.

Okay, now – over to you…




Kry
Judas DeniedWe sit, our two faces (four) blank
And in these wee hours I can still feel
Slippery kisses and cool strands of hair
On my skin; more often than not when he smiles
From beyond his sleeping tears as he slides
Through my bones, I am wracked with sorrows
Because he once found me beautiful in ice and
Virgin lace

~
OdysseyPatched lonely
And towards the end
There is a square of fabric:
And above the incense of glue
And the paper tang of journal
Is the faint but still so heady scent
Clinging, like scabrous memory
To the fibres cut from
All that time, spent
Smelling you

~
NurseChillyInhaled flaws
Soak through lace curtains
Fading through smoke rings and yellow
Pulled and fraid edges of hearts

Stringed upon violins
Woven inside tendons
An old concerto plays
softly, scented
Exhaled for you

~
fuel of the laundry
where we dodged inspiration
over and again fuel of the laundry
whispers that broke the glass
and screamed emergency

~
CristosSo love me
a feeling without a face
no "you" to stick it to
just a longing for the memory
that like morning fog
at 10
is faded into dry air.

~
emvyarHer hair across the pillow
and her breath upon my skin
She sleep walks through the evening
as she dreams of where we've been
I think she was an angel once
and must have come undone
She's wrapped around my heart
And when she cries...
Her colors run

~
PyrricVictoryEmptying realizations
Distraught and diminished
Behold this liquid candle
Lighted flame of expectations
Made of wax the color of honey
Eaten away by the warm hands of love
I know you no longer
The candles warmth does not caress
The melting wax a form of us

~
BalldingerBehind her malicious eyes, she maneuvers
in a cold complexity, like eleven vestal virgins
in midnight satin – between eulogized diversions,
and vigilant tranquility – resolving to give in
at just the right time; to impede her struggle no more,
as the last drip of decency falls so gracefully
from her inclement lover’s blue lips.

~
KjelsonThrough every pitch-dark tunnel
Huffing deadly hot night air
Isle-walkers strut between followers
Show-stopping decadence

In truly classical form
Suited for Heaven on earth

Longing for that perfect moment
Open to accept an equal
Vows taken, for more than awhile
Everlasting pair of perfect smiles

~
AlmostMeIt was the eloquance,
the brilliance,
that laid upon your tongue;
more deft than ever known.
Subtle gnaws, in darkness,
on bittersweet remains.
Falling with no chains.
Peeled, before myself,
& I knew then, it was you.

~
kayleeamandaa draw of soft skin
on cold, dark nights like these
warmth flowing through the taste of wind-burnt cheeks
walking away from something long forgotten
something i forgot from the first time i looked in your eyes
the first time a smile could exist
in a morbid state of a lonely body
through the wind and the cold
a warmth, one like the sun, will always be felt

~
Abandoned StarsA vestibule for you and I
to feel the need and bleed
into eyes that hide not our senses
From these pheromones and tenses
Past and present and swiftly flowing
Toward a chaotic future,
Where we indulge in like-ness
And take away our separateness
Fulfilling all our carnal needs.
 It started with a kiss, and your lips, now, I miss.
Ohbi BohbThe future is almost here.
I hope it was as good for you
As I remember, sliding past,
Looking back to anticipation
of dark mysteries illuminated.
Tomorrow will tell.
jaunty pillCaged with finger nail clippings
back when you ripped the flesh
like semi-rippened apples in
the hot circulating air
with brass on the knuckles
I tried to force the moment
pausing for tranquilty
that I knew might never
inhale in your
luminous dioxide

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