StevieC Poet

Sometimes I hear your voice, rasping, cruel, releasing venom drip by drip,
burning like acid on contact.
Remembering instead, a winter sun and our cheeks brushing softly together,
whispered breath, misting, whilst kissing.
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In the blackness where only the silver elements see me
enfolded bythe watery glow of the lunar light,
I wait for destiny to find me……
To seal or reveal my fate
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I'm like an old familiar shoe, back of the closet
out of view,
The sole is worn, the polish gone, in fact it's not worth
putting on.
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Too fat ....Too thin
Too ugly .... too plain
Too spotty.... too pale
Too broken.... toofrail
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I would not release her
lest she be
an avenging angel,
come from the higher and lower realms.
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My bright Cosmos, you inspire me to write,
I love the way you move and roar.
Invading my mind throughout the day and the night
always dreaming about my dark centaur
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The silence before was palpable, as pure as the wintery blanket,
swaddling them from the imminent cataclysm.
The crisp, dry air suddenly shattered by a roaring, thunderous crash
as the snow started its relentless journey.
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I am a poem that makes no sense.
Read and reread me,
turn me over in your head...
Speak me aloud.
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True forgiveness
is kissing the hilt
of the dagger,
that thrust itself
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You think you could do better-
Always,
You look into a mirror and see a fake image smiling back.
Baring your teeth in a grimace- you don't like what you see
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I wanted you to know, just once before I go,
how special loving you has been for me.
It brightened every day,
and coloured things I'd say,
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Breaking the silence of the umbrous night,
your voice so dulcet and pure.
Fashions an image of the renewal of seasons,
when the trembling roses drip with crystal dew.
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Water droplets giving life to the fog.
A swirling, motherless opaque ghost-grey mist,
slowly rolling with the sea breeze following.
Mystic, noiseless, silence pervades the open plains,
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There is a chapter still left blank, the ending not yet clear.
The body of the story weak,
I will leave my bookmark here
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