Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Oct 27, 2014
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
daube
turmoil
moist the shaking
bold the line
bite the lip
a fat fusilade of falling
snow
thick as ash
falls
upon the lashes
the dark gloss locks
the town face blank
in shinning windows
an empty clock
merriment
turns the key
and winds the
coil bound
release
the trigger
a whirl
in the winded swirl
the pathway
they follow down
through the
pressure
like precious scars
like the world hidden
from the eyes of
the stars
for the creatures
we keep
and the best
we beast
Mettre la creme
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
lovedly
8 years 7 months ago
let none dare say ...you lead the unread list
I come to read you
how dare any one
not so do
those who understand you
may be minuscule
few
or run away cowards
unknowing what poetry is
Esker
8 years 7 months ago
tension draws attenion
I love scars...
but thats me
U know they raise cattle in the hills of
vienna...so no flies scar the hides
perfect leather for the interiors of
posh fast handbuilt motorcars
Like baby beef veal
suprised the wealthy dont eat
vampires
.
scars....I knew beautiful little
young women with a knife scar
on their face....two in all my
years...family matters..
to me it made them all the
more appealing...
and one special one with
nails by a lover raked on
her shoulder...second to
third layer...
like some get tatoos or
like many I know...they
hold the gun and give
themselves the tatoo!
etc....I could write chapters
which I do on other
sites where I write
heavier then this..
this place is rather tame
and i want to keep
the persona known
to all here as such...
these out there
writes I leave
such as these
...just part of
the characters
Ive met and know
cant make up
people like this...
My pack!
Thank U!
lovedly
8 years 7 months ago
see how old ones
keep u alive
have so much more poetic fun
now read some