#PardyPrompt

[halfhollowmoon]

I lit myself on fire

I lit myself on fire to keep the thought of us alive

I turned on everything I knew

I didn’t see through your guise

Blinded by synthetic love

Masquerading parasitic use

The constant accusations and fights bordering abuse

I gave you every ounce of myself and my time

Told you my weaknesses and you left without rhyme

You left me here for dead

A symphony I was writing now left on read

[christiandelpinopoetry]

last time i was here i was lost

i am lost again

[the-abysmal-and-aberrant-bard]

9-1-22

Your life awaits. Warm and soul intact. Sweet and tempting.

Then, those who made you, Take from you, Drain you of everything You are.

Now cold and hollow. Bitter and repulsive. Yet, you still stand. You can be fulfilled again.

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This is for the prompt “From the perspective of a coffee cup”. I immediately thought about what a life of a cup of coffee would be like. So the final product is less “Coffee witnessing life” and more “Coffee perceiving its own life”.

[dolores-hazy]

Bad Thoughts

Is it bad

How bad I want

You, out of my head

And in bed with sheets

Tied to knots, tongues

Loose shoes under

Creaky slats and clothes

Strewn--makeshift mini rugs

For the floor left cold

After heated exchanges there

Tantalizingly teasing play before

Moving to a spot with more give

As we give and take and make

The most of an intense attraction

A connection in all its steamy

Glory action; you're satisfyingly good

And it feels oh so good

So who gives a damn

About bad? If it is

Then oh well

Too bad

[1dragon-mustard1]

I'm soaring through the mountains

Flying above the grass

And flowers

And hills

On tiny wings

Carried by the breeze

I'm soaring through the mountains

[observationsonnaturaldisasters]

Waiting

Killing time,

like it’s the enemy;

a battle to be fought,

and won.

Waiting for the answer,

an impulse,

a sign,

a message from above.

Expecting a resolution,

a meaningful moment,

a feeling

that isn’t numb.

But what do we have

when all emotions

are fleeting,

come and gone?

[saltfield]

Books

A lash of quills which fly no more,

A well of colors from faded hides.

Bound in sheets of fallen oaks,

And dreamed by authors lost to time...

.

Knowledge, stories, gods and men,

Searched by eyes and forgotten.

A carcass carved by brilliant souls,

For carcasses who've yet to fall.

[excentricat1]

An evening walk with you

The darkness closing in

Lit by twinkling lights

From countless other suns

And the soft, silver reflection of our own

Walking new paths each year

Telling stories of our past

And our future together

The tale of our love written in the stars

[the-original-b]

we lie together

smiling, in defiance of

the tyrannous stars

[poems-byjay]

Written in the stars

Predetermined love

Out of reach; simply in sight

Never to be held

[halfhollowmoon]

Something broke deep inside

It cracked my gaze broke my eyes

I wander now a crooked road

With crooked teeth and a crooked load

I am burden in physical form

Unloving and unloved

I am useless I am fruitless

I have no god above

Abandoned fate a psychotic gate

Psychotic grin psychotic mind

Lost and found found and lost

Am I losing my mind?

[cruxymox]

i lie here in the green fields turning

looking up at the moon like milk left out

( an empty glass left home )

the wheat has been separated from the chaff

the hay bales have been rolling along now

they dance to a slow song

the one all the sad teens sing along to

the combine rusting in the rain

the door to the barn has been left ajar

( an empty glass left home )

& i am still lying here

yearning for october.

[the-wordslinger]

Rejoin

Some things shatter And some things break Glued back together But never the same

Problematic, steady Entropy fills the void But the gravity pulls And begins to rejoin

[dolores-hazy]

Keeping an eye on the sky

Even though down so low

Discarded in a dirt heap

Relegated to the refuse pile

While squinting just so can fantasize

Fill pockets of time with something

Grander than this, glorying in

Some distant untouchable dream

Pretend heartbreak and hurt don't exist

For flash-fire seconds they are nothing

And you and I are dropping the world

Soaring higher than we dared try before

Then eyes snap open to attention

Pulled back to this life, all that's right

Feels as if in another lifetime

Like it could never have fit in mine

And it takes tasting the salt

Of a tear to realize

I cry

[poetry-birdie]

trapped in the cycle // counting numbers

i'm learning to let you go,

but still my thoughts stray away

and i'm left counting numbers,

dates by month and day,

because how was i to know

that the difference between june and july

would be the difference between us,

and you and i?

[alexofasinfulnature]

Morning for Two

He smiles with a loving glint in his eyes,

with a slight inhale, he breathes me in.

"You're my saving grace", he sighs,

a gentle press of his lips let's me know we are about to begin.

Never rushing he savors every flavor.

He holds me close, rarely setting me down.

Drinking from me every last drop, his desire never threatened to waver.

Once finished, a smirk on his face tells me he wasn't letdown.

Awake now and stable,

he sets his empty coffee cup gently back on the table.