Ode

Sensational Me!
Listen to the sound of D'Angelo's elegant sensuality filling the room, the slow jam to end all slow jams, as I stand before you all, a simple poet, with simple hopes and dreams, ideas bigger than his station. Call me Eregion's Lord in poetic terms as I let the smooth sexuality of the undisputed king of R'n'B take hold of me. The sound's electricity across my soon to be, well, you'll see, skin.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Sensory Key/Time-Jump Alchemy
My thoughts, they always wander to you, to—the memory of your love—how it felt, unconditional-non-judgemental. The warmth of your embrace, left cheek, right cheek kiss and a strong sense of belonging to something beyond my own mortal shell.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Sunshine
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Weight
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
When All Senses Fade Away
Auditory breakdown—the sounds of the world around you reduced to deafening all-encompassing silence. Silence that eats at your sanity, breeds paranoia and mocks you, transforming the world of sounds into a world of inanity.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Strength in Vulnerability
Vulnerability holds strength within, A truth that's powerful, not thin. The strength in vulnerability shines through,
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
In Love With Toxicity
She was in love with toxicity. Overly attached to the lies and mistrust. For her that unhealthy attachment was a must. She loved the way he lied when he talked back.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Sensing A Beautiful Day
Waking up seeing a clear blue sky. Sun rays hit my skin I feel I can fly. The taste of good food sets the mood. Outside I can hear the kids play.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Life Is Worth Living
Lord, Your magnificence never ceases to amaze. You own every breath I breathe and every song I sing in praise Belongs to You.
By Idara Oghogho 2 years ago in Poets
Deviled Eggs
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Minerva
Wisdom rains down and it reigns supreme. Minerva. More importance and greater than it seems. Her knowledge gleams. Might as well be the biggest light in the world.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Pionta Guinness, le do thoil
Ol' Arthur comes to mind as I echo the words of many before me, "Pionta Guinness, le do thoil," and watch the black stuff, the wine of Ireland, fill the curved harp-etched glass.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets