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Scent Of Posies

- She put a spell on me  beneath the winter wick   a fine mist falling without color with a scent of posies in love's bouquet until the dawn arises   

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.5| Added: 19 Feb 2021

Intoxicated

- Intoxicated by the night's velocity the withers of twilight brings. Like a string on a bobbin of a cello. Darkness is unfettered to reign in your emerald green eyes. With your lips of crimson-red mac...

By: Adagio | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 30 Jan 2021

Whipped Dreams

- Whipped dreams and sweet things,   What the way I look at you implies.   Envision me; a fantasy   In this moment... There are no goodbyes.   So meet me in my dreams, If that’s the only way. And I wil...

By: Ssv | Category: Poetry | Added: 24 Jan 2021

Letting Go

- Letting go of the cashmere. Touching the nakedness of night on a carousel of dreams. Letting go of the cashmere. Listening to Whitney (Houston) sing. As the veil of twilight covers my eyes. In this m...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 21 Dec 2020

Blue Eyes Daisy

- In latitude between Autumn and Spring. As the shadow of the solstice kisses me goodnight with your smile in profile. Bury me lazy, with your blue eyes daisy. Feed me breadcrumbs of memories in the so...

By: Adagio | Category: Musings | Score: 0| Added: 28 Nov 2020

Crossing Paths

- Deep be her verdant green eyes. Wanderlust of dark withers. With a hymn of the silent night. In my dreams, dripping lust from the collarbone of the gothic moon. Beneath the willows crossing paths, li...

By: Adagio | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 0| Added: 20 Nov 2020

Obituarius, Vampire King

- The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcised by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. Like gyp...

By: Adagio | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 10 Dec 2018

Turning Around

- It was at the grist's mill, like I had seen a ghost, of the corn that stood, on the back forty grow, in green with eyes like onyx, as my pulse skipped a beat. Where tombstones sleep without a moanin...

By: Soleil_Rouge | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 06 May 2018

Bawdy Tales Pt. 04 — The Soldier's Story

- Colsterworde, The Cony, May 29th. Our journey yesterday took us through the centre of the great town of Newark, where King John had died of the bloody flux just seven score years afore. His death, tho...

By: Kavyansh | Category: General | Score: 5| Added: 08 Nov 2016

Taste

- Taste Cutting the courgettes Snap, snap, snap Glossy green skill. Dicing the purple aubergine, Sweat it with salt Drain the bitter juice Eating together The lemon flavour co...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.8| Added: 09 Sep 2011