I am the number 9-poem

[luke1733]

Other poems:

Albatross:

An albatross and a phoenix met to share more than a kiss.

From their relations came time reshaped, slowing the speed of lightness mixed within the abyss.

The Lochness met a pterodactyl and then shared an abominable secret to which

Big Foot found out and has been running from ever since.

11 Alive 8'o clock News

2 friends, 2 ski masks, 1 store, 1 car, 1 idea, 6 blue lights, 12 uniforms, 1 negotiator, 4 hostages, 4 victims, 3 customers,

1 cashier, 2 dead, no more hostages. 8'0 clock news comes on. Millions watch time.

I'm Looking For You

1.

Blisters on my back, boils on my feet, the sun cooks my head and puss is on my hands.

Sizzling-heat waves over the desert sand, where water used to be---life is now desolate, barren land.

Buzzards circle around the white hot sky,

I think I'm near the end, but I'll give it another try.

As long as I'm looking for you I have a reason not to die..

Fish bones on top of used brittle snake skin.

Dante's Inferno, I'm looking for love again.

I'm Looking For You

2.

I smell that you were here. A clue of you my dear. Warmness locks my throat,

I’m choking on gasps of hope. Where could you be? Who took you away from me?

Nothing said when you left. You did not speak; not a last kiss, not a breath. All those years together and now nothing's left?

I'm Looking For You

3.

Your towel is on the floor, Your nail polish is open.

Your hair drifts through your brush on the bathroom sink.

You've been gone for two years and I haven't been able to think.

I can still hear you sing.

I think your keys are unlocking the door.

Should a priest be called?

I'm haunted by my thoughts of you. A love lost to death. My love lost to death; cruel to see your ghost.

I feel you in the sheets. They rise tall and smother me.

The lights flicker and screams are heard. I thought I saw you, I know that sounds weird but that's what I heard.

Crows nest in the cemetery where your name rests. Words on tombstones are often blessed and pale.

6 feet under ground without a nail.

R.I.P, no peace for me. Bats, caves, sulfuric smells, infinity. Pits in

darkness, flames of hell. Echoing far I hear your voice.

Tongue so dry, eyes so moist

My skin is gone, I carry on. My flesh and b one--worn and torn.

Gnats and worms, sticks and stones. Without you, hell is home, for the best part of me is now Alone.

I'm Looking For You

4.

Left, Left, Left Right Left

Our arguments take us away to a familiar place we play

with feelings led astray by spite-- where wrong meets right and makes a left

and we are left looking for love, wondering if-- there is any between us left.

I'm looking for you and you're looking for me.

Neither one of us is where the other should be.

 

[prewalt]

You are really good at it, want to read more!

 

[luke1733]

You are really good at it, want to read more!

Thank you. I'll look to see if I have some more to post. I've been working on a novel 800 pgs or getting it published so it's taken away from my recent poetry.

This is the latest poem, but it hasn't been worked on yet.

Island Lost

Reach into my happiest day and pour tears with razorblades dipped in salt to a wound.

My blood is music crying for my love, loving another tune.

Leaves are dead where they once were green bloomed.

Blue skies are grey with snow where once warm islands flowed waves.

My throat hurts from the screams of your name, my knuckles are left on the wall peeling mixed colors with the stained wallpaper. Pepper. Sugar.

Graves, dirt, worms. Love buried. Stakes, crosses, crucified, diseased, suffering slowly diagnosis at the doctor of the incurable.

But Doctor? What do I have to do? To, to, make her love me.

The cure is not to love her anymore.

Let her go.

Feathers, doves, eyelashes, byes, water flowing, strides, paths,

y’s, sighs, goodbyes.

My, my, my I'd like to kill you bitch. I'd try to scratch my thoughts you itch. I’d strangle you right. Souls fly. I’d give you everything. I’d be your slave. I turn in my pride, my ego, my children, my sister all in for you I would die for you to stay with me alive.

Fuck you!

Damn you.

Ropes on your wrists, hands behind your back. Chair rocks in the dark to smacks attacked. Spotlight! Sock in mouth. Ankles tied. Lights off.

Pleasure. Pain.

Prison.

Time.

Love.

Living just to die. I'm dying without my love. Why? Oh, why, oh why?

Her music is in my blood.

 

[DanSmith]

Excellent poetry. I really love poetry.

This is my favorite work of William Carlos Williams

MEMORY OF APRIL

You say love is this, love is that:

Poplar tassels, willow tendrils

the wind and the rain comb,

tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip-

branches drifting apart. Hagh!

Love has not got this country.

 

[luke1733]

Excellent poetry. I really love poetry.

This is my favorite work of William Carlos Williams

MEMORY OF APRIL

You say love is this, love is that:

Poplar tassels, willow tendrils

the wind and the rain comb,

tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip-

branches drifting apart. Hagh!

Love has not got this country.

Thank you very very much. I am not familiar with William Carlos Williams (I listen to more rap than read poetry), but I will look him up.